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

Time seemed to stretch out infinitely at that moment.

All the cameras in the hall were fixed on the three people in front of the sofa.

Zhou Yuxuan bent over, a greasy smile on his lips that he thought could charm countless girls, and one hand naturally reached out towards Jiang Ruoyun's fair wrist.

With his other hand behind his back and his head slightly lowered, his lips, coated with a thick layer of reflective lip gloss, were slowly approaching Jiang Ruoyun's hand.

As a top celebrity who has been in the entertainment industry for many years, Zhou Yuxuan knows exactly how to create buzz.

If this "hand-kissing ceremony" with its medieval aristocratic flair becomes a reality, tomorrow's trending topics on major platforms will definitely be #JayChow'sStunningFirstMeetWithBeijing'sHeiress#.

As for the ordinary person next to him wearing baggy shorts and sporting messy hair?

Sorry, Zhou Yuxuan didn't even see this poor, stumbling block in his sight.

At this moment, Lin Mo was being pressed firmly against his lower abdomen by Jiang Ruoyun using a large pillow with a husky head printed on it.

He looked down at Zhou Yuxuan's head, which was covered in hair wax, as he approached, frantically trying to mentally prepare himself.

"Calm down, Lin Mo, you're a mature man."

"It's just a silly dating reality show, don't you understand? Kissing the back of a hand won't hurt you."

"As long as this top star attracts the young lady's attention, I can perfectly disappear and go back to my nap."

"Let him kiss me, kiss me however he wants, preferably until they develop feelings for each other, then I can legitimately be condemned by the entire internet and pack my bags and leave!"

Lin Mo frantically recited the "Heart-Cleansing Mantra" and the "Withdrawal Guide" in his mind.

However, reason is one thing, and bodily instinct is another.

Watching Zhou Yuxuan's oily lips get closer and closer to Jiang Ruoyun's alabaster skin...

ten centimeters.

Five centimeters.

Three centimeters.

The extremely expensive yet pungent scent of Zhou Yuxuan's commercial perfume wafted into Lin Mo's nostrils on the sea breeze.

This smell instantly masked the faint, comforting milky scent emanating from Jiang Ruoyun.

Lin Mo's pupils suddenly contracted in his previously expressionless, lifeless eyes.

A sudden, violent surge of acidity and irritation, like a volcanic eruption, rushed straight to the top of his head without warning!

"Screw your flirting."

"This is the food buddy I've been feeding every night, staying up all night to make midnight snacks for him!"

"You think you're worthy to touch me?"

Just as Zhou Yuxuan's lips were only 0.1 centimeters away from the back of Jiang Ruoyun's hand.

Lin Mo's "reason" has completely collapsed.

Without even thinking, his body launched a counterattack even faster than a cheetah.

Lin Mo suddenly stretched out his large, bony hand and grabbed the edge of the husky-shaped pillow that Jiang Ruoyun was holding in front of him.

With an extremely domineering and possessive attitude, veins bulging on his arms, he slammed the pillow down and pushed it forward!

*Smack!*

A crisp, loud kiss, almost with a hint of water, echoed through the quiet hall.

Zhou Yuxuan's tender kiss landed firmly on the soft object.

However, it wasn't the delicate back of a chaebol heiress's hand.

It was on the pillow, on the pure black nose of that cross-eyed husky.

The entire room fell silent.

You could hear a pin drop.

Lin Chacha covered her mouth, her eyes almost popping out of their sockets.

Zhao Kuo's prepared flattery got stuck in his throat, making his face turn red.

Zhou Yuxuan remained bent over, his lips still buried deep in the husky's fur.

He felt as if the pause button had been pressed, and his mind went completely blank.

"ha--"

In the midst of this suffocatingly awkward moment, Lin Mo let out a spectacular yawn, completely ruining the mood.

He scratched his messy hair, his eyelids drooping slightly. Although his eyes were lazy, there was a chilling sense of oppression in them.

Lin Mo looked down at the stiff Zhou Yuxuan and spoke slowly and deliberately in his hoarse voice, thick with morning grumpiness.

"Dude, take my advice, don't touch me indiscriminately."

