The Frail Boss's Head Pat! Don't cry, it looks awful.

The first rays of sunlight in the morning, like a golden sword, pierced through the thick clouds that had accumulated over the island for two days and two nights.

With a faint glow of relief after the disaster, the light, following the dappled shadows of the trees, quietly spilled into this simple bamboo bed shelter built entirely with mortise and tenon joints.

Lin Mo slowly opened his heavy eyelids.

A lingering sense of drowsiness and dull pain remained deep within my brain after the high fever subsided, and my throat felt as dry as if I had swallowed a mouthful of coarse sand.

But his eyes, which usually held a hint of laziness and nonchalance, suddenly regained their clarity.

Because he sensed something was wrong.

The sensation of touch on the body is simply too absurd.

He felt as if he were being tightly and completely enveloped by an incredibly soft, even faintly fragrant, warm object.

Lin Mo stiffly lowered his head, his gaze slowly moving down along his collarbone.

The scene that came into view made this all-around patriot, who had lived through two lifetimes and was always unfazed even when Mount Tai collapsed before him, suddenly shrink his pupils.

Jiang Ruoyun, this young lady.

She used both hands and feet to tightly wrap herself around his body, her arms tightly embracing his strong waist.

And her long, beautiful leg straddled his calf without any hesitation, treating him like the only large-sized pillow on this deserted island.

The two were so close that it was unbelievable.

Lin Mo could even clearly feel her steady, warm breaths brushing against his chest, one after another.

His gaze paused slightly before landing on the ground not far away.

There was a makeshift water basin there, hastily made from half a bamboo.

Lin Mo's heart felt as if it had been struck hard and mercilessly by an invisible iron hammer.

An indescribable bittersweet feeling instantly surged through his chest like a raging storm.

He trembled violently and screamed silently in his heart.

"She...she actually just held me like that and slept in this drafty wilderness all night?"

"They must have taken off their coat to cool me down."

"This silly girl, this is a deserted island! Isn't she afraid I'll go crazy from the fever and wake up in the middle of the night to do something inappropriate to her?"

Lin Mo clenched his back teeth tightly, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down with difficulty.

Having lived two lives, he had witnessed the hypocrisy of the world of fame and fortune and seen through the pretense of worldly affairs.

To avoid that damned five million yuan dual contract, he even went so far as to disguise himself as a good-for-nothing who couldn't do anything right and just wanted to go back to his hometown to harvest wheat.

He thought that as long as he acted badly enough and was heartless enough, he could push away everyone who tried to get close to him.

Let's push this precious swan back to her own unreachable cloud.

But he never expected that this silly beauty, who would cut her hand even when peeling a shrimp, would let down all her armor and defenses when he was at his most disheveled and downcast.

Lin Mo felt her eyes getting hot.

Perhaps it was his racing heart caused by his emotional turmoil that woke the girl in his arms.

Jiang Ruoyun let out a muffled murmur, and like a cat that had just woken up, she rubbed against his chest with a look of dependence.

Then, as if suddenly remembering something, she sprang up from his arms like a zombie.

"Lin Mo!"

She gasped in surprise, not even noticing that one of her bra straps had slipped down due to the large movement.

Two delicate white hands hurriedly cupped Lin Mo's cheeks and pressed their cool foreheads directly against his.

The distance between them instantly closed, their noses touched, and they could even see the fine downy hairs on each other's faces.

Feeling the temperature on Lin Mo's forehead finally return to normal.

Jiang Ruoyun's nerves, which had been taut all night, finally snapped at this moment.

She stared blankly into Lin Mo's clear and deep eyes.

The next second, tears welled up in her eyes without warning.

Crystalline tears fell like a burst dam, large drops landing on Lin Mo's collarbone, scalding him and making him shudder.

"You're finally awake..."

Jiang Ruoyun cried without any regard for her image, her voice filled with endless grievances and lingering fear, her slender shoulders convulsing violently.

She cried incoherently while randomly pounding Lin Mo's shoulder with her harmless little fists.

Lin Mo looked at her quietly.

Looking at her eyes, which were so red and swollen from staying up late and crying, I could see that they were completely unrecognizable.

This girl, who is usually so concerned about her aloof, noble, and world-weary face in front of the camera.

Now, however, he cries like a silly child who has gotten lost in the market.

Lin Mo sighed.

Although his high fever had just subsided, he still felt a deep sense of weakness and powerlessness.

But that sharp tongue, which never suffers a loss, remains as consistently vicious as ever.

He slowly extended his large hand, with its distinct knuckles and slightly rough, calloused fingertips.

His movements were slightly clumsy, but he affectionately wiped away the tears that just wouldn't stop flowing from her eyes.

