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

The sea breeze seemed to stop flowing at that moment.

Under the dim streetlights on the beach, only the crackling of charcoal fire in the red brick stove could be heard.

Jiang Ruoyun was completely unaware of just how devastating her playful, double-meaning remark had been.

"Well……"

She even stuck out her pink tongue, seemingly still wanting more.

In Lin Mo's suddenly constricted pupils, a moist tongue tip gently swept across the rosy lips, attempting to put the cumin and chili powder stuck to the corner of the lips into the mouth.

At that moment, the cameraman cleverly gave a super high-definition close-up shot.

Tens of millions of viewers across the internet clearly saw that Lin Mo's face, which usually exuded world-weariness and laziness, had completely changed.

His previously droopy, dead fish eyes now appeared deep and dark, as if hiding a wildfire about to go out of control.

His Adam's apple, hidden beneath the collar of that loose white T-shirt, bobbed violently and intensely.

"Gulp."

Downwind, where only the sound of waves could be heard, Lin Mo's swallowing sound was exceptionally clear.

The old-fashioned cadre air of "wanting to go home and farm" that he once had completely disappeared from his body.

Instead, it is replaced by a highly aggressive and extremely dangerous adult male hormone.

Lin Mo admitted that the composure he had been so proud of in both his previous lives had cracked severely in this instant.

He originally just wanted to quietly be a nobody, endure this messed-up dating show, and avoid paying the five million yuan breach of contract penalty.

But this woman in front of him, who has the title of the richest daughter in Beijing's elite circle, is acting like a heartless fool, repeatedly pushing his boundaries.

Lin Mo took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the inexplicable surge of anger within him.

"you……"

When he opened his mouth, he realized that his voice was so hoarse that it sounded like it had been sanded.

"Could you please be more mindful of the impact?"

Lin Mo lowered his voice, his tone carrying a hint of helplessness and extreme doting that he himself was unaware of.

Given his usual severe mysophobia and unromantic, lazy personality.

The best thing to do right now is to coldly throw a tissue in her face, or laugh at her for her unseemly eating habits, and then turn around and leave.

But his body's instincts once again betrayed his desire to be eliminated.

Under the intense gaze of everyone present and millions of eyes in the live broadcast room.

Lin Mo didn't even reach for the tissues.

He slowly raised his right hand, which had distinct joints and was long and strong.

He gave a thumbs-up very naturally.

Without warning, his rough fingertips, etched from years of carpentry and wok-making, touched Jiang Ruoyun's delicate lips.

A gentle swipe.

The ultimate collision of roughness and softness.

That extremely conspicuous and suggestive residue was cleanly wiped away by Lin Mo's thumb.

Jiang Ruoyun felt as if she had been struck by lightning.

Her beautiful peach blossom eyes widened instantly, and she even stopped breathing completely at that moment.

The rough touch on her lips, carrying the burning heat of Lin Mo's fingertips, was like a high-voltage current, instantly piercing her brain.

The system crashed.

The CPU of this aloof young lady from the Beijing elite circle was burned to ashes at this moment.

However, this is not the most fatal aspect.

Lin Mo withdrew his hand, lowered his gaze slightly, and looked at his thumb.

There were still remnants of cumin and chili powder left on her lips, which she was about to "import".

Under the close-up lens of high-definition, Lin Mo didn't even think much.

He simply and naturally brought his thumb and forefinger together and gently pinched them together.

Cumin and chili powder scattered and fell from slender fingertips.

This seemingly casual little gesture is full of chilling sexual tension and an extreme sense of tug-of-war!

"boom--!"

Jiang Ruoyun's face turned visibly red from her ears all the way down to her neck.

She looked like a perfectly cooked shrimp that had just been pulled out of boiling water.

She suddenly released her grip on Lin Mo's wrist.

She took two steps back as if she had been electrocuted, covering her burning cheeks with her hands, not daring to look at Lin Mo again.

At this point, the live stream room was beyond just being buzzing with excitement.

That was a complete, earth-shattering explosion!

【Aaaaaaaahh ...

He rubbed his lips with his thumb! After rubbing, he even rubbed them together! He actually rubbed them together!!!

[Lin Shen, are you out of your mind?! Is this a move you can watch on a free live stream?!]

