Dual-wielding! 100x proficiency, I'll grind my way to godhood!

Chen Mo opened the hotel room door; the lights were on inside.

Lu Xingyao leaned against the headboard, wearing a black lace nightgown with thin straps and a low neckline.

Her legs were wrapped in ultra-thin stockings, which shimmered faintly under the light.

So delicate it almost blends into the skin, with only a faint fleshy hue showing through at the knees and calves, hazy yet alluring.

Her legs were slightly bent, one leg gently resting on the other, the fleshy stockings tightly wrapping around her shapely calves.

The lines are smooth and firm, from thighs to ankles, every inch exudes just the right amount of fullness and slenderness.

Her toes were slightly upturned, and the fleshy toes were gently taut at the arch of her foot, outlining the beautiful curve of her instep. Her pale pink toenails shimmered under the light, creating a striking contrast with her fair skin.

She languidly shifted her legs, causing her skirt to ride up slightly, revealing a section of her thigh. The stockings gleamed delicately under the light, appearing almost fragile yet alluringly tempting to touch.

She looked up at him, a smile playing on her lips: "You're back?"

Chen Mo stood at the door, his gaze moving from her face to her legs, then to her feet, pausing for five seconds.

Lu Xingyao noticed this, deliberately straightened her legs, curled her toes, and deepened her smile.

"What are you looking at?"

Her voice was soft, and she asked the question knowing the answer already.

Chen Mo walked over, glanced down at her, and pinched her toe: "Look at you."

She laughed and pulled her foot back: "I'm going to take a shower first, I'm all sweaty."

Chen Mo walked into the bathroom, where the sound of running water filled the air.

Lu Xingyao leaned against the headboard, listening to the sound of water, looked down at her feet, and then at her legs.

She saw the look in his eyes just now.

This man usually seems indifferent to everything and lazy about everything, but it turns out there are things he cares about.

She smiled, straightened her legs again, and struck her most beautiful pose.

Three minutes later, Chen Mo came out of the bathroom, his hair still wet, water droplets sliding down his neck.

He was only wearing a bath towel, leaving his upper body exposed.

He walked over while drying his hair, his gaze fixed on her legs.

"Is it pretty?"

Lu Xingyao smiled.

Chen Mo didn't say anything, but sat on the edge of the bed, placing his hand on her ankle.

The thumb slid across the instep, slowly brushing against the surface of the stocking.

Her toes twitched slightly, then slowly relaxed.

"itch."

She said in a low voice.

Chen Mo didn't let go, and glanced down.

Her toes were rounded, her nails were neatly trimmed, and the light pink nail polish shone under the light.

He pressed his thumb on the sole of his foot, then slowly moved it upwards.

Lu Xingyao involuntarily shrank back, her face flushed, and buried her face in Chen Mo's chest.

Chen Mo put his phone on silent and tossed it on the bedside table.

"Not answering the phone?"

"I won't answer."

She snuggled up to him contentedly, draping her legs over him, the feel of her stockings against his calves, smooth and slippery.

The two began to enjoy their time alone...

The night in Bangkok was still long outside the window, and the neon lights seeped in through the gaps in the curtains, casting colorful lines on the wall.

A thrilling and exhilarating battle has come to an end.

Lu Xingyao's breathing gradually became even, her fingers still resting on his chest, not letting go.

He reached for his phone on the bedside table, and the screen lit up briefly.

Lin Yue had more than forty missed calls and ninety-nine WeChat messages.

He didn't open it, turned his phone face down on the table, closed his eyes, and went to sleep.

Meanwhile, the lights were still on in Lin Yue's hotel room.

He sat cross-legged on the bed, his phone hanging from the charging cable, the screen scalding hot, his back covered in sweat.

The numbers in the Douyin backend were still jumping; he stared at them for over two hours without blinking much.

Views: 42 million.

He took a breath, refreshed the page, and saw forty-five million.

The new messages in the comments section keep freezing when I click on them, and my phone gets so hot it feels like it's going to explode.

