The dating reality show host just wanted to give up, but the rich girl fell for him.

The snow-white, slender swan neck arched upwards in an exceptionally graceful, yet delicate, curve.

Those slightly pouting, rosy lips exuded a fatal allure, clearly issuing a silent and direct invitation.

No mentally sound man could remain rational in the face of such a stunning visual feast and immersive atmosphere.

At the same time, the backend servers of several major live streaming platforms across the internet simultaneously issued a stern red overload alarm.

Countless programmers who were working overtime like crazy almost smashed their coffee cups on their keyboards.

They stared in horror at the data line in the background that was surging vertically at a 90-degree angle, and desperately began to expand the capacity.

The entire screen of the live stream room had long been completely covered by dense, overlapping barrages of comments.

Not even the slightest crack in the image could be seen.

[Aaaaaaah! Eyes closed! The young lady closed her eyes and asked for a kiss!]

【Kiss him! Lin Mo, if you're a man, kiss him right now!】

[My girlish heart is about to explode! Where is the head-pressing squad? Get on the bus now, weld the doors shut, nobody's allowed to get off!]

[What kind of phenomenal idol drama scene is this?! If they don't kiss after this, Lin Mo, you might as well just become a monk!]

[I'm so anxious! I even forgot to breathe! Please, just hurry up and kiss! I want to see that deep, French kiss!]

However, Lin Mo, who is at the very center of this storm, is experiencing an ordeal that is unimaginable to ordinary people.

His usually calm and indifferent deep black eyes were now churning with turbulent waves.

The man's breathing became unusually heavy without him even realizing it.

A scorching stream of air sprayed out of his nostrils.

He could even clearly feel his heart pounding wildly in his chest, as if it were about to burst out of his ribs.

The scent emanating from Jiang Ruoyun, a blend of sweet fruity fragrance and slightly salty sea breeze, was like the most potent sleeping potion.

It was seeping into his brain bit by bit, frantically dismantling his proud defenses of reason.

Lin Mo is not a saint, nor is he a heartless stone.

He was facing a stunningly beautiful girl who had eyes only for him and was even willing to abandon all her reserve for him.

His instincts screamed wildly again and again.

Kiss him.

All he had to do was lower his head and kiss those soft lips, and this billionaire heiress would belong to him completely.

but……

Just as Lin Mo's body was about to lean forward uncontrollably.

A cold, hard reality shackled him tightly, strangling his throat.

He suddenly remembered his current situation.

What is his identity?

A poor boy living in a run-down noodle shop in a small town in Jiangnan, with not a few coins in his pocket.

A lowly worker who was cheated by a lousy company like Xingyao Entertainment and forced to sign a humiliating confidentiality agreement.

The contract clearly states in black and white that if he dares to withdraw from the competition at this critical juncture, or if he neglects his duties and causes an accident during the program, he will be held liable.

That glaringly high penalty of five million could instantly drive his parents to despair.

Although as long as he honestly finishes the show, he won't have to pay this money.

Even after finishing the show and escaping the threat of breach of contract penalties, he was still a penniless nobody.

Lin Mo's hands, resting on the rusty iron railing, clenched tightly uncontrollably.

Due to excessive force, the veins on the back of his long, slender hands bulged out.

The knuckles were tinged with an extremely oppressive bluish-white.

The sharp rust stung his palm, but it was nothing compared to the intense tearing pain he felt inside.

What can I use to kiss her?

Lin Mo let out a bitter laugh filled with self-mockery and helplessness.

Who is she?

Heiress of a wealthy family!

And what about him?

He can't even give her the most basic, stable home that can provide shelter from the wind and rain.

They even had to be constantly on guard against Xingyao Entertainment and that ex-girlfriend stabbing them in the back and smearing them.

That huge gap between their social standing and their family background was like an invisible mountain, pressing down on Lin Mo's back.

If you kiss him now, it will certainly bring you temporary pleasure and satisfy all of a man's vanity and desires.

But what about tomorrow?

After the variety show ends, are we going to make this proud princess go back to that leaky little noodle shop in Jiangnan with him and suffer?

Should we make her endure the ridicule of the snobs in Beijing's elite circles and the criticism from keyboard warriors across the internet just for our sake?

Absolutely not.

Although Lin Mo usually talks about giving up and acts like a lazy bum who doesn't care about anything, he still does.

But deep down he possessed the pride of a top-tier national hero, and even more so, the absolute bottom line of a man.

He likes her.

Because he loved her to the core, he couldn't bear to soil her pure white feathers with his still-unwashed muddy clothes.

In this fierce battle between reason and instinct.

The restraint and sense of responsibility that belong to adults ultimately triumphed over the boiling hormones in a tragic way, almost to the point of self-torture.

Lin Mo took a deep breath of the cool sea breeze and exhaled all the stale air from his lungs.

His dark eyes, which had been filled with lust and struggle, gradually regained their former clarity.

It even carries an undeniable firmness and depth.

Subsequently, under the watchful eyes of tens of millions of people.

Lin Mo finally moved.

He slightly lowered his tall and upright body, exuding an irresistible masculine aura.

He slowly approached the girl who was full of anticipation.

Their breaths mingled and intertwined without any obstruction in the narrow space.

Jiang Ruoyun's heart was pounding so hard it was almost overloaded.

She even tiptoed slightly, waiting for the hot kiss that was about to fall.

however.

The expected warm, moist touch of lips touching did not come.

Instead.