Lin Mo's tone was as sincere as an old Chinese medicine doctor's, "She just used the toilet and didn't wash her hands."

"boom--!"

These words were like dropping a nuclear bomb into a calm cesspool.

After a brief outage, the live stream chat exploded with a barrage of comments, instantly filling every corner of the screen!

[Hahahaha! What the hell?! He didn't wash his hands! Lin Shen, are you trying to make me laugh so hard I'll inherit my Alipay account?!]

[Holy crap! A straight-man's hardcore way to defuse a situation! This utterly unpredictable and destructive power is simply a game-changer!]

[The top star's meticulously prepared first encounter was completely shattered by Lin Shen's combination of a husky plushie and a "didn't wash hands in the toilet" moment!]

[The young lady didn't wash her hands? I don't believe it! Unless Lin Shen lets me smell them!]

Didn't you guys see Lin Shen's possessive action with his food just now? So domineering! His actions speak louder than his words; he absolutely loves it!

[Zhou Dingliu: I've never suffered such a great injustice in my life. I kissed a dog's nose, and it wasn't even a dog that hadn't washed its hands!]

in the hall.

Jiang Ruoyun was completely stunned.

She, the daughter of Beijing's top conglomerate, received extremely strict etiquette education from a young age, yet she was falsely accused in front of tens of millions of viewers of not washing her hands after using the toilet?!

How is she supposed to survive in high society circles now?!

However, looking at Zhou Yuxuan's distorted face, Jiang Ruoyun felt an indescribable surge of joy and sweetness.

Lin Mo was jealous.

This jerk who always says "I want to go home" and "I want to withdraw from the competition" can actually get jealous when other men get close to her!

Jiang Ruoyun bit her rosy lower lip, forcefully suppressing the wildly upturned corners of her mouth.

Her small, fair hand, which had been gripping Lin Mo's clothes at the back, naturally slid inside his shirt.

Then, he accurately pinched a soft piece of flesh on Lin Mo's waist.

With a strong pinch, he simultaneously rotated the fingers 180 degrees!

"hiss--"

Lin Mo gasped, his arrogant expression instantly contorting in pain.

But he gritted his teeth and didn't utter a sound. Instead, he stretched out his large hand and accurately grabbed Jiang Ruoyun's mischievous little hand, holding it firmly in his palm.

The two were making extremely subtle, yet playful, gestures behind each other, which, although not captured on camera, exuded an irresistible, sweet, and affectionate atmosphere.

At this moment, Zhou Yuxuan finally lifted his head off the husky's nose.

His face was ashen, and the sinister look in his eyes was almost overflowing.

But he is, after all, a seasoned top star with both high IQ and EQ, and he would never throw a tantrum like a shrew in front of the camera.

Zhou Yuxuan took a deep breath, took out an expensive silk handkerchief, and elegantly wiped away a few strands of pillow fluff from his lips.

He forced a flawless smile and even deliberately took a half step back to show his composure.

"Lin Mo is really funny."

Zhou Yuxuan looked at Lin Mo, his tone carrying a hint of condescending tolerance, "Actually, I came here today not only to bring you music, but also to bring you a feast for the taste buds."

He cleverly changed the subject and directly unleashed his trump card.

Zhou Yuxuan clapped his hands, and several bodyguards outside immediately carried in several extremely expensive constant-temperature aviation refrigerated boxes.

"To reward everyone for their hard work during this period, I specially arranged for a whole piece of top-grade A5 Wagyu beef to be airlifted from Japan."

Zhou Yuxuan glanced at Jiang Ruoyun, his eyes full of implications, "Ruoyun, this level of snowflake texture is very hard to find in China. Tonight, I'll personally cook a beach BBQ for everyone."

"Wow! A5 Wagyu beef! Jay Chou is so generous!" Zhao Kuo immediately exclaimed enthusiastically and clapped wildly.

Lin Chacha's eyes lit up, as if she could already smell the aroma of money.

Faced with this overwhelming advantage from high-end ingredients, Lin Mo merely picked at his ear in a perfunctory manner.

"Wow, awesome. You guys enjoy your meal, I'm going back to catch up on my sleep."

