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

The air in the living room seemed to freeze for two seconds.

"Kidney...kidney deficiency?!"

Zhao Kuo was like a cat whose tail had been stepped on; he almost bounced off the ground.

In that instant, his face underwent a seamless transition between red, white, and blue.

Especially when he saw the tearful yet suspicious and scrutinizing look in Jiang Ruoyun's eyes, Zhao Kuo felt that his male dignity had been insulted like never before.

The live stream chat instantly turned into a Chinese New Year celebration.

[Hahahaha! Officially certified! Lin Mo's mouth must be blessed!]

[Young Master Zhao: You can insult my character, but you can't insult my kidneys!]

Judging from Zhao Kuo's furious expression, could it be that what was predicted has come true?

[Outwardly strong but inwardly weak, with an unstable foundation... Lin Mo's choice of these words is incredibly apt.]

"You're talking nonsense!"

Zhao Kuo roared, his face red and neck bulging, almost dropping the massage gun in his hand, "I'm perfectly healthy! Yesterday... yesterday was an accident! It was because my shoes didn't fit!"

He took a deep breath, trying to salvage his reputation.

Don't panic.

Do not panic.

If he backs down now, the title of "Prince with Kidney Deficiency" will be permanently stuck to him.

"I won't stoop to the level of a charlatan like you who only knows feudal superstition."

Zhao Kuo gritted his teeth and forcefully steered the conversation back on track, raising the large black machine that looked like an electric drill once more.

"Traditional Chinese medicine? That's just a placebo for old people!"

"What era are we living in? We still have to believe in science and data!"

He turned the fascia gun to an even more insane "professional athlete mode," and the buzzing sound was like a helicopter taking off in the living room.

"Ruoyun, don't listen to his nonsense."

With a "I'm doing this for your own good" expression, Zhao Kuo leaned close to Jiang Ruoyun and said, "This kind of deep muscle relaxation will hurt a little at first. It's called 'where there's flow, there's no pain; where there's pain, there's blockage!' Just bear with it, and you'll feel better soon!"

Jiang Ruoyun huddled in the corner of the sofa, shaking her head desperately.

"No...don't..."

She stared at the wildly vibrating drill, instinctively filled with fear. "Zhao Kuo, move it away! I really don't want it!"

"Listen to me! I'm doing this for your own good! Otherwise, you won't be able to get out of bed tomorrow!"

Without saying a word, Zhao Kuo grabbed Jiang Ruoyun's ankle.

His forceful attitude, coupled with his ferocious expression, made him look less like someone giving a massage and more like someone about to execute someone.

"Hold on! Three, two, one!"

Om-! ! !

The high-frequency vibrating massage head once again mercilessly pressed against Jiang Ruoyun's already spasming calf muscles.

Moreover, this time, Zhao Kuo used tremendous force in order to prove the power of "science" and to wash away the shame of "kidney deficiency".

It even carried a sense of venting.

"ah!!!"

Jiang Ruoyun was truly devastated.

The feeling was like countless steel needles piercing her flesh at the same time, or like someone cutting her tendons with a blunt knife.

The intense pain instantly overwhelmed my reason.

Tears streamed down her face.

"Get out! Zhao Kuo, get out of here!!"

Jiang Ruoyun screamed and kicked her legs desperately in an attempt to break free, but because of cramps, she couldn't muster any strength and was instead held down firmly by Zhao Kuo.

"Don't move! This is the body releasing acid! Hang in there!"

Zhao Kuo was still shouting loudly, veins bulging on his forehead, as if he were performing a sacred medical operation.

Holy crap! This is murder, isn't it?!

[Isn't the production team going to do anything about this? Jiang Ruoyun's voice is hoarse from shouting!]

[That Zhao Kuo is such a pervert, does he not understand human language?]

[This is making my fists hard! Lin Mo, what are you doing?! Hurry up and attack!]

Just as Jiang Ruoyun was in so much pain that she was about to faint and even started to roll her eyes back.

Sudden.

The ear-piercing buzzing sound abruptly stopped.

The world fell silent instantly.

Zhao Kuo was taken aback.

He felt as if the fascia gun in his hand had hit a wall, and he couldn't press it any further.

I looked up.

A long, strong hand was gripping the handle of the massage gun tightly.

Those were Lin Mo's hands.

His fingers had distinct knuckles, and the pale blue veins on the back of his hands were slightly raised, exuding an irresistible power.

"Haven't you had enough of this yet?"

Lin Mo's voice was very soft and faint.

But to Zhao Kuo, it was like a bucket of ice water being poured over his head, making him shiver involuntarily.

Lin Mo did not have that lazy expression at this moment.

His usually half-closed eyes were now fully open, his gaze as cold as two newly drawn scalpels.

"What do you want to do? I'm helping her..."

Zhao Kuo instinctively wanted to argue and try to take the gun back.

But to his horror, he discovered that no matter how hard he tried, the gun was as if it were welded to Lin Mo's hand, and he couldn't budge it.

This kid's grip...how can he be so strong?!

He looks thin and tall, and he walks like he has no bones, so how could he have such terrifying grip strength?

"Help her?"

Lin Mo gave a cold laugh.

Click.

With a flick of his finger, he directly cut off the power to the fascia gun.

