The Face-Wiping Kill with a Cuff! Okay, go wait over there for me to feed you.

The old wooden door was wide open, and pungent smoke billowed out like a wild horse.

The air was filled with the pungent smell of wood ash, mixed with the musty smell of the old house that had never seen sunlight for years.

Lin Mo stood against the light at the doorway, his figure tall and straight. His gaze pierced through the thick smoke and settled on the small figure in front of the stove.

Jiang Ruoyun was squatting on the muddy ground, completely disregarding her image.

She huddled up in a ball, her elegant coat, which she had worn when she arrived, now covered in dust.

He nervously clutched the hem of his clothes, coughing repeatedly from the fumes, his shoulders twitching.

Those peach blossom eyes, which usually exuded pride and aloofness, were now bright red.

It was filled with physiological tears, as if it were about to burst at any moment.

The most deadly thing is that face.

A clear black mark on the left, and a blurry blackish-gray mass on the right.

Even the tip of his nose, which was usually held high and pert, was not spared from being covered in a clump of black mud.

The once aloof and wealthy heiress has been transformed into a pathetic little kitten that has just crawled out of a coal pile.

Hearing footsteps, she looked up and saw the person through her blurry, tear-filled eyes.

"Lin Mo...this stove is bullying me..."

Her voice was soft and nasal, with a hint of barely concealed grievance.

The decisive and efficient aura she usually exuded as a female CEO had vanished without a trace.

Lin Mo's brows, which had been tightly furrowed upon hearing the violent coughing, completely relaxed in that instant.

He looked at her aggrieved and disheveled appearance without saying a word.

There wasn't a single condescending accusation, nor any mockery of her overestimating her abilities.

In those deep eyes that always seemed a bit lazy and nonchalant, a deep and gentle tenderness quietly welled up.

This girl, who clearly never lifts a finger, insists on acting tough at a time like this.

It's just lighting a fire, why make it sound like some kind of world war?

Lin Mo sighed silently, but his steps did not falter in the slightest.

He strode forward and stepped directly over the high, old wooden threshold.

The thick smoke in the kitchen was still raging, making it almost impossible to open one's eyes.

But he walked in steadily as if nothing had happened.

Underfoot was uneven, muddy ground covered with water stains and black ash.

Lin Mo didn't even frown, and without the slightest hesitation, he knelt down on one knee in front of Jiang Ruoyun.

His pure black suit trousers dangled over the edge of the mud, but he didn't care at all.

Their eyes met instantly.

As the distance closed, Lin Mo could clearly see the teardrops clinging to her curled eyelashes, poised to fall.

Jiang Ruoyun looked at him somewhat nervously, and subconsciously bit her lower lip.

She thought Lin Mo would sigh, shake his head helplessly, or kick her out of the kitchen.

She was even quickly planning in her mind how to quietly defend herself.

After all, it was quite embarrassing to come in so confidently to start a fire, only to almost burn the kitchen down.

However, Lin Mo didn't ask anything.

In this dilapidated rural kitchen, there were naturally no fine paper towels to be found, let alone clean towels.

Lin Mo had no intention of turning around to look for these external objects.

He simply raised his right arm.

It was a light-colored shirt of very good quality, which I had kept clean while working in the yard, without a speck of dust on it.

The fabric was crisp and had a faint, unique herbal scent.

In this kitchen filled with the smell of burning, this fresh fragrance stood out all the more.

Lin Mo leaned forward slightly, closing the final distance between them.

He pressed his neat, white cuffs directly against Jiang Ruoyun's dirty cheek.

Jiang Ruoyun's eyes widened suddenly, and she subconsciously held her breath.

The edges of the shirt fabric had a slight texture, but under Lin Mo's control, the wiping force was incredibly gentle.

As if afraid of hurting her in the slightest.

His warm fingers, through a layer of clothing, steadily supported her chin.

The man's large palms radiated a reassuring warmth that flowed continuously through me.

With a gentle touch of his thumb, he patiently wiped away the black grime from the corners of her eyes and cheeks, bit by bit.

The black stain instantly stained the clean cuff.

The stark black and white created a strong visual impact in the dimly lit kitchen.

But Lin Mo didn't even blink, showing no sign of regret.

His gaze remained fixed on her face, as if he were polishing a rare, newly unearthed treasure.

The clump of black mud on the tip of his nose was stubborn because it was mixed with tears.

Lin Mo moved his fingers down and gently rubbed the tip of her nose with the clean side of his sleeve.

The coarse wood ash was gradually removed, finally revealing the original fair and delicate skin tone.

A high-definition camera hidden in the corner of the roof beam accurately captured this close-up scene.

The dilapidated background shrouded in smoke creates the most authentic atmosphere of everyday life.

The man, kneeling on one knee, used his cleanest clothes to wipe the dirtiest grime from the girl's face.

His movements showed no sign of disgust, and there was even a faint smile in his eyes.

It was a kind of indulgence and favoritism that was almost overflowing.

After wiping away the last bit of stain, Lin Mo withdrew his hand with satisfaction.

He looked at her face, now clean and radiant again, and a beautiful smile curved his lips.

The magnetic subwoofer rang out amidst the kitchen smoke, steadily reaching Jiang Ruoyun's ears.

