The dating reality show host just wanted to give up, but the rich girl fell for him.

"no."

Without thinking, Lin Mo pulled the blanket up to cover half of his face.

The refusal was swift and decisive.

It's like a virtuous young woman facing some indescribable threat.

"This is the boys' dormitory."

"And it's a single room."

"A man and a woman alone together, what kind of talk will it make if word gets out?"

"I, Lin Mo, am a respectable man. I still need to go back to the village for matchmaking. If you ruin my reputation, what will Widow Wang from the east end of the village think of me?"

Jiang Ruoyun stood at the door, the pillow in her arms almost deformed from being squeezed.

She stared wide-eyed at the man before her, unable to believe her eyes.

Widow Wang?

A blind date?

I personally delivered myself to your door (although it was to avoid mosquitoes), and you're worried about what the village widows will think of you?

Is this something a carbon-based life form could say?

The chat room erupted in laughter.

[Hahaha! What the hell is this Widow Wang!]

[Lin Mo: My innocence is reserved for the village beauty, Miss, please have some self-respect!]

[What kind of utterly clueless straight man is this? Jiang Ruoyun must be about to cry from anger!]

I have reason to suspect that Lin Mo is trying to raise the price.

Jiang Ruoyun took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed the urge to throw the pillow at his face.

The mosquitoes in the hallway outside had already begun to swarm, making a series of creepy buzzing sounds.

Those were pursuers from Building A.

She cannot back down.

Taking a step back is like falling into an abyss (being bitten into a pig's head).

"I don't sleep in the bed!"

Jiang Ruoyun gritted her teeth and pointed to the dilapidated rattan chair in the corner of the room:

"I'll sleep in that one!"

"and……"

She paused, then unleashed her trump card:

"Room fees will be recorded."

"Deduct it from my meal card."

"If you don't agree, then I will..."

Jiang Ruoyun's eyes darted around, and she suddenly raised her voice, shouting into the lavalier microphone:

"Then I'll tell the whole internet that you used gutter oil in your lard noodles!"

Lin Mo: "..."

This move is too cruel.

For a chef who has extremely high standards for ingredients, this is simply an insult to his character.

and……

Deducted from meal card?

Does that mean that in the future, not only will there be free ingredients, but an additional "accommodation fee" will also be charged?

This deal doesn't seem like a bad one.

Lin Mo remained silent for two seconds.

Then he slowly pulled the blanket down, revealing a face that showed helplessness but also "reluctantly."

"make a deal."

"But let me make this clear from the start."

"That rattan chair is an antique from the Qing Dynasty (actually, it was just repaired). Be careful when you sleep in it, so you don't break the frame."

"You'll have to pay for it if it gets damaged."

Jiang Ruoyun rolled her eyes.

I completely ignored his rambling.

As if afraid that Lin Mo would change his mind, she grabbed the pillow and sprinted forward.

"Bang."

He landed precisely in the rattan chair.

"call……"

The moment I lay down.

Jiang Ruoyun felt as if she had jumped into a cool, minty swimming pool.

The suffocating heat of Building A is gone.

And the maddening mosquito buzzing was gone.

Even the slightly musty smell in the air was purified by the bamboo sachet hanging on the window frame.

The faint scent of mugwort mingled with the fragrance of earthy soil after the rain outside the window.

Every breath is a pleasure.

Even more amazing is the rattan chair beneath me.

It originally looked dilapidated and even had some paint peeling off.

But after lying down, I found that its curvature perfectly fits the ergonomics!

The waist is firmly supported, and the neck is also supported.

With her breathing, the wicker chair creaked softly, like a lullaby.

Did Lin Mo fix this casually just now?

This is even more comfortable than the 20,000 yuan massage chair at her home!

"How is it?"

Lin Mo turned over, his back to her, and said lazily:

"If it's too hard, go back to Building A; there are Simmons mattresses there."

Jiang Ruoyun hugged the pillow, buried her face in the soft pillow core, and felt so comfortable that her toes curled up.

Back to Building A?

Only a fool would go back!

This place is practically a five-star... no, it's an ultra-five-star guesthouse!

"I won't reply."

Jiang Ruoyun muttered, her voice tinged with a hint of slyness:

"I'm just going to stay here."

"Unless you throw me out."

Lin Mo gave a soft snort and said nothing more.

This seems to be an implicit acceptance of this "illegal intrusion".

At this moment, the lights inside the cabin were dim and warm.

Outside the window, the rain was gradually stopping; inside, the two of them were breathing softly.

The atmosphere was strangely harmonious.

The viewers in the live stream were completely moved by this scene.

Is this what they call living together? Even though they sleep in separate beds, it's even sweeter!

Jiang Ruoyun's contented expression was like that of a stray cat that had finally found its home.

Although Lin Mo was stubborn, he had clearly dimmed the lantern a little earlier!

[This detail! This damn husbandly feeling!]

Are those guys in Building A still swatting mosquitoes? Hahaha, no comparison, no harm done.

Late at night.

Although the environment was very comfortable, Jiang Ruoyun had trouble sleeping.

It might be because it was the first time she had spent the night in a strange man's room.

It could also be because I was too excited just now.

She stared wide-eyed at the somewhat blackened roof beam above her head, and at the string of dried chili peppers that Lin Mo had casually hung on the beam.

