Staying Close to Each Other for Warmth! My Heart Was Beating Louder Than Thunder

That sound wasn't thunder.

It came from deep within the warm, broad chest she was pressed against.

"Thump! Thump! Thump!"

Dull, powerful, and with a heart-pounding, wild rhythm.

One beat after another, like the resounding war drums, traveled along Lin Mo's strong muscles and reached Jiang Ruoyun's eardrums without reservation.

The shock made her ears go numb, and her breathing became rapid.

Outside this cramped shelter, the wind howled and cold rain pounded against the bamboo leaves.

But inside the absolute defense that Lin Mo had built for her with his own hands, it was as hot as a blazing furnace.

Jiang Ruoyun was wrapped up so tightly in that oversized coat that she couldn't even stick out a finger.

She was like a clumsy silkworm that had lost its ability to move, forced to endure the scalding heat continuously transmitted from the man.

Through the thin white T-shirt that was slightly damp with sweat and rain, she could even clearly trace the curve of the other person's chest rising and falling.

This is an unprecedented level of intimacy that transcends all social distancing guidelines.

Jiang Ruoyun's usually incredibly slow-witted brain finally managed to turn around with some difficulty.

She cautiously peeked out half of her flushed face from the wide neckline of her coat.

Using the occasional faint flashes of lightning outside, she stared blankly up at the man above her.

In my line of sight was Lin Mo's taut jawline, as sharp as if carved by a knife and axe.

Those usually languid eyes, which always seemed to convey a sense of "life is meaningless" and "wanting to get off work," were now frighteningly deep in the darkness.

His Adam's apple was bobbing violently up and down uncontrollably, exuding a deadly tension that could make any woman's legs go weak.

Jiang Ruoyun blinked her large, watery eyes, her thick eyelashes trembling nervously.

In her mind, Lin Mo was an all-powerful deity.

They can cook a lot of delicious food, build a moisture-proof bamboo bed without using a single nail, and even dare to stand up to capital with a large tea mug.

It seemed that nothing in this world could cause this man even the slightest bit of panic.

Unexpectedly, his heart was pounding like a drum!

An incredible idea suddenly formed in Miss Jiang's mind.

She sniffed and asked in a soft, nasal tone, with a hint of disbelief, as if she were being silly.

"Lin Mo, your heart is beating so fast..."

She paused, a hint of simple sympathy and understanding flashing in her eyes.

Are you... also afraid of thunder?

Upon hearing this, the air in the cramped bamboo bed seemed to freeze instantly.

In the darkness, Lin Mo's breathing suddenly stopped for a moment.

At the same time, after a brief period of silence, the live stream chat rooms across the entire network were flooded with lively comments.

Even in the dead of night, even if the hidden camera's view is just a blurry infrared outline.

But the crystal-clear recording equipment still transmitted the entire conversation word for word to the ears of tens of millions of viewers who were fans of the cultivation genre.

[Holy crap! Holy crap! Holy crap! This young lady's brain circuitry is incredible! Why the hell is she afraid of thunder?!]

[Lin Shen is afraid of thunder? He probably wouldn't even blink an eye if he took on a wild boar one-on-one! He's clearly afraid of himself!]

[Aaaaaah! The car doors are welded shut! Nobody's allowed to get out! Any normal man, being held so softly by this young lady, how could he resist?!]

[Can you handle it? Can you handle it?? I suspect the person upstairs is making a suggestive joke!]

[The God of Pure Love collapsed to the ground! This is a million times better than artificial sweeteners! Lin Shen's physiological reaction is so real!]

The internet was abuzz with sweet romance, but inside a luxurious villa in Beijing, the atmosphere had turned icy cold.

Jiang Jianguo, the richest man in China, stared intently at the LCD TV that occupied half of the wall, his eyes almost popping out of their sockets.

"Why is his heart beating so fast! What does he want to do to my daughter!"

This powerful figure in the business world was now as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, pacing frantically around the living room.

He casually crushed a pair of exquisite walnuts on the coffee table.

"This kid always pretends to be a virtuous old man, but now he's finally showing his true colors! Butler! Prepare the helicopter! I'm going to chop this pig up right now!"

Butler: "...... (I don't even want to talk to you)"

Sitting on the mahogany sofa, Song Wan still held the ice-cracked celadon teacup, slowly skimming off the foam.

Through her gold-rimmed glasses, she looked at Lin Mo's taut, iron-like back on the screen. Instead of getting angry, a deep sense of admiration flashed in her eyes.

"Old Jiang, can you stop yelling like a country bumpkin who's never seen the world?"

Song Wan glanced at her husband indifferently, her tone calm yet carrying an undeniable air of authority.

"When young and vigorous, with a soft and beautiful woman in your arms, it is the most basic physiological instinct for humans to have their heart racing."

"But instead of taking advantage of her vulnerability, he gave his only piece of clothing to Ruoyun and restrained himself. To be able to hold onto one's principles even when faced with something so easy is a rare quality, one in a million."

"If he really doesn't react at all, then I'll have to consider taking Ruoyun to the hospital tomorrow to get him an appointment with a urologist."

Jiang Jianguo was speechless after being confronted by his wife. He could only gulp down a large glass of ice water in frustration, his eyes bloodshot as he continued to stare intently at the screen, cursing Lin Mo a thousand times over in his mind.

