With just one close approach, she was utterly routed!

Faced with Zhou Yuxuan's manic and incompetent rage, the atmosphere in the living room instantly plummeted to freezing point.

All eyes turned to Lin Mo, who was sitting in the shadows in the corner.

The person in question acted as if nothing had happened, completely unaware that they had been provoked.

He slowly swallowed the warm goji berry tea in his mouth, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down with each swallow.

"Eat the device?"

Lin Mo looked at Zhou Yuxuan with an expression as if he were an idiot, through the rising steam.

"This is a medical-grade precision device, full of heavy metals and complex electronic motherboards."

He shook his head solemnly, his tone full of the heartache and indignation of an old cadre.

"Young man, if you actually eat this stuff, your stomach will go on strike right now. Even if you go to the emergency room of a top-tier hospital for gastric lavage, it won't be long enough."

Zhou Yuxuan was completely blinded by jealousy and humiliation, and he couldn't hear such a well-intentioned but sarcastic reminder.

"Stop pretending! What kind of skill is it to change the subject? Do you even dare to try?!"

His eyes were bloodshot, his back teeth were clenched tightly, and the veins on his neck were bulging, as if he could pounce on Lin Mo and bite him on the spot if he dared to refuse.

The 80 million viewers in the live stream were completely in an uproar, with the screen filled with so many comments that the background color was no longer visible.

[It's here! The most iconic face-slapping scene on the entire internet is about to unfold!]

[Zhou Yuxuan is both terrible at the game and loves to play; he insists on offering his face to Lin Shen for a beating!]

[The production crew quickly went to the kitchen to get some cumin and chili powder; they'll mix it with the equipment for the top star to eat later, to get rid of the rusty smell!]

Hearing Zhou Yuxuan's raspy roar, Lin Mo sighed helplessly.

That tone was exactly like that of a miserable corporate slave forced to work overtime late at night on the weekend by an unscrupulous boss.

"Sigh, young people these days are so hot-tempered and can't keep their tempers down at all."

Lin Mo slowly tightened the lid of the stainless steel thermos and placed it steadily on the glass coffee table in front of him.

"Since you insist on seeking masochism and want to put your face up for a slap, then I'll do you a good deed and grant your wish."

Lin Mo stood up, his large gray shorts swaying with his movement, making him look incredibly casual.

He didn't even bother to straighten his worn-out white T-shirt; he just shuffled towards the center of the living room in his ten-dollar flip-flops.

"Pat, pat."

The sound of plastic shoe soles striking the expensive wooden floor was exceptionally clear in the quiet living room.

His gait was extremely lazy and unsteady, with his hands casually tucked into his pockets.

But to Zhou Yuxuan, each step struck his nerves with precision, making him feel a strange sense of suffocation.

On the high stool, Jiang Ruoyun's breathing inexplicably became erratic.

Just a few hours ago, on the island beach at sunset.

This man's incredibly powerful, combat-ready-looking waist, and his domineering statement, "Touching me will cost you money."

At this moment, it was like some kind of inescapable curse, playing on a frantic loop in her mind.

The fingertips seemed to still retain the burning sensation of that rock-hard skin beneath that thin layer of skin.

As Lin Mo's tall and imposing figure drew closer, Jiang Ruoyun unconsciously straightened her back and gripped the edge of the bar stool tightly with her fingers.

Her usual aloof, dignified, and unapproachable demeanor as a young lady from the Beijing elite circle is now melting away at a visible speed.

Instead, she felt a kind of girlish panic and secret expectation that she herself was unaware of.

Lin Mo stopped half a step away from her.

He didn't make any unnecessary movements.

Unlike Zhou Yuxuan, who deliberately tried to create a greasy, domineering CEO look, he didn't lower his voice to recite those cringe-worthy, corny lines.

He simply lowered his head slightly, still keeping his hands in his pockets.

Those usually dull, listless eyes were now gazing at her quietly and intently through their deep gaze.

The warm yellow spotlights from the living room ceiling cascaded down, casting a soft halo around Lin Mo's broad, upright shoulders.

His towering 1.88-meter frame transformed into an impenetrable wall, completely enveloping Jiang Ruoyun in his shadow.

Just standing here creates a terrifying yet absolutely reassuring sense of size difference and oppression.

There was no pungent smell of cheap perfume or heavy hairspray in the air.

Only a faint, clean soap scent unique to Lin Mo, mixed with the languid aroma of sun-baked clothes, enveloped Jiang Ruoyun completely.

"drop……"

In the extremely quiet living room, the cold, medical-grade heart rate monitor suddenly emitted a slightly urgent beep.

Everyone, including the staff behind the monitor, instinctively turned their gaze to the black screen.

The red number in the upper right corner, which was originally lifeless, even dropped to 68 after Zhou Yuxuan's provocation.

It was as if I had been struck by some mysterious bio-electric current, and it started beating wildly and irrationally!

72...78...85!

The speed at which the numbers are climbing is astonishing!

