A Thunderclap! The Terrified Young Lady and the "Caterpillar Packing Technique"

"Boom—!"

A blinding bolt of lightning, tearing through the sky, suddenly cleaved the thick, inky night sky over the island.

A deafening clap of thunder, like the furious roar of an ancient beast, exploded over the unsuspecting desert island.

The gale, mixed with icy rain, lashed the banana leaves on the top of the bamboo bed like whips.

The crackling sounds, intertwined with the howling sea wind, were like the end of the world.

Using the fleeting, pale light of the lightning, Lin Mo clearly captured the scene beside him.

His heart, which had endured two lifetimes and prided itself on cultivating a state of perfect tranquility, suddenly clenched painfully and uncontrollably.

The stubborn girl who had been shivering from the cold but refused to cause him any trouble had now completely broken down.

Jiang Ruoyun huddled tightly in the darkest corner of the bamboo bed.

This is a high-society heiress from Beijing's elite business circle who always wears haute couture gowns when she goes out.

At this moment, it resembles a stray cat that has been ruthlessly abandoned and soaked in a downpour.

She covered her ears tightly with both hands, her slender knuckles turning deathly pale from the excessive force.

That stunningly beautiful face was filled with undisguised terror and despair.

Her thin, frail shoulders trembled violently and helplessly in the aftershocks of the thunder.

She was so gripped by panic that her breathing became rapid and irregular.

Each rise and fall of her chest was accompanied by heartbreakingly shallow gasps, as if she would faint from lack of oxygen at any moment.

Crystal-clear tears, like pearls from a broken string, rolled down her tightly closed eyes.

Warm tears instantly soaked her pale cheeks and slammed into Lin Mo's tense nerves.

The languid and nonchalant air that had lingered in Lin Mo's eyes for years was completely blown away by an invisible gust of wind the moment he saw her tears.

Instead, he felt an unprecedented sharpness, and a deep-seated regret that even startled him.

Damn it!

Lin Mo cursed inwardly, his hands clenched into fists at his sides, the knuckles cracking.

"She's actually that afraid of thunder? Severe thunderstorm phobia?"

"You're usually so good at criticizing people in the world of fame and fortune, aren't you? You seem so arrogant and overbearing, why didn't you say you were afraid of thunder sooner!"

Looking at her fragile appearance, as if she might shatter at any moment, Lin Mo felt as if his breath would stop.

The perfect retirement plan in my mind includes things like "keeping a distance", "quitting as soon as possible to get the penalty", and "never getting involved with the female guests".

At this moment, he ruthlessly crushed them all and threw them to the winds.

To hell with avoiding suspicion! To hell with the exorbitant breach of contract penalty!

If he can't even protect the woman beside him, and sees her terrified by the thunder, what a terrible sight it is.

His two lifetimes as an all-around national hero have been wasted!

Lin Mo pursed his lips tightly, a resolute look flashing in his deep black eyes.

He didn't waste any words and his actions were exceptionally decisive.

The sudden drop in temperature on the island at night, mixed with the dampness of the downpour, felt like countless invisible, icy steel needles piercing straight into his bones.

But he didn't even frown, as if he didn't feel the cold at all.

Lin Mo kicked off the edge of the bamboo bed with his long, powerful legs.

His tall and imposing figure instantly bridged the gap between the two, closing in on the trembling girl in the corner.

He leaned down slightly and, without saying a word, unfolded the camouflage jacket.

The jacket still retains a strong masculine scent, along with a faint, comforting pine fragrance.

Lin Mo raised his hands and draped the windbreaker over Jiang Ruoyun's trembling, frail body like a warm net.

This oversized men's coat was like a thick blanket to her petite frame.

Before Jiang Ruoyun could recover from the shock of the thunder...

Lin Mo's slender fingers had already deftly reached the metal zipper at the bottom of the coat.

"Sizzle—"

A crisp snapping sound rang out in the wind and rain.

Lin Mo's movements were skillful and carried an undeniable air of dominance.

He followed the zipper and pulled it all the way to the top in one go, where it fit snugly against Jiang Ruoyun's delicate chin.

In the midst of this seamless process, he skillfully grabbed Jiang Ruoyun's sleeve.

It tightly wrapped her cold, still unconsciously waving arms inside the large clothes.

In less than two seconds.

This is a typical aloof and arrogant heiress who always attracts attention wherever she goes.

He wrapped himself and his arms up tightly, turning them into a round, immobile "caterpillar".

Jiang Ruoyun was completely stunned.

Through the thick windproof fabric, she stared blankly up at the man in front of her who was only wearing a thin short-sleeved shirt.

Her long eyelashes were still adorned with glistening teardrops, and her eyes were brimming with tears, threatening to spill over.

Coupled with its clumsy appearance, wrapped up tightly, it looks both pitiful and endearingly comical.

But this is still not the end.

In this small, dark shelter made of bamboo beds that can only accommodate two people.

Lin Mo crossed his long legs and sat steadily in front of her, like an unshakable, majestic mountain.

He gave her no space to think, let alone any room to refuse.

Lin Mo slowly stretched out his thick, muscular arms, which were full of terrifying explosive power from years of hard work.

It exudes an aura of absolute dominance unique to adult men.

He grabbed the still slightly dazed "caterpillar" and put his arm around it.

With a sudden burst of strength from his strong waist and abdomen, he pulled her into his arms without any hesitation.

"what……"

A faint gasp escaped Jiang Ruoyun's throat.

She instantly lost her balance and fell straight into a broad and warm embrace.