"Why are you crying?"

Lin Mo's voice was still a bit hoarse from illness, but his tone was full of self-righteous disdain.

"He's just stupid; all he does is eat all day."

"Now look what happened, your eyes are swollen like a sad frog just pulled out of a pond."

He paused deliberately, his eyes filled with a tenderness he himself didn't realize.

"You're so ugly! If you cry again, I'll throw you out of the shelter and feed you to the wild boars."

At this very moment, the drones over the island have already automatically started their morning live stream.

The tens of millions of netizens who were originally waiting in the live broadcast room to angrily denounce the "five million yuan breach of contract fee" incident last night were stunned by this unexpected and hardcore comfort as soon as they entered the live broadcast room.

After a brief pause, the barrage of comments erupted like a volcanic eruption.

[Holy crap! A sad frog, hahaha, what the hell is a sad frog?!]

[Lin Shen, do you even have a heart?! The young lady took care of you all night, and the first thing you said when you woke up was that she was ugly?!]

[This guy's chauvinistic thinking is hopeless! The tears I was just about to shed were all swallowed back by one sentence he said!]

[You don't know anything! This is called top-notch contrast! Look at how lightly Lin Shen wipes his tears—it's like he's faking an accident!]

Exactly! They complained like crazy, but their eyes were practically begging for more!

[This is Lin Shen's gentleness! He didn't want the young lady to be immersed in lingering fear, so he deliberately used this joking way to divert her attention!]

[Waaaaah, who understands this kind of sharp-tongued yet soft-hearted, yandere, and scheming male lead?! My girlish heart is about to explode!]

[Starry Entertainment, come out and take your punishment! You actually forced such a good man to harvest wheat for five million!]

Netizens saw through it but didn't say anything, and were thoroughly enjoying the show in front of their screens.

Inside the shelter.

Jiang Ruoyun, who was immersed in grief, heard the words "sad frog" and "ugly".

The tragic script in my mind was instantly torn to shreds.

She was so angry that she forgot to cry. Staring at the weak but still annoying man in front of her with her swollen, red eyes, she couldn't believe her eyes.

"Lin Mo! You son of a bitch!"

Jiang Ruoyun gritted her teeth in anger, suddenly raised her hand, and made as if to punch him hard in the chest.

"I took care of you all night, and you dare call me ugly!"

However, her palm had only just landed.

Lin Mo intercepted it in mid-air with seemingly casual yet incredibly precise movements.

His palms were still much hotter than normal because his fever had just subsided.

The scalding heat traveled along Jiang Ruoyun's slender wrist and instantly spread throughout her body.

Jiang Ruoyun was stunned.

She instinctively tried to break free, but found that although the man's strength was not great, it exuded an irresistible certainty.

Lin Mo did not let go.

His deep, dark eyes were fixed on her slightly flustered gaze.

In that instant, he abandoned all laziness, all jokes, all pretense, and nonchalance.

His entire aura transformed from that carefree, laid-back young man back into that profound, naturally proud, max-level master.

The surrounding air seemed to thicken and stretch as he deliberately lowered his voice.

"Jiang Ruoyun".

He called her by her full name, his voice deep and magnetic, carrying an echo that struck straight to the soul.

"Thanks."

Those two simple words seemed to have exhausted all his strength, carrying immense weight.

He gazed intently at her, his rough thumb gently stroking the delicate skin on the inside of her wrist, and whispered, word by word:

"I'll remember this debt."

For a reclusive master who is proficient in national-level skills and intangible cultural heritage techniques.

This is not just a thank you, but a promise that could drive the entire Beijing entertainment circle crazy.

Jiang Ruoyun's heartbeat, at this moment, shamefully missed a full half-beat.

She felt as if fire was burning at the base of her ears, spreading all the way down her slender neck.

I felt as if I were soaking in a jar of freshly brewed honey, feeling dizzy and disoriented, unable to tell which way was which.

The ambiguous atmosphere within this cramped bamboo bed shelter was stretched to an unbearable peak.

Lin Mo's Adam's apple bobbed slowly, as if he was about to say something even more embarrassing and heart-pounding.

Just at this breathtaking moment of extreme tension.

Suddenly, a deafening roar of an engine ripped through the air from the once calm sea in the distance.

"Buzz—putt-putt-putt-putt!"

The deafening roar of the engine brutally shattered the tranquility of the island's early morning, instantly shattering the almost tangible, ambiguous bubble within the shelter.

A medium-sized rescue boat bearing a huge banner from the "Heart Signal" program.

It was crushing the golden sunrise, riding the wind and waves, and speeding towards the deserted island's beach.

The weather has cleared up.

The production team's damn broken-down ship is finally repaired!