It was Lin Mo's warm yet dry thin lips, carrying a tenderness and restraint that made one's heart tremble.

It landed very gently on her smooth, full forehead.

The kiss was as light as a feather brushing against the surface of water.

There was no lustful plundering, no greasy flirting.

All that remains is endless pity and a silent, unwavering protection.

Time stood still at that moment.

The glow of the century-old lighthouse framed the silhouettes of the two people, creating a stunningly beautiful picture.

Several seconds passed.

Lin Mo slowly straightened up and left that skin he so longed for.

Jiang Ruoyun opened her eyes somewhat blankly.

A clear look of surprise and disappointment flashed in those beautiful peach blossom eyes.

She assumed that, given the atmosphere was so perfect, he would naturally kiss her no matter what.

But when she looked up...

When she unexpectedly met Lin Mo's unfathomable black eyes.

The girl was stunned for a moment.

Those eyes, which were always so lazy and nonchalant, now held so much more.

There is intense love that is desperately suppressed, and bitterness that is helplessly endured.

There is another kind of person who would rather wrong himself than easily offend her in the slightest—a sentiment of extreme cherishing.

Jiang Ruoyun was incredibly clever.

As an heir raised by a wealthy family, she understood the man's unspoken inferiority complex and concerns almost instantly.

He felt that the two families were not a good match.

He felt he couldn't provide the stable future that a billionaire's daughter deserved.

It's not that he doesn't like her, nor is he playing hard to get.

He was clumsily maintaining her due dignity and decency in this seemingly retreating way.

An indescribable surge of emotion instantly overwhelmed Jiang Ruoyun's heart like a flood bursting its banks.

Her nose suddenly stung, and her eyes welled up with tears again.

Not only did he not feel embarrassed about being "rejected".

On the contrary, she found the man in front of her, who, despite being poor, had a deep-seated sense of responsibility, to be incredibly charming.

Meanwhile, the live stream room, which was originally prepared to launch into a tirade of complaints because they didn't see the "French kiss," was now filled with negative comments.

After a brief period of silence, a barrage of comments ten times more frenzied than before erupted.

[My God... I actually cried! What an amazing and beautiful love story!]

[No French kiss! No passionate lovemaking! But why is this gentle forehead kiss even more thrilling than those scenes where they go straight to bed?!]

[Details! Look at Lin Mo's hand gripping the railing just now! The veins were bulging! He was clearly holding back terribly, but he still chose to restrain himself!]

[Waaaaah, restraint is the ultimate form of love! Because he feels he has nothing right now and can't provide the young lady with a stable home!]

This is the true goddess of pure love! She utterly annihilates those lustful, irresponsible, and greasy men who only think with their lower bodies!

[Lin Shen's character is truly amazing! In this fast-paced era, there's still someone willing to risk everything to protect the girl he loves!]

[Jiang Ruoyun, look at the way he looks at me! He's so in love! He really is! You two are locked up together, I'll swallow the key!]

On the observation deck suspended in mid-air, the sea breeze was still blowing freely.

Lin Mo looked at the girl in front of him with slightly red eyes, and a helpless yet doting smile appeared on his lips.

He stretched out his large hand, which had been gripping the railing tightly just moments before, its knuckles turning white.

With a natural and affectionate gesture, he vigorously ruffled Jiang Ruoyun's hair, which was slightly disheveled by the wind.

"What are you standing there for? It's so windy, aren't you afraid of catching a cold?"

Lin Mo's voice was somewhat hoarse due to extreme endurance, yet it possessed a deep and magnetic quality that was incredibly reassuring.

He withdrew his hand and casually pulled up the zipper of her windbreaker to block the cold wind from getting into her collar.

"Let's go, it's time to go back."

Lin Mo turned around, his gaze sweeping across the distant horizon where the sea had completely merged into the night, and casually uttered a sentence.

Tomorrow is the final night for confessions.

Jiang Ruoyun nodded obediently, without any willfulness or complaint.

She followed behind him like a docile little wife.

The two walked side by side down the narrow, spiraling iron staircase, descending the century-old lighthouse that had witnessed the sublimation of their relationship.

The island was quiet and still at night.

The production crew's drone followed them from a distance in mid-air, recording the beautiful silhouettes of the two returning to the Heartbeat House.

However, everyone was so engrossed in this intense and agonizing love struggle that they couldn't extricate themselves.

Even Jiang Ruoyun, who was walking ahead, was only focused on savoring the lingering warmth on her forehead.

Nobody noticed.

The moment I turned and stepped down the steps of the lighthouse.

A chilling and resolute look, unlike anything seen before, flashed across Lin Mo's usually lazy and carefree eyes.

That kiss on the forehead not only comforted Jiang Ruoyun.

This completely ignited the fighting spirit and protective instincts that had been dormant deep within Lin Mo's heart.

He refused to allow himself to continue to be labeled as a "poor boy".

He would not allow that disgusting, exploitative contract to become a Damocles' sword hanging over his head, ready to explode at any moment.

Having lived two lives, Lin Mo possesses countless unparalleled skills that have reached the pinnacle of mastery.

Making money and climbing the social ladder are simply a matter of turning one's hand to make clouds or rain.

Lin Mo gave a cold, smirking smile in the night wind, his eyes flashing with a chillingly dangerous glint.

Since Xingyao Entertainment is using that five million yuan penalty clause to disgust people.

Then this old monster, who had been reborn at max level, personally took action and completely tore off this layer of hypocrisy!

He had already made a crazy decision in his mind.