It's bright red and looks very festive.

"Lin Mo..."

She called out softly.

"..."

There was no movement from that side.

"Lin Mo? Is he asleep?"

She stretched out her toes and gently kicked Lin Mo's bed leg.

"..."

The bulge inside the blanket stirred.

A suppressed, impatient voice rang out:

"what?"

"I can't sleep."

Jiang Ruoyun spoke with righteous indignation.

"If you can't sleep, count sheep." Lin Mo's voice had a strong nasal tone.

"I counted them, but all the sheep have run away."

Jiang Ruoyun turned over, facing sideways to Lin Mo's back, her eyes sparkling:

"How about... you tell me a story?"

"I see stories being told to lull kids to sleep on TV."

Lin Mo: "..."

He suddenly threw off the covers and sat up.

Even in the dim light, you could see the murderous rage on his face.

"Young Miss".

"It's 1 a.m. now."

"I'm injured, my back is bad, my fingers need rest, and now even my brain cells have to work overtime?"

Jiang Ruoyun shrank back, but still blinked at him with an innocent look:

"But I really can't sleep..."

"If you don't talk, I'll keep tossing and turning, and this rattan chair will keep creaking so you won't be able to sleep."

This is a blatant threat!

Lin Mo took a deep breath.

Row.

Telling a story, huh?

Trying to lull someone to sleep, right?

He lay back down, crossed his arms behind his head, his tone completely flat:

Once upon a time, there was a pig.

"It doesn't like to sleep."

"He makes a ruckus every night, insisting on hearing a story."

Jiang Ruoyun pricked up her ears. Although the beginning was a bit cliché, it was still a story.

"And then?" she pressed.

Lin Mo's voice suddenly turned low and deep, carrying a chilling, sinister aura:

"Later, the owner thought it was too noisy."

"On a dark and stormy night."

I boiled a pot of water.

"Kill it."

"It's made into braised pork."

"Mmm, it smells delicious."

After saying that, Lin Mo turned over and pulled the blanket over his head:

"The story is over."

"If you don't want to turn into braised pork belly, close your eyes now."

Jiang Ruoyun: "..."

The air froze for three seconds.

[Hahahaha! Hardcore sleep aid!]

Once upon a time, there was a pig... I won't say who this pig is alluding to.

[Jiang Ruoyun: Are you moved? I dare not move.]

This is a horror story!

Although the story was absurd, the effect was surprisingly good.

Jiang Ruoyun looked at the figure wrapped up like a silkworm cocoon and couldn't help but burst out laughing.

This childish brat.

She buried her face in the pillow and stopped talking.

Perhaps it was because the threat of that "braised pork" was too terrifying.

Or perhaps it's because this room is just so reassuring.

Within two minutes, Jiang Ruoyun's breathing became long and even.

She fell asleep.

A faint smile lingered at the corners of her lips.

……

The next morning.

The sunshine after the rain was exceptionally bright.

Because when Lin Mo repaired the windows yesterday, he deliberately preserved the original wood grain and added some clever light-transmitting designs.

At this moment, the morning light streamed into the room through the irregular gaps in the window frames.

Microscopic dust particles floating in the air danced in the beam of light.

The clearly visible beams of light, like spotlights on a stage, intertwined to create a stunning "Tyndall effect" scene.

Under the magic of light and shadow, the entire dilapidated storage room surprisingly revealed a tranquility and sanctity that can only be seen in top art galleries.

"Glug... Glug..."

An enticing aroma of rice roused Jiang Ruoyun from her slumber.

She opened her eyes groggily.

The first thing you see is that figure squatting next to the small charcoal stove.

Lin Mo, wearing a simple white T-shirt, was holding a spoon and gently stirring the white porridge in the casserole.

The sunlight fell perfectly on his profile, giving his features a golden edge.

His expression was focused and serene.

They seemed to have noticed the movement behind them.

Lin Mo didn't turn around, but simply said:

"woke up?"

"Go wash your face."

"Breakfast will be ready soon."

This scene.

There were no vows of eternal love, no grand gestures.

It is just like the "peaceful and quiet life" that countless people dream of.

Jiang Ruoyun lay on the rattan chair, stretched lazily, and let out a humming sound like a cat.

"Um……"

As she watched that retreating figure, she suddenly thought, if only I could stay here like this forever…

It seems pretty good?

Just when the screen was filled with pink bubbles and the whole internet was flooded with messages like "Please get married on the spot,"...

"Bang!"

A loud bang.

The poor wooden door was violently pushed open from the outside.

"Quick! Keep up!"

"There's definitely big news coming!"

"A man and a woman alone in a room together—that's definitely a bombshell!"

The program's director, accompanied by two burly men carrying cameras and Zhao Kuo, who looked on with amusement, stormed in.

They originally intended to catch Lin Mo "in the act" to create conflict and even use it as an excuse to blackmail him.

After all, according to the contract, guests are not allowed to switch rooms and live together without permission!

"Lin Mo! What are you doing?!"

The director let out a loud shout, preparing to solemnly read out the rules.

however.

When he rushed into the house and saw what was in front of him.

The prepared reprimand got stuck in his throat.

This……

Is this really the leaky Building C?!