"Sisters, I'm back again, this is my fiftieth time checking in."

"The more you watch, the more addictive it becomes; the more you watch, the better it looks!"

"Don't look at my husband!"

"Have you noticed that he squints his left eye when he smokes? I zoomed in on the screenshot, and his left eye squinted for 0.3 seconds longer than his right eye."

"You're counting even 0.3 seconds? Are you even human?"

"I am a microscope."

"I watched the way he got out of the car over and over again; his legs are 1.2 meters long."

"Can you guys calm down?"

"cannot."

Lin Yue put down his phone and went to wash his face.

Cold water was splashed on my face, and my reflection in the mirror showed bloodshot eyes and a wide grin, making me look like a fool.

He had been making videos for his own media for two or three years, and he had never experienced anything like this before.

In the past, gaining a thousand or ten thousand followers required relentlessly chasing trending topics until you were breathless.

What now?

A video lasting only a few seconds grew his followers from 530,000 to 910,000 in less than a day.

He dried his face and went back to bed.

My phone vibrated again; my TikTok inbox was flooded with private messages.

"Hey blogger, who is that guy? What's his name? Where is he from?"

"I'm willing to pay, please provide your contact information."

"I work for a modeling agency. Could you help me get in touch? We're interested in collaborating."

"Hello, I'm a talent scout from XX Entertainment. This person has the potential to debut. Would it be convenient to leave my contact information?"

"Hey handsome, does your friend have a girlfriend? If not, do you think I'm a good match for him? If he does, do you think I'm a good match for him as a mistress?"

"My sister is 28 years old this year. She owns two houses and a car. She doesn't mind dating a younger man."

Lin Yue scrolled down the list one by one until his fingers ached.

He smiled, closed the private messaging interface, and opened his edited video.

The video taken on the plane shows Chen Mo exposing the two fake executives and humiliating the short-haired woman; the entire process was recorded by him.

If this were posted, it would be even more sensational than the smoking post.

He stared at the materials on the screen, his finger hovering over the "Publish" button.

Three seconds. Five seconds. Ten seconds.

He put his phone down.

I can't post it. Brother Mo isn't interested in this kind of thing, and posting it might upset him.

If you stick close to Mo Ge, this tycoon, you're guaranteed to live a life of luxury from now on.

He closed his eyes, his mind filled with plans for tomorrow.

What time should I go to see Chen Mo? How should I start the conversation? How should I bring up the video?

I thought about it over and over again, and the more I thought about it, the more awake I became, and the more awake I became, the less I could fall asleep.

He opened his eyes, picked up his phone, and glanced at it.

3:12 AM.

I glanced at the view count again.

Fifty-five million.

The Douyin backend is overwhelmed again; a new comment has been pushed to the top with 20,000 likes.

"Blogger, I don't care what method you use, I need this person's contact information. I'm 32 years old, single, earn a million a year, and not bad-looking. If you don't give it to me, I'll come to your comment section every day."

Someone replied below.

"Sister, even if you earn a million a year, it's useless. He doesn't even look at flight attendants."

"What's a flight attendant? I'm richer than her."

"He seems to be quite wealthy..."

How did you know?

"Didn't you see his watch? An Omega Seamaster, 86,000 yuan. Someone who wears a watch like that wouldn't need your little bit of money, would they?"

"Rich lady, look at me! I can do it too!"

"Pah! Just a regular guy!"

"Your husbands are all asleep, aren't you going to sleep?"

"The sheets are soaked from the rain, and I can't sleep..."

The comments section is arguing again.

Lin Yue glanced at it a few times, chuckled, and stuffed the phone back under his pillow.

He lay on his back, staring at the ceiling.

His mind was a jumble of thoughts, one moment showing Chen Mo lighting a cigarette, the next showing the numbers flashing in the Douyin backend, and then the messages in his private messages frantically asking for his contact information.

My phone vibrated again.

He reached out and touched it, without looking at the screen, and immediately muted it.

The world is quiet.