Young Miss: So hard! Lin Shen: Touching me randomly costs money!

The sunlight was blinding, and the salty sea breeze seemed to have stopped flowing at that moment.

The dozens of high-definition cameras on site were like sharks that had smelled blood.

All the cameras were focused intently on the huge parasol on the sidelines.

Jiang Ruoyun's slender index finger trembled slightly in mid-air.

With a bewitched-like allure, she slowly approached the male body radiating astonishing heat.

The next second, her fair and delicate fingertips landed firmly and smoothly on Lin Mo's taut abdominal muscles without any resistance.

The moment the touch came, Jiang Ruoyun's brain short-circuited for a second.

Her fingertips, slightly chilled from the chilled watermelon, felt the scalding heat of an adult male's body.

And beneath that thin layer of skin, muscle fibers as hard as a rock, as if cast from steel.

The raw, powerful rebound made her press down again, almost as if possessed.

It was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop on the beach.

In this eerily quiet atmosphere, the usually aloof and elegant heiress, the daughter of Beijing's richest man, parted her red lips slightly.

With a stunningly beautiful yet innocent face, she uttered two words in a very adorable, dazed manner:

"...So hard."

These two words were like a depth charge dropped into a calm lake.

The cameraman, holding a tray, gasped and nearly crushed the walkie-talkie in his hand.

Several young female interns nearby blushed instantly, covering their mouths and trying to suppress their laughter.

At this point, the live stream room was beyond just being described as boiling over.

The barrage of comments from 80 million online viewers transformed into a dense pink storm, completely engulfing the entire screen!

[Holy crap! Holy crap! Is this some kind of explicit content I can listen to without paying?!]

【Young lady, what are you doing?! Stop your lewd behavior in public immediately!】

[Damn, that's hard! Jiang Ruoyun, the contrast between your aloof and world-weary face and saying something like that is just killing me!]

[Help! The sexual tension between these two is off the charts! I desperately need a ventilator!]

[Zhou Yuxuan's fans, come and see God! Your brother's muscles are just from eating too much vaping powder, Lin Shen's is the real deal—a waist that can make even rich heiresses drool!]

Hearing that damned "So hard," Lin Mo felt an inexplicable surge of anger rush from his lower abdomen to the top of his head.

He lowered his head, his gaze fixed intently on the pale finger that was still wreaking havoc on his abs.

The Adam's apple, hidden in the shadow of his jaw, bobbed violently twice uncontrollably.

He originally only unleashed his full core power in desperation to protect his long-term livelihood.

Who would have thought that the gusts of wind at the beach would be so strong that they would completely expose his perfectly hidden physique!

This usually laid-back, high-ranking scholar, whose only thought was to go back to his hometown and relax, was now feeling incredibly resentful.

He's jealous of the 80 million viewers across the internet.

"What a joke! Do you think I'm going to just show off my one-of-a-kind V-shaped waist to strangers?"

"Now look what's happened! Tens of millions of people across the internet have seen it all for free, even counting the exact number of creases on abs. It's an absolute rip-off!"

The more Lin Mo thought about it, the more he felt cheated. His domineering and possessive nature as a man instantly overwhelmed his feigned old-fashioned demeanor.

He suddenly stretched out his large, powerful hand and pressed down on Jiang Ruoyun's delicate hand.

His palms were burning hot from the extreme exertion he had just unleashed, as if they could be branded directly into a person's skin and bones.

"You'll have to pay for touching me inappropriately."

Lin Mo's voice was unusually hoarse, with a slight panting from just finishing vigorous exercise, making her incredibly sexy.

Through his dark sunglasses, he looked down at Jiang Ruoyun's flustered peach blossom eyes.

"Also, stop staring at my waist like that, with that hungry look in your eyes."

The scalding heat from the back of my hand, coupled with that blunt, low-pitched warning that made me want to explode.

Jiang Ruoyun finally snapped out of her daze and realized what incomprehensible and stupid thing she had just done.

With a sudden burst of color, a vibrant blush spread from her ears all the way down her fair neck.

This arrogant young lady's face was as red as a ripe peach, and steam was practically rising from her head.

"Who...who's so envious! Stop showing off!"

She stammered her rebuttal, then pulled her hand back as if she'd been electrocuted, frantically grabbing a small fan from the side and fanning herself vigorously.

But her wildly beating heart and her evasive gaze, which dared not look at Lin Mo even once more, had already betrayed her.

Just when the ambiguous atmosphere on the island was about to ignite a real spark.

Thousands of miles away, in the capital city, inside the heavily guarded, luxurious villa of the Jiang family.

The air pressure in the living room was so low it felt like a Category 10 typhoon was about to hit.

Jiang Jianguo, the head of the Jiang Group, had just gotten home from get off work and hadn't even had time to take off his expensive bespoke suit jacket.

He paced back and forth in the spacious living room like a furious fire-breathing dragon whose tail had been stepped on.

The leather shoes made a dull sound as they stepped on the expensive Persian carpet.

That dignified face, which was usually impassive in the business world, was now so angry that his eyes were twitching.

"Look at him! Look at that wicked brat!"

Jiang Jianguo suddenly turned his head, pointed at the 80-inch LCD TV in the center of the living room, and frantically complained to his wife who was sitting on the sofa.

