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

Nine o'clock in the morning.

Sunlight streamed into the living room of the Heartbeat Cottage through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, and dust motes danced lazily in the beams of light.

However, the viewers in the live stream were completely bewildered.

Normally, by this time, the guests would have already gotten up, dressed up, and started their "refined life" for the day.

But today, the camera lens is completely empty; there isn't even a fly in it.

Where are they? Are they on strike?

Could it be that the golden phoenix from last night came to life and carried them all away?

[The person upstairs should read less fantasy novels. In my opinion, they were definitely exhausted last night.]

Just as the comments section was buzzing with discussion, a scream suddenly came from the second floor.

"Ouch... my foot..."

Immediately following was a splashing sound like a duck.

Zhao Kuo appeared at the top of the stairs.

His appearance today was a complete disaster.

His hair was a complete mess, like a bird's nest, and the haute couture suit he'd tried to wear last night was all wrinkled up like sauerkraut. The most outrageous thing was his feet.

Last night, in an attempt to escape the so-called "urban management officers" (which was actually a hallucination), he lost one of his leather shoes and ran barefoot for two kilometers on the asphalt road.

At this moment, the soles of his feet were covered with shiny blisters, and he had to grimace with every step he took, looking just like a hen that had just laid an egg.

[Hahahaha! What kind of unparalleled martial arts is Young Master Zhao practicing?]

Is this the price of being 250 yuan in debt last night? It's terrible, but why do I want to laugh?

[Yesterday I was laughing at Lin Mo for wearing flip-flops, today I'm shoeless myself. What goes around comes around!]

Zhao Kuo held onto the stair railing, needing to mentally prepare himself for each step.

He was filled with hatred.

Not only did I not make any money last night, I also owed the production team fifty yuan for taxi fare. Now even walking has become torture.

Just as he was halfway through moving, Jiang Ruoyun's door opened.

Our heiress isn't in much better shape right now either.

Although her makeup was still exquisite, the way she walked... well, it was like she was walking on stilts.

Last night, in order to help Lin Mo collect money, she stood for four hours straight wearing those eight-centimeter red-soled high heels.

My calves are cramping right now, and my muscles are as hard as rocks.

"morning……"

Jiang Ruoyun leaned against the wall, her voice weak. With each step she took, her brows furrowed, like a little mermaid who had just come ashore, walking on the edge of a knife.

"Ruoyun! Your legs hurt too?"

Zhao Kuo's eyes lit up, as if he saw a glimmer of hope for turning the tide.

He endured the excruciating pain in the soles of his feet and, in an extremely comical race-walking posture, quickly moved to the sofa and pulled out a black device with an extremely futuristic design from his bag.

"Don't be afraid! I have a magical artifact!"

Zhao Kuo held up the huge device with a smug look on his face. "This is a professional-grade fascia gun that a friend brought back from the US for me. It's the same one used by NBA stars! It's specially designed to relieve muscle soreness!"

"Just one shot, and I guarantee you'll be cured!"

Jiang Ruoyun looked hesitantly at the drill-like object: "This... is it okay? It looks a bit scary."

"Don't worry! I'm a professional! I use it all the time at the gym!"

In order to impress the goddess, Zhao Kuo turned the gear up to the highest setting.

"Buzz—!!!"

A high-frequency vibration that made your teeth ache resounded throughout the living room, and the water glasses on the coffee table started to dance.

"Come on, Ruoyun, stretch your legs out, just bear with it for a moment!"

Before Jiang Ruoyun could refuse, Zhao Kuo thrust the wildly vibrating drill into her slender, taut calf.

next second.

"ah!!!"

A piercing scream nearly shattered the microphone in the live stream.

Jiang Ruoyun was in so much pain that tears streamed down her face. She shrank back into the corner of the sofa like a frightened cat, hugging her legs and trembling.

"Zhao Kuo, are you crazy?! That hurts!"

That's not relaxation, that's torture!