Meanwhile, in the refuge on the deserted island, Lin Mo had no idea that he was being watched by his father-in-law and the entire internet.

He felt that a string in his mind called reason was about to snap dangerously.

Afraid of thunder?

Lin Mo was so angry he almost laughed, a deep sense of helplessness and frustration welling up inside him.

Having lived two lives, he returned to the beginner village as a max-level national hero. What storms hadn't he seen?

Even if this deserted island volcano erupts tonight, he can grill himself an oyster without batting an eye to calm his nerves.

The reason his heart was pounding so fast, as if it were about to burst out of his chest, was entirely because of the unsuspecting ancestor in his arms!

Lin Mo lowered his head, his gaze sweeping over the stunningly beautiful face so close to his.

Jiang Ruoyun's eyes were still slightly red from the fear she had just experienced, like a completely lost fawn, filled with absolute dependence on him.

Her warm breath sprayed unobstructed onto Lin Mo's neck, which was exposed by no clothes.

It triggered wave after wave of unbearable shivers, as if feathers were repeatedly teasing the tip of my heart.

What's worse, she was completely wrapped in camouflage clothing, and in order to maintain her balance, she could only cling to him like an octopus.

That incredibly soft and delicate body, even through the fabric, exuded an astonishing beauty that could be clearly felt.

The silly girl still carried a faint fragrance from the rain, nestled perfectly in his arms.

Lin Mo took a deep breath, his muscles tense as if they were cold stones from the effort of self-control.

His mind was frantically blaring the highest level of air raid sirens.

Does this woman even realize how terrifying her current destructive power is?!

I'm a normal man with full vigor and all my bodily functions at their peak!

Lin Mo roared in despair in his heart.

He originally just wanted to get eliminated naturally on this lousy show, go back to his rural hometown to laze around, lie in a rocking chair, drink tea, and raise fish.

No need for socializing, no need for cutthroat competition, just treat yourself to delicious food every day and enjoy a few days of blissful living.

The results of it?

Not only were they forced to become bricklayers, cooks, and wilderness survival experts, but now they are also facing an unprecedented test of both physical and psychological limits.

If his rationality were to relax even by a millimeter.

He couldn't help but lower his head and kiss those rosy lips that were still chattering away with silly questions.

No, Lin Mo, you need to stay calm!

In the eyes of the world, she is the daughter of the top conglomerate in Beijing, with a net worth of hundreds of billions.

And now you're just a beast of burden with five million in default penalties and bad debts, waiting to be slaughtered, and you have to carefully budget even for a plane ticket home!

If you really do something monstrous, not only will you betray their trust, but your father-in-law might actually come and bomb you to smithereens with an aircraft carrier tomorrow.

Although he is not afraid of capital, he is afraid of trouble!

He can't get rid of this mess until the five million debt is resolved.

Lin Mo clenched his teeth tightly, pressing his tongue against the roof of his mouth, trying to use the pain to regain a sliver of clarity.

He frantically summoned memories from his past life in his mind, which began to run at high speed.

"Namo Ratna Trayaya..."

The Great Compassion Mantra.

He has to recite the Great Compassion Mantra, and at double speed on a crazy loop!

Otherwise, he was truly afraid that on this deserted island at night, he would transform into a wolf and devour this pampered, unattainable beauty.

Wouldn't that be exactly what the production team and that unlucky rich kid Zhao Kuo wanted?

Lin Mo closed her eyes, trying to make her voice sound less out of control.

But when he opened his mouth, his voice was still terribly hoarse, as if it had been rolled on sandpaper, exuding a strong sense of hormones and restraint.

"I'm not afraid of thunder."

He paused, each word seeming to be squeezed out from between his teeth, filled with painful restraint.

"I'm afraid I don't have enough willpower."

The subtext of this statement is filled with a man's compromise with his own desires and his extreme cherishing of the person in his arms.

This is the ultimate release of pure love and sexual tension under the highest pressure.

Any adult who knows even a little about matters between men and women would probably be instantly disarmed upon hearing such a deep, husky voice.

however.

Jiang Ruoyun is clearly not on the "adult" channel.

As a pampered young lady who had been overly protected since childhood and was practically incapable of any life skills, she was completely oblivious to this dangerous code.

"what?"

She blinked blankly, her red lips slightly parted, uttering a clear yet foolish questioning syllable.

Not enough willpower? What willpower? Do you mean your arms are sore from holding her?

Looking at the girl's innocent and adorable eyes, Lin Mo almost snapped on the spot.

This is like casting pearls before swine!

Lin Mo completely gave up on reasoning with her; it was simply torturing his own nerves.

He stretched out his large, rough palm and placed it unceremoniously on the back of Jiang Ruoyun's head, with an unyielding domineering air.

He roughly pushed the head, which was still trying to peek out, back into his heart.

His chin pressed heavily against the top of her head, and his arms tightened suddenly, locking her tightly in his embrace without leaving a single gap.

"Go to sleep." Lin Mo's voice was muffled, with a hint of gritted teeth.

The sudden sense of oppression made Jiang Ruoyun feel somewhat uncomfortable.

She felt a slight soreness in her neck, and the position made it impossible for her to move at all.

Jiang Ruoyun snuggled restlessly against him, trying to find a more comfortable position.

Lin Mo gasped, grabbed her by the back of the neck with his large hand, and warned fiercely, "Don't move! If you move again, I'll forget all the Great Compassion Mantra in my head!"