On the television screen, there was a high-definition still image of Lin Mo's clothes being blown away by the strong wind, revealing his perfect V-shaped waist.

"It's just a game of volleyball, how did his clothes fly so high?! This is definitely a pre-planned scheme!"

This father-in-law, who holds assets worth hundreds of billions, has now completely transformed into the most bitter and envious person, roaring through gritted teeth.

"He did it on purpose! He knows he's penniless and powerless, so he deliberately exposes himself to seduce my Ruoyun!"

On the sofa, Song Wan, a professor in the History Department of Peking University, was holding a cup of bone china black tea, her temperament as gentle and refined as an orchid.

Wearing gold-rimmed glasses, she glanced casually at Lin Mo's muscular physique on the television screen, a hint of admiration playing at the corners of her lips.

"Alright, Jianguo, stop shaking me, you're making me dizzy." Song Wan took a sip of her black tea. "He only unleashed that power to save your daughter."

"You don't need to strip people naked just to save them! This is clearly the behavior of a male vixen!"

Jiang Jianguo wouldn't listen to a word and angrily loosened the tie around his neck.

"That kid's too cunning! He acts like a stoic old man drinking goji berry tea all the time, but when it really matters, he uses his good looks on my daughter!"

"I'm so angry! This afternoon I was watching a live stream in the office, and in my anger, I broke my limited-edition Montblanc pen in half!"

Song Wan put down her teacup and shook her head helplessly.

She knew her husband, who was ruthless and decisive in the business world, all too well.

This isn't anger at the male lead's behavior; it's clearly seeing the beautiful cabbage she's raised for over twenty years.

He's about to go and provoke the wild boars outside; it's just a feeling of powerless rage from an old father.

Our gaze once again travels thousands of miles, returning to the scorching island beaches.

After declaring absolute sovereignty over his own body, Lin Mo quickly released Jiang Ruoyun's hand.

He grabbed the messy silver reflective sun-protective clothing hanging on his chest with both hands and swiftly pulled it down.

With a crisp "whoosh" sound.

He zipped up his sun-protective clothing all the way to his chin.

Those insanely beautiful abs and powerful V-shaped waist were completely sealed away again.

Not even a tiny gap in the flesh was left for the predatory camera lenses around them.

In just two seconds, that testosterone-fueled, combat-ready god of war who could catch a cannonball with one hand completely vanished.

Instead, it became that lazy old man wearing flip-flops, a funny floral hat, and holding a thermos.

It's as if the person who just caused a massive online upheaval wasn't him at all.

Lin Mo turned around, not even bothering to take off his sunglasses.

He tilted his head slightly, his gaze casually passing through the volleyball net, coldly sweeping across the opposite half of the court.

There, Zhao Kuo was still curled up in the sand pit like a giant, cooked mantis shrimp.

He clutched his stomach tightly with both hands, retching violently, almost vomiting bile.

The once arrogant and invincible Zhou Yuxuan was now deathly pale, his face devoid of any color.

He stood frozen in place, his eyes filled with shock and deep fear as he looked at Lin Mo.

His proud eight-pack abs looked like a ridiculous joke in the face of the superhuman explosive power that Lin Mo had just displayed.

"How so, you two?"

Lin Mo slowly unscrewed the lid of the stainless steel thermos and sipped the warm goji berry tea.

His tone was so flat that it didn't have the slightest ripple.

"Weren't you just shouting that a man's body has to be hard?"

"Is there anything else 'hard' to show? If not, I'm going back to take a nap."

Zhou Yuxuan's Adam's apple bobbed with extreme difficulty, but he couldn't utter a single word.

His legs, which he used to do squats in the gym all year round, were now trembling slightly uncontrollably.

What kind of international joke is this?

That monster who can send a 170-pound fat guy flying two meters away with a volleyball, who the hell would dare to continue playing against him?!

"It seems there aren't any left."

Lin Mo nodded knowingly, tightened the lid of the thermos again, and yawned widely without any regard for his image.

"Since I'm too exhausted, I'll leave work on time. This awful weather, my sunscreen will melt if I stand here any longer."

This beach volleyball match was originally designed to humiliate Lin Mo.

Ultimately, the event ended abruptly with the complete collapse of Zhou Yuxuan's team and a double blow to their physical and mental well-being.

However, as a typical stepping stone villain in male-oriented wish-fulfillment novels, the words "learn a lesson" are clearly not in Zhou Yuxuan's dictionary.

An extreme sense of humiliation grew wildly in his heart like poisonous weeds.

He was absolutely unwilling to become a laughing stock on the internet, and even more unwilling to let Lin Mo steal the limelight.

Time flies, and night soon falls on this beautiful island of romance.

In order to strike while the iron is hot and completely unleash the terrifying viewership ratings accumulated during the day.

The production team was clearly not going to be left out and decided to pull off an unprecedented big move during tonight's recording.

In the spacious living room of the Heartbeat House, staff carefully moved in two cold-looking, precision instruments.

Various complex electronic screens flashed on it, connected to several surface mount cables.

That's not just an ordinary variety show prop; it's a medical-grade heart rate monitor actually used for clinical heart rate monitoring!

Director Wang held a megaphone in his hand, a sly, fox-like smile on his face.

He loudly announced the hellish game specially prepared for all the guests that evening—