The muscles, already congested and stiff, were subjected to such high-intensity, violent blows, which felt like having bones smashed with a hammer.

Zhao Kuo panicked: "No, that's not right! The coach said it's only effective if it hurts, this is the body releasing acid..."

"Stand in line my ass!"

Jiang Ruoyun was so angry that she grabbed a cushion and threw it at him. "Get away from me! Don't touch me!"

[Holy crap! Zhao Kuo, are you a terminal case of male chauvinism? Didn't you see the goddess was crying in pain?]

[That's not a massage gun, that's a power drill! It looks painful!]

[This is what they call elites? They can't even give a massage, all they do is blindly believe in equipment?]

The living room was in complete chaos.

Just then, the door to the side room of Building C on the first floor, which was called the "storage room," creaked open.

Lin Mo, dressed in loose cotton and linen pajamas, carrying a large stainless steel tea mug with peeling paint in his hand and a worn-out canvas bag on his back, slowly walked out.

Steam rose from the mouth of the teacup, and the sweet aroma of red dates and goji berries could be faintly smelled.

He glanced at Zhao Kuo, who was rolling on the floor in pain (his feet hurt), and then at Jiang Ruoyun, who was curled up on the sofa wiping away tears (her legs hurt).

Finally, their gaze fell on the fascia gun in Zhao Kuo's hand, which was still buzzing.

"Tsk."

Lin Mo shook his head, took a sip of goji berry tea, and let out a comfortable sigh.

"Demolition so early in the morning?"

Zhao Kuo was already seething with anger, and seeing Lin Mo's leisurely, arrogant demeanor only fueled his rage.

"Lin Mo, what do you know! This is science! This is high-tech physiotherapy! Ruoyun has muscle lactic acid buildup, and this kind of deep-impact treatment is necessary..."

"Deep impact?"

Lin Mo walked over and looked at him with the eyes of someone looking at an idiot. "Her muscles are in a spasm phase. You're using this thing to force her? Do you want her to be in a wheelchair tomorrow?"

"Incompetent doctors are harmful."

Lin Mo sighed, placed the teacup on the coffee table with a crisp "clang".

"Get out of the way."

He kicked Zhao Kuo's shin, "Get out of the way."

"You..." Zhao Kuo was about to explode.

But then Lin Mo slowly and deliberately took out a rolled-up cloth bag from the canvas bag he was carrying.

The cloth bag looks quite old, with frayed edges.

Lin Mo gently flicked his long, slender fingers.

Splash!

The cloth roll is unrolled.

Rows of silver needles of varying lengths, gleaming coldly, reflected a breathtaking light in the sunlight.

This is not finished.

Then, as if by magic, he pulled out several transparent glass jars and an alcohol swab.

"Since Western medicine's high technology isn't working..."

Lin Mo picked up the longest silver needle from the roll of cloth, gently twirling it between his fingertips, his gaze instantly becoming focused and profound.

"Then let me show you what real skill is."

Zhao Kuo stared at the rows of silver needles, thinner than a hair yet exuding a chilling aura, and was so frightened that he forgot the pain in the soles of his feet and instinctively shrank back.

"What...what do you want to do?"

Zhao Kuo's voice trembled as he pointed at the needle in Lin Mo's hand:

"Lin Mo, don't do anything reckless! This is a dating reality show! Not some scene of Rong Momo pricking people with needles! This is a murder weapon!!"

Jiang Ruoyun also stopped crying, and looked at Lin Mo with her big, teary eyes, feeling both scared and curious.

Lin Mo sneered, held the silver needle between two fingers, and gestured with it in the sunlight, his gaze lingering on Zhao Kuo's lower back.

"Weapon?"

"This is a life-saving skill passed down from our ancestors."

Lin Mo took a step forward, a half-smile playing on his lips, his voice low and deep:

"Especially for treating someone like you... a weak-willed young master with an unstable foundation and kidney deficiency."