After saying that, Lin Mo turned around without looking back, dragging his flip-flops as he walked towards the door.

"Hey, Lin Mo, wait for me!"

Jiang Ruoyun didn't even glance at the box of expensive Wagyu beef. Like a clingy little tail, she abandoned the luxurious Building A without hesitation and chased after Lin Mo in her crystal high heels.

Zhou Yuxuan and Zhao Kuo were left standing there, their faces increasingly grim.

……

A few minutes later, in the storage room in Building C that Lin Mo had transformed into an antique-style room.

Lin Mo collapsed onto the bamboo rocking chair he had personally crafted using mortise and tenon joints, like a lump of mud.

"Creak, creak." The rocking chair made a hypnotic sound.

Jiang Ruoyun stood angrily in front of him, hands on her hips, blocking the morning light streaming in through the antique window.

"Lin Mo! Get up and explain yourself!"

Jiang Ruoyun's usually aloof and stunningly beautiful face was now filled with accusation. "Who doesn't wash their hands after using the toilet?! You've completely ruined my image as the dignified young lady of the Jiang family!"

Lin Mo didn't even bother to lift his eyelids, comfortably rolled over, and found a more pleasant position.

"I was saving his life, okay?"

Lin Mo's hoarse voice was heavy with sleepiness. "Don't you even look at how much sunscreen you put on this morning? Your hands are so white they're practically reflecting light."

He pointed to Jiang Ruoyun's fair and delicate hands.

"With so many chemicals, if that guy actually kissed it and licked the sunscreen into his mouth, he'd probably foam at the mouth on the spot."

Lin Mo said with a straight face, "Then I'll have to go through all the trouble of giving him injections to induce vomiting. How tiring that would be for me."

Jiang Ruoyun was stunned, looking at the back of her hand, which was indeed covered with a thick layer of high-SPF sunscreen.

She had prepared a whole bunch of sweet nothings and complaints, but Lin Mo's bizarre thought process instantly shut them all down.

"You...you think I'm a chemical weapon?!"

Jiang Ruoyun was both angry and amused, but the sweet feeling in her heart caused by Lin Mo's "food protection" was like a bubbling soda that she couldn't suppress it.

She knew that Lin Mo was just being stubborn.

This man is clearly jealous, but he insists on using such an absurd excuse.

"Whatever, we're having A5 Wagyu beef tonight anyway, I don't want to be stuck here eating pickled vegetables with you." Jiang Ruoyun gave a deliberately arrogant snort, turned around and sat down on the rattan chair next to her, and took out her phone to start browsing Weibo.

Lin Mo didn't refute, but simply started snoring softly.

The room was filled with a faint scent of mosquito-repellent herbs, accompanied by the sound of waves outside the window, creating a tranquil and peaceful atmosphere reminiscent of everyday life.

……

Time flies, and it's already evening.

The setting sun dyed the sea surface into an extremely brilliant orange-red.

As the sea breeze blows, a very luxurious and expensive imported smokeless barbecue grill has been set up on the flat beach in front of Building A.

Zhou Yuxuan changed into an extremely casual yet high-end resort-style shirt, with the collar slightly open to reveal his collarbone. He was holding a glass of red wine and posing for the camera.

His private chef, wearing white gloves and holding a sharp Japanese chef's knife, was carefully slicing a piece of top-grade A5 Wagyu beef covered in marble-like snowflake patterns.

The sizzling sound of the fat hitting the hot grill pan filled the beach with a rich, meaty aroma.

Zhao Kuo and Lin Chacha stood around, swallowing their saliva frantically, praising Zhou Yuxuan to the skies.

On the other side, downwind, a few dozen meters away.

Lin Mo was squatting in front of a makeshift earthen stove temporarily built with a few broken red bricks.

He was wearing that familiar white T-shirt and shorts, holding a worn-out palm-leaf fan, casually fanning the charcoal fire.

Facing the extremely high-end and luxurious Wagyu beef feast, Lin Mo's face showed no envy, but rather a sense of pity that said, "You guys are eating too much vegetarian food."

He slowly reached into the extremely large trouser pocket, and then pulled out...