[The God of Pure Love collapsed to the ground! His sexual attraction is off the charts! Who said Lin Shen is straight? He's clearly a top-tier seduction god!]

[This is definitely a pre-arranged meeting! The level of skill, the subconscious movement! If we hadn't, I'd do a handstand while washing my hair and eat the keyboard today!]

[The young lady is practically ripe, hahaha! This isn't a romance reality show, it's clearly Lin Shen's one-sided hormone massacre!]

Lin Mo stared at the screen filled with exploding bullet comments and belatedly realized what he had just done.

"That was too hasty."

He cursed inwardly.

They were already too high to be eliminated, but now, with this extremely outrageous move, the entire online CP (couple) fanbase is probably going to move the marriage registry office to an island.

To cover up his embarrassment, Lin Mo immediately reverted to his deadpan, world-weary expression.

He rubbed his fingers on his baggy shorts with extreme disgust.

"Once you're done eating, get out of the way and don't block the way I'm grilling the rest."

Lin Mo rolled his eyes at Jiang Ruoyun, then turned back to continue fiddling with his red brick stove.

But at this point, the downwind side was no longer a peaceful place for him alone.

The other guests, completely brainwashed by the domineering cumin chili powder, finally abandoned their so-called high-class reserve.

Zhao Kuo was the first to shamelessly come over, swallowing hard.

"Lin Mo... no, Brother Lin! Do you still have any oysters? Can you sell me two? I'll pay you a hundred yuan each!"

Lin Chacha didn't care about the top-grade Wagyu beef anymore, and ran over to the beach in her high heels, her feet sinking into the sand.

Her eyes were fixed on the sizzling starch sausage on the grill.

"Brother Lin Mo, I want to eat too..."

"Queue up, scan the code, no credit."

Lin Mo sighed and turned the skewers with utter despair.

"What kind of mess have I made? It was supposed to be a top celebrity treating everyone, so why am I the one who ends up working overtime?"

Although he complained, his hands remained extremely professional.

A lavish A5 Wagyu beef feast that should have been filled with the flavor of capital.

And so, Lin Mo single-handedly transformed it into a vibrant, down-to-earth street stall event.

And upwind, a few dozen meters away.

Zhou Yuxuan stood alone in front of the six-figure smokeless barbecue grill.

He was still holding that exquisite bone china plate in his hand.

However, the top-grade Wagyu beef on the plate had completely gone cold.

The cooled butter solidified into a layer of white grease, mixed with raw blood, which not only lacked any sense of sophistication but also looked extremely disgusting.

Just like the carefully maintained persona he's cultivating right now, it's both ridiculous and pathetic.

Zhou Yuxuan stared intently at Lin Mo, who was surrounded by the crowd, his knuckles turning white from gripping the plate too tightly.

A glint of extreme ruthlessness and resentment flashed in his eyes.

He, a top Asian celebrity, was utterly defeated by an amateur who made a simple grilled sausage!

Even the women he fancied preferred to eat at roadside stalls rather than give him a second glance!

Zhou Yuxuan took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the anger in his heart.

He slammed the cold Wagyu beef onto the grill, making a loud, jarring crack.

"So what if he's a good cook? He's just a mediocre chef."

Zhou Yuxuan sneered inwardly.

This is a dating reality show, where we not only look at life skills, but also at talent and charm.

Since he's stumbled over food, he must make up for the loss of face tenfold or a hundredfold in his absolute domain!

music.

That was his strongest weapon for crushing all ordinary people.

Time passed slowly, and night fell.

The temperature on the beach gradually dropped.

After having eaten and drunk their fill, the group, as arranged by the production team, moved to the huge bonfire that had already been lit in the center of the beach.

The waves crashed against the rocks, and the campfire crackled and popped as it burned.

The atmosphere was just right.

Zhou Yuxuan changed into a more relaxed and artistic knitted cardigan.

He walked to the most central spot by the campfire and sat down. Then, he took an extremely expensive custom-made violin case from his assistant.

Open the violin case.

A Martin guitar, gleaming with the luster of top-quality wood and worth millions, appeared before everyone's eyes.

Zhou Yuxuan's well-defined fingers gently touched the strings.

"Zheng—"