Director Wang, standing nearby, gasped, nearly crushing the stopwatch in his hand with excitement.

It's only been less than ten seconds!

Lin Mo hadn't even uttered a single punctuation mark, nor had he moved a finger!

It was just a casual approach, a nonchalant exchange of glances.

This icy beauty, worth hundreds of billions and pursued relentlessly by countless top figures in the industry, has already shown signs of utter defeat!

[Holy crap! It moved! Is this heart rate monitor broken? It's practically taking off from the spot!]

This is true, top-tier sexual tension! No need for any fancy language; just the two of them standing together is a captivating idol drama!

[Zhou Yuxuan, have you learned it yet? What is a dimensional reduction attack? This is a dimensional reduction attack at the level of a grandmaster!]

[The young lady's face was so red it was almost bleeding! This wasn't a test of affection; it was clearly a one-sided, unconditional surrender!]

Looking at the heart rate on the screen, which had easily surpassed the 90 mark.

Lin Mo's thin lips, which were always tightly pursed, finally curved upwards into a beautiful and deadly arc.

A very low, slightly amusement-tinged chuckle reverberated from his chest.

"Why are you jumping so fast?"

That magnetic laughter, falling into Jiang Ruoyun's ears, was like a soft little brush with static electricity, sweeping fiercely across her heart.

She bit her rosy lower lip in embarrassment and annoyance, instinctively wanting to back away from this terrifying masculine scent.

But he found himself completely locked in by the opponent's enormous shadow, with nowhere to retreat.

"The machine... this broken machine is definitely malfunctioning; it's completely inaccurate."

Jiang Ruoyun stammered, trying to come up with a flimsy excuse, her beautiful peach blossom eyes darting out to meet Lin Mo's gaze.

She could only frantically look around, finally fixing her gaze on the small section of sharp collarbone exposed at his collar.

"Yeah?"

Lin Mo raised an eyebrow and suddenly made a gesture that made 80 million viewers across the internet scream.

He pulled his hands out of his large trouser pockets, and his slender figure leaned forward without warning.

Those large, well-defined hands reached over Jiang Ruoyun's slender shoulders and landed steadily on the back of the high stool behind her.

This is an absolutely dominant and extremely aggressive half-circle forbidden pose!

In that instant, the distance between the two was reduced to an extremely dangerous level.

Jiang Ruoyun was so close that she could clearly count Lin Mo's individual, curled eyelashes.

So close that every gentle breath Lin Mo took would warmly spray onto her most sensitive area, the hollow of her neck.

It triggered a strong, tingling sensation that made her spine go weak and her whole body tremble.

"Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep!"

The heart rate monitor's sound frequency instantly became like a frantic, rapid-fire war drumbeat!

The red numbers on the screen soared recklessly, like they were riding a heavy-lift rocket!

85...90...95!

At that moment, the stopwatch in Director Wang's hand had only gone past the 25-second mark.

Looking at the young lady in front of him, whose heart was pounding wildly because of him, and whose fair neck was even flushed with a charming pink.

A secretive yet overwhelming sense of male satisfaction welled up uncontrollably in Lin Mo's heart.

"So, you... have feelings for me too."

This once-renowned strategist, who had traversed the world in his previous life and was indifferent to fame and fortune, was now experiencing the fluttering heart of a young man falling in love for the first time.

But he would never admit that the heart inside his chest was actually beating at a frequency no lower than the reading on the instrument in front of him.

If you attach a sensor to it as well, the machine will probably sound an alarm on the spot.

To hide his almost racing heartbeat, Lin Mo's mischievous nature instantly took over.

He deliberately avoided using those affectionate sweet words to coax her.

He wanted to use this most shameless and oppressive rogue attitude to thoroughly tease this proud Persian cat.

The entire living room fell into a deathly silence.

Everyone held their breath, not daring to even exhale, for fear of disturbing this unsettling and ambiguous atmosphere.

Zhou Yuxuan clenched his fists tightly, his neatly trimmed nails digging deep into the flesh of his palms, oblivious to the blood seeping out.

He stared at the scene before him with bloodshot eyes and a distorted expression.

He couldn't believe it even if he were beaten to death that his carefully prepared lines and wall-slamming moves were no match for Lin Mo's silent approach!

This is not just a simple slap in the face; it's throwing his dignity, his public image, and his pride to the ground and repeatedly crushing them with a road roller!

Amidst the interplay of light and shadow, Lin Mo quietly watched Jiang Ruoyun's long eyelashes tremble wildly like butterfly wings.

Looking at her red lips, slightly parted due to nervousness and shyness, as if they were asking for oxygen.

Lin Mo's wicked smile deepened, and a dangerous glint flashed in his deep eyes.

He tilted his head slightly and slowly brought his warm, thin lips closer.

Until the distance between them was only the thickness of a sheet of paper, their lips almost brushed against her already red and bleeding earlobe.

Then, Lin Mo spoke in an extremely hoarse breath that only the two of them could hear.

He asked a fatal question...