The man's chest was as hard as iron, radiating an astonishing heat even through his thin white T-shirt.

The heat instantly penetrated the fabric of her windbreaker, dispelling all the chill from her body.

This absolute difference in size creates an overwhelming sense of oppression that makes it hard to breathe.

But what follows is an unparalleled sense of security that allows one to let down all their defenses.

It was as if as long as she hid in his arms, even if the outside world completely collapsed, it would have nothing to do with her.

at the same time.

In the capital city, thousands of miles away, inside a luxurious hillside villa that maintains a constant temperature year-round.

The air had frozen to freezing point, and the atmosphere was so tense it felt like it was about to explode.

"Bang!"

Jiang Jianguo, the richest man in China, stared at the two people tightly embracing on the screen, his eyes almost popping out of their sockets.

He slammed his hand on the expensive tea table in front of him, causing the Ru kiln teaware on it to tremble and spill tea everywhere.

"You scoundrel! This kid surnamed Lin is a complete idiot who doesn't know his own limits!"

Jiang Jianguo was so angry that his beard was trembling violently, and he pointed at the huge LCD screen and cursed loudly.

"Taking advantage of someone in distress! How dare he take advantage of my precious daughter during a thunderstorm! This is outrageous!"

He roared angrily as he wandered around the room looking for his phone.

"I'm going to put pressure on the production team right now! Stop this damn live broadcast immediately! Throw this bastard surnamed Lin into the sea to feed the sharks!"

Just as the father's protective instincts were about to trigger a nuclear explosion, preparing to use the power of capital to destroy everything.

A well-maintained, fair, and elegant hand suddenly and steadily pressed down on the back of Jiang Jianguo's hand, which was in a fit of rage.

It's Song Wan.

Ms. Song, a senior professor in the Department of History at Peking University, is usually gentle and dignified.

At this moment, her eyes behind those glasses were unusually sharp, exuding an unyielding authority.

"Shut up! Sit down properly!"

Song Wan's voice wasn't loud, but it carried an absolute sense of pressure from someone who had always been at the top of the family's food chain.

Jiang Jianguo suddenly felt a jolt.

His previously arrogant and domineering anger was instantly extinguished by more than half. He turned his head away with a wronged look, like a punching bag.

"Honey, look at what he's doing..."

"I'm not blind, I can see very clearly!"

Song Wan interrupted him without any politeness, pointing her light-colored nail polished fingers directly at the broad and sturdy figure on the screen.

Her tone carried a rare, undisguised emotion and admiration.

"You only saw him forcibly hug Ruoyun, but didn't you see clearly that this kid took off his only coat to keep Ruoyun warm?"

"There's a raging wind outside! And the temperature is so low!"

Song Wan took a deep breath, her gaze fixed on Lin Mo's thin white T-shirt on the screen.

"He was only wearing so little, and he endured the damp, cold, and harsh conditions just to leave the only source of heat for your daughter."

"You call this taking advantage of someone in distress?"

Song Wan sneered, her gaze piercing. "That's what you call a man's responsibility! That's what it means to value Ruoyun's life more than his own!"

Jiang Jianguo was completely stunned.

He opened his mouth, instinctively wanting to say something to save face.

But looking at the screen, Lin Mo's back, trembling slightly from the cold wind, was still tightly protecting Jiang Ruoyun, refusing to back down even a step.

The once-prominent richest man in Beijing's elite circle was speechless for a moment.

It felt like a wad of dry cotton had been forcibly stuffed into my throat, and I couldn't utter a single word.

Our gaze returns to that storm-ravaged, isolated, desolate island.

The fierce winds in the bamboo forest continued to rage and roar, as if the power of nature was about to tear apart all life on the island.

Another dazzling bolt of lightning ripped through the sky, illuminating the dark sanctuary.

"boom--"

A terrifying, awe-inspiring clap of thunder followed closely behind, as if it were about to explode right above their heads.

The "caterpillar" wrapped tightly in his arms instinctively shrank violently and let out a suppressed, painful whimper.

Lin Mo's heart felt as if it were being squeezed tightly by an invisible hand, causing him severe, dull pain.

He didn't hesitate for a moment.

Large, warm hands instantly rose up and firmly covered Jiang Ruoyun's ears, which were covered by the hood of her windbreaker.

His palms were broad and strong, with a warmth that gave people absolute peace of mind.

It almost perfectly isolated the terrifying roar of thunder and the raging storm outside from the void just millimeters away.

To prevent her from hurting herself by moving around in panic, Lin Mo unconsciously tightened his arms slightly.

Jiang Ruoyun's beautiful face, streaked with tears, was pressed firmly against Lin Mo's thin white T-shirt by a gentle yet forceful force.

The physical distance between the two people was compressed to a negative number.

An eerie darkness and silence descended upon the surroundings.

The raging wind, rain, thunder, and lightning outside seemed to recede rapidly at this moment, becoming insignificant and blurry background noise.

But Jiang Ruoyun did not feel absolute tranquility.

Because after her hearing was blocked, another sense was instantly amplified infinitely, and a whole new world opened up to her.

She could clearly smell the scent of soapberry mixed with cold rain, sea breeze, and clean, refreshing fragrance emanating from Lin Mo.

The scent forcefully entered her nasal cavity, powerfully calming her extremely tense nerves.

The most critical thing is...

Through a thin layer of pure cotton fabric, she could clearly feel the outline of the man's firm and full pectoral muscles.

The thunder did indeed subside.

But another intense, rapid sound crashed down on Jiang Ruoyun's ears like drumbeats.