Huayu: Starting with living with a girl from Taiwan

"Aunt Lan."

Lin Mo decisively chose the latter.

The main problem is that he really can't learn Lao Xiao's style; Wa Xuedi is the originator of it, he said.

"Could you please stop touching me for now?"

Lin Mo felt that her newly bought gym vest was about to pill from all the touching.

Why does going to the gym feel like selling my body? "I'm still working out..."

Lan Xinmei wasn't embarrassed at all, but she still took her hand down and said with a smile:

"Auntie isn't touching you for nothing. I'm a professional gym auntie. How about I teach you myself? I guarantee it'll be better than those personal trainers."

As she spoke, she actually adopted a posture as if she were about to give instructions.

Lin Mo really couldn't do anything about this person.

Judging by this, she'll be getting at least two male models when she goes out to play around.

Left with no other option, he turned his attention to the television hanging on the wall and continued doing lateral raises with dumbbells in his hands.

The TV was showing a segment called "Avenue of Stars" starring Ruby Lin, and at that moment it was a close-up shot of Ruby Lin.

A pure and sweet face, and captivating eyes.

Lan Xinmei followed his gaze, her eyes filled with amusement:

"Xiao Lin, you like Ruby Lin?"

"No, just browsing." Lin Mo said without looking to the side.

"Come on, what boy your age doesn't like this pure and innocent type?" Lan Xinmei leaned closer and lowered her voice.

"You don't have a girlfriend yet, right? How about I invite her out next time?"

Lin Mo sighed, "Aunt Lan, really, there's no need..."

"What's there to be shy about?" Lan Xinmei laughed even louder. "We're all in the same circle, what's wrong with getting to know each other?"

That's what she said, but the next second she changed the subject and said to the receptionist:

"Go change the TV channel. Why is the gym showing these melodramatic shows? Get a more upbeat music channel and play some music videos."

The receptionist didn't dare make a sound and quickly ran to change the channel.

With no one paying attention to them for the time being, Lan Xinmei leaned close to Lin Mo's ear and whispered in a voice only the two of them could hear:

"But honestly, Ruby Lin just looks innocent; aside from her face, her figure..."

She paused, her tone carrying a hint of arrogance:

"It's not as good as Auntie's."

As she spoke, she deliberately puffed out her chest.

The fullness, encased in a tight-fitting sports vest, swayed up and down with each movement.

It trembles precariously, creating a stunning visual effect.

Lin Mo was doing dumbbell lateral raises, raising his arms to shoulder height.

Caught off guard by her sudden attack, his movements veered slightly off course, and he felt an unnatural pull in his shoulder joint.

"Hiss—" He frowned and subconsciously let go.

The 15-kilogram dumbbell slammed onto the floor with a "bang," but fortunately, the cushioning prevented a major commotion.

However, during Lin Mo's instinctive protective movement, the edge of the falling dumbbell lightly grazed his left wrist, instantly leaving a red mark.

"What's wrong?" Lan Xinmei's expression changed, and she immediately dropped her teasing look. "Are you hurt?"

"It's nothing, I just scraped my wrist." Lin Mo shook his hand; it hurt a little, but he shouldn't have broken any bones or tendons.

At the same time, I thought to myself: I can no longer say those kinds of nonsense that go too smoothly.

This is karma coming back to bite you.

Lan Xinmei had already squatted down and grabbed his wrist to examine it carefully.

She works out regularly and is very sensitive to these minor injuries.

"You're all red and you still say you're fine?" She looked up and glared at him, her alluring eyes filled with self-reproach, her tone slightly anxious:

"It's all Auntie's fault, I shouldn't have teased you at this time..."

"It's really nothing, Aunt Lan." Lin Mo subtly shifted his gaze away from the fleshy mass that was so close to him and silently withdrew his hand.

"Xiao Mei! Bring the first-aid kit!" Lan Xinmei called to the front desk, then helped Lin Mo towards the lounge without further ado.

"Put it on an ice pack first and observe it. If you've injured a ligament, it'll be a real problem, and you still have filming to do!"

She half-helped, half-dragged Lin Mo into the lounge and pressed him down on the sofa.

The receptionist quickly ran in with a first-aid kit, placed it next to them, and then tactfully left and closed the door.

Lan Xinmei skillfully took an ice pack from the refrigerator, wrapped it in a towel, and gently applied it to Lin Mo's wrist.

"How is it? Is there any stinging or weakness?" she asked professionally.

"It's just a little numb, but it doesn't hurt," Lin Mo said truthfully. "It was probably just a graze; it didn't hurt inside."

Lan Xinmei was still worried, so she pressed on several key points on his wrist and asked him how he felt.

I breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that it was really just a superficial abrasion.

"Thank goodness..." She patted her chest, and another wave of emotion surged through her.

"You scared me to death, Auntie! If it had really hurt inside, wouldn't your Sister Chai have eaten me alive?"

Lin Mo laughed and said:

"It's not that bad, Aunt Lan, it's just a little red, it'll be fine in a couple of days."

As he spoke, Lin Mo stretched his arms and continued:

"It won't interfere with anything, I can still continue practicing."

His movement made Lan Xinmei's heart tighten immediately, and she quickly scolded him:

"Hey, don't move! Let Auntie do it!"

Seeing this, Lin Mo truly dared not move.

After Lan Xinmei applied ice and medicine to his wounds, what she said next almost made Lin Mo break out in a cold sweat:

"After you've rested for a while, you can sleep here with Aunt Lan."

"Don't overthink it, Auntie didn't mean anything by it. I'm just worried about your injury recurring, so that I can take care of you if anything unexpected happens."

Hearing Lan Xinmei say this, Lin Mo quickly shook his head:

"No, Aunt Lan, I need to go home. I have to record a show tomorrow."

Moreover, Zeng Peici is still waiting at home.

He didn't say it aloud, but the meaning was clear.

Lin Mo was genuinely scared.

It's often said that celebrities in the entertainment industry are one way on screen and another way in private.

That's absolutely right, that's so true.

I thought Lan Xinmei was already quite outgoing and daring on TV variety shows, but now it seems she has toned it down considerably.

If Lin Mo were to actually stay overnight at her place, he feared that this little lamb would be devoured alive by this "Madonna of Taiwan," who was more than twenty years his senior.

slip away.

"I really have to go back; I have things to do early tomorrow morning." Lin Mo stood up and flexed his wrist. "See, it's really fine; it's just a scrape."

Seeing his resolute attitude, Lan Xinmei didn't press the matter further, but simply sighed:

"Alright, be careful when you go back, don't strain your wrist."

She shoved the ointment in her hand into Lin Mo's arms:

"Take this home and apply it morning and night."

"Thank you, Aunt Lan."

Lin Mo fled the gym as if escaping, only breathing a sigh of relief once he reached the street.

A night breeze blew, and the thoughts in my head dissipated considerably.

As he walked, he saw a printing shop with its lights still on, and then he remembered that Zeng Peici would be participating in the "Super Star Avenue" challenge in a couple of days.

Lin Mo thought for a moment and then went inside.

Ten minutes later, he came out with a freshly printed document.

Having a system binding alone is not enough; he also wants to bind Zeng Peici in the real world.

Hmm, I need to give her a good mental workout tonight.

......

Lin Mo had just returned home when the door lock turned, and Zeng Peici came back from get out of class.

"Amo, why are you back so soon?" she asked as she changed her shoes, her tone light and cheerful.

Then she saw Lin Mo sitting on the sofa with a white bandage wrapped around his left wrist.