Then, with a flick of the wrist.

He tossed the so-called "imported magic weapon" onto the single sofa next to him like trash.

"Are you trying to break her calf muscle?"

Lin Mo looked down at Zhao Kuo, his tone full of sarcasm, "When muscles are in the acute spasm phase, the soft tissues are already congested and swollen. You're using this thing to violently impact them?"

"This technique..."

Lin Mo shook his head, glanced at Jiang Ruoyun who was huddled on the sofa trembling, and then at Zhao Kuo:

Even the butcher Wang at the village entrance is gentler than you when he slaughters pigs.

puff--

The viewers who were initially feeling sorry for Jiang Ruoyun burst out laughing instantly.

[Slaughtering a pig? Hahaha, stealing bamboo shoots!]

[Butcher Wang: Thank you, but I feel offended.]

[But this description is so apt! Zhao Kuo just now really looked like he was about to crush Jiang Ruoyun!]

[Lin Mo has finally made his move! I love his aura!]

Zhao Kuo's face flushed red and then turned pale after being rebuked by the phrase "slaughtering pigs".

He wanted to argue, but seeing Jiang Ruoyun's already swollen and red calf, he guiltily shut his mouth.

indeed.

It seems... a little swollen.

"Then...then if you're so capable, you do it!"

Zhao Kuo gritted his teeth, got up from the ground, took two steps back, and remained defiant, "You talk a good game, but I want to see what use your few broken needles are! Don't hurt anyone!"

Lin Mo didn't even bother to give him a glance.

He walked straight up to Jiang Ruoyun and knelt down on one knee.

At this moment, Jiang Ruoyun was completely in tears.

Her long hair was plastered messily to her face, and her delicate makeup was ruined by tears. She hugged her legs and curled up into a ball, looking like a badly injured little rabbit.

Seeing Lin Mo approach, she instinctively shrank back.

The intense pain she had just experienced filled her with dread, making her terrified of any touch.

"No...don't touch me..."

Jiang Ruoyun's voice was hoarse and trembling with tears, "I don't want treatment anymore... I want to go home..."

Looking at her pitiful appearance, Lin Mo felt a sudden pang of tenderness in his heart.

This girl.

She usually seems quite shrewd, so why does she become so foolish and get bullied when something like this happens?

"Stretch your legs straight."

Lin Mo didn't waste any words, nor did he joke around as he usually did.

His voice was deep and steady, possessing a magical quality that compelled people to obey him.

"If you want to be a cripple tomorrow, then keep shrinking back."

Jiang Ruoyun sniffed and looked at him with teary eyes.

Lin Mo did not urge him.

He just squatted there quietly, holding the cloth roll containing the silver needles in his hand, his eyes as calm as a still lake.

He lacked Zhao Kuo's fervent eagerness to show off.

There was no utilitarian motive of wanting to prove anything.

There is only one reassuring certainty.

By some strange twist of fate.

Jiang Ruoyun slowly and carefully extended her still twitching right leg.

Lin Mo put the large tea mug aside.

Then, he slowly rolled up the sleeves of his pajamas, revealing two lean but well-defined forearms.

one more time.

The close-up shot focused on his hands.

What a pair of hands those were!

Her fingers were long and slender, her nails were neatly trimmed, her skin was fair but not frail, and her palms were broad and strong.

He lightly brushed the cloth roll, his fingertips tracing the row of silver needles, producing a soft ringing sound.

[Hand fetishists died on the spot!]

[It's a shame these hands aren't used for cupping... no, it's a shame they're not used for playing the piano!]

[Is this the legendary "charming" feeling? He's clearly preparing to give me acupuncture, but why do I get this domineering CEO vibe?]

Lin Mo pulled out a three-inch-long acupuncture needle from the roll of cloth.

Then I wiped it with an alcohol swab.

The faint smell of alcohol filled the air, instantly making the atmosphere in the living room somewhat serious.

"Young Master Zhao, watch carefully."

Without turning his head, Lin Mo tossed out a sentence, "Learn something, what 'violent aesthetics' that only Chinese people understand is."

After he finished speaking, he looked at Jiang Ruoyun.

"It might taste a little sour, so don't move around too much."

Lin Mo's tone suddenly turned serious, carrying an undeniable air of authority:

"If you move around and accidentally prick the wrong acupoints, causing paralysis, I won't be responsible."

Jiang Ruoyun was so startled that she froze instantly, not daring to even breathe loudly.

She closed her eyes tightly, her eyelashes trembling like butterflies in the wind.

He gripped the sofa cushions tightly with both hands, his knuckles turning white.

Waiting for the pain to arrive.

Lin Mo looked at her as if she were facing a formidable enemy, and the corner of his mouth curled up almost imperceptibly.

He did not insert the needle directly.

Instead, he reached out his left hand and gently covered Jiang Ruoyun's swollen and burning calf.

It wasn't as rough as I had imagined.

Lin Mo's fingers were slightly cool, carrying the delicate touch unique to those who had handled jade and wood for many years.

A gentle touch on that hot, taut skin.

In that very instant.

Jiang Ruoyun's eyes widened suddenly.

There was no pain.

Instead, there was an indescribable, tingling electric current sensation that shot straight up to the top of the head from that acupoint!