"Just sit in the yard and enjoy the scenery."

Lin Mo's voice was soft, and his tone was as calm as a still, deep pool.

Yet it carries an undeniable sense of security, as if it can instantly soothe all panic and helplessness.

He bent his long, slender fingers and gently brushed the tip of her still slightly red nose.

The movements were so natural, as if they had been done a thousand times.

"Let me handle this place."

Lin Mo stared into her eyes, his tone revealing an air of self-righteous domineering and protectiveness.

"Just wait for me to feed you."

The few words were not a single carefully crafted love quote, nor did they contain a single word about love.

But to Jiang Ruoyun, it was more deafening than any carefully prepared confession.

She was completely stunned.

Staring blankly at Lin Mo, who was so close to her, Jiang Ruoyun's mind went completely blank for a long time.

My heart was pounding wildly in my chest like a drum, making a loud "thump-thump" sound, as if it were about to jump out of my throat.

Her usual decisive and eloquent demeanor, befitting a pampered young lady, crumbled instantly in the face of those words.

That arrogant shell used to disguise strength and pride was easily shattered by Lin Mo.

An indescribable heat shot from my neck straight to the top of my head.

Jiang Ruoyun's cheeks instantly turned bright red, and even her small, round earlobes were stained with a blood-red hue.

She opened her mouth, but all the stubborn words she had prepared beforehand vanished without a trace.

All defenses crumbled completely in the face of this unreserved favoritism.

In the end, she could only obediently say "Oh" like a kitten whose fur had been stroked.

She stood up from the ground, her hands still clutching the hem of her clothes somewhat awkwardly.

Turning around and stepping over the threshold, she slipped out of the smoke-filled kitchen like an obedient little shadow.

I jogged all the way to the big camphor tree in the center of the yard and found a clean bluestone slab to sit on.

Holding her burning cheeks in her hands, she felt the cool winter breeze.

His eyes, however, seemed to have radar, and he couldn't help but sneak glances towards the kitchen, while the corners of his mouth uncontrollably turned up in a wild smile.

At this very moment, CCTV's official slow-motion live broadcast room had already descended into unprecedented frenzy.

Inside the surveillance vehicle, hidden away at the village entrance, the technician let out a gasp.

The server's traffic monitoring curve spiked to a terrifying peak within seconds, with red alerts flashing wildly.

The screen was filled with a dense, interwoven barrage of comments, sweeping across the entire screen like a blizzard.

The image clarity even experienced brief stutters and crashes due to data overload.

Netizens screamed in front of their screens, almost losing their minds.

"Aaaaaaah! The God of Pure Love collapsed to the ground!"

"Kill me to entertain you two! What an amazing scene!"

"Kneeling down to wipe his face! He didn't show a second of disgust, his eyes were full of heartache!"

"Using his most expensive clothes to wipe the dust off her face—this favoritism is unparalleled! I'm so jealous, even through the screen!"

"Don't scold her for being stupid, don't blame her for causing trouble, just let her go to the side to enjoy the scenery while waiting to be fed..."

"This is an absolute god-like boyfriend! Where do you find a guy like this? Does the government assign them to you?!"

"Lin Shen's emotional stability is simply terrifying; he could hold up the sky with one hand even if it were to fall!"

"What about those who said Lin Shenfo was just slacking off? This is called striking when necessary, and protecting his own to the core!"

"I'll finish this bowl of dog food, you can do whatever you want! It's way too sweet, it needs emergency treatment!"

"The way Miss blushed just now was so adorable! She's usually so hypocritical and arrogant, but she instantly turned into a little white rabbit in front of Master Lin!"

"So what if she's a capitalist's daughter? She's still completely controlled by the cook."

"This isn't a survival show recording, it's a publicly funded honeymoon! Director Li, film more, we love to watch!"

No matter how excited the live stream was, Lin Mo, who was in the old house, was completely unaware.

With his wife settled, his home front was now completely secure.

Lin Mo turned around and faced the mess that was everywhere again.

In the kitchen, the earthen stove, stuffed with damp wood, was still stubbornly spewing out white smoke.

Even without a single open flame, the pungent smell of burning lingered.

Outside the gate, half of the yard was still covered in weeds swaying in the early winter wind, looking desolate and dilapidated.

For an ordinary person, facing such a hellish start where even cooking is a problem would probably have caused them a splitting headache long ago.

They might even start complaining that the production team is inhumane.

But there was not a trace of frustration or discouragement on Lin Mo's face.

Lin Mo took a deep breath, keeping the thick smoke in the kitchen out.

He walked to the stove and scanned its interior with sharp eyes.

Thick, damp logs completely blocked the ventilation openings; this wasn't burning firewood, it was making smoke.

Then, he slowly turned his neck.

The bones rubbed against each other, producing two crisp "click-click" sounds.

The sound was particularly clear in the empty, dilapidated kitchen.

Lin Mo raised his head and looked directly at the camera lens hidden in the corner of the roof beam.

That's the direction that director Li Lin is looking from inside the surveillance vehicle.

Lin Mo's lips curled into a calm smile, his voice steady yet carrying an undeniable sense of pressure.

"Alright, warm-up over. Director Li, open your eyes wide and watch carefully, this is what a true dimensional reduction attack looks like."