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

That feeling was strange.

Unlike Zhao Kuo's reckless and violent charges.

Lin Mo's thumb was firmly pressed on the "Chengshan" acupoint in the center of her calf.

There was no tremor whatsoever, nor any unnecessary movement.

The force, transmitted through the fingertips, seemed to be guided, precisely passing through the skin and fat, reaching deep into the taut red muscle fiber that was about to break.

"Well……"

Jiang Ruoyun couldn't help but let out a muffled groan.

It doesn't hurt.

It was an acid I had never experienced before.

The sour taste was like a lime bursting in her mouth, instantly spreading throughout her body along her nerve endings, causing her toes, which were already tense, to clench even tighter.

"You can't even handle this?"

Lin Mo didn't look up, his tone as calm as if he were repairing a piece of wood.

"That was just a warm-up; now I'm getting serious."

The voice just fell.

He suddenly exerted force on his wrist.

It's not just simple pressing, but a rhythmic kneading and plucking motion.

Thumb along the muscle lines, once, twice.

The feeling was like lubricating oil being dripped into a rusty gear that had been worn for many years, or like a shovel forcibly clearing a blocked river.

"what……"

Jiang Ruoyun tilted her head back, her slender swan neck forming a graceful arc.

In that instant, her rational defenses completely collapsed.

The excruciating pain inflicted by Zhao Kuo earlier miraculously subsided at this moment.

Instead, it has a tingling, numbing sensation that makes your scalp tingle.

"Gently... gently..."

Jiang Ruoyun's voice trembled, carrying a hint of uncontrollable allure, "It's too sour... Lin Mo, be gentle..."

"It won't be any less."

Lin Mo held her ankle firmly with one hand while continuing to push upwards with the other. "This is called 'massage.' If we don't clear this blockage of blood and qi, you'll still be limping tomorrow."

As he spoke, he slid his palm down from his calf to the "Weizhong" acupoint behind his knee.

This is the key point for detoxification, and also the most sensitive area.

Lin Mo slightly bent his middle finger and gently flicked and pressed the soft flesh.

"Hmm~"

This time, Jiang Ruoyun really couldn't hold back.

"Mmm~ Mmm~......."

A soft, seductive moan, like a kitten's paw, scratched at everyone's heart.

The live stream chat exploded instantly.

Holy crap!!!

[Put on your headphones! Everyone put on your headphones!]

[Is this audio something I can listen to without paying? Director! Why isn't this banned?]

[Jiang Ruoyun's voice...it's too unfair! My bones are melting!]

Is this what they call "painful yet pleasurable"? Looking at Jiang Ruoyun's expression, she doesn't seem to be receiving treatment at all; she's clearly... cough cough!

Zhao Kuo stood to the side, completely dumbfounded.

He was still holding the fascia gun that Lin Mo had turned off, like a forgotten backdrop to the world.

Looking at Jiang Ruoyun's reddened eyes and her expression that was both painful and pleasurable.

Zhao Kuo's mentality collapsed.

Why should I?!

I just gave her an imported massager that cost several thousand yuan, and she yelled at me to get lost.

Lin Mo just randomly pressed down with his hands a couple of times, and she screamed so...so seductively?!

This unscientific!

"Bear with it, don't scream."

Lin Mo frowned, freed one hand, and gently patted Jiang Ruoyun's calf. "This is an all-ages live stream, so it's easy for the live stream to be banned."

Jiang Ruoyun's face turned as red as a boiled shrimp.

She didn't want to shout either!

But the sour and tangy sensation was so intense that it was completely uncontrollable.

"But...it's so sour..."

Jiang Ruoyun bit her lip, looking at Lin Mo with teary eyes, "Could you... could you please stop pressing that spot?"

"no."

Lin Mo refused decisively, "Just one last push, and you'll be all done."

After he finished speaking, he took a deep breath.

Both hands were extended simultaneously.

He pressed down on Chengshan with one hand and held Weizhong with the other.

Then, exert force with both hands simultaneously, using an extremely tricky technique, and suddenly stroke downwards along the meridians of the calf!

The movements were as fast as lightning, yet as supple as if boneless.

It was as if an invisible current of air was being forced out of his body along his fingertips.

"ah--!!!"

Jiang Ruoyun looked up again and let out a long gasp.

But there was no longer any pain in that voice.

There is only a kind of exhilarating feeling of long-suppressed emotions finally being released.

It felt like finally being able to defecate after three days of constipation, or like taking a warm bath after running a marathon.

In that instant, she felt her entire leg become lighter.

The original feeling of heaviness, like being filled with lead, and the tightness, like being constricted by steel wire, all disappeared without a trace.

"alright."

Lin Mo loosened his grip and shook his wrist.

He took a tissue from the tissue box next to him and slowly wiped the sweat from his hands (actually, he wasn't sweating much).

"Try walking around on the ground."

Jiang Ruoyun was still in a daze.

She slumped on the sofa, her chest heaving violently, her eyes still somewhat glazed.

The lingering tingling sensation made her look soft and limp, like a pool of melting spring water.

A few strands of hair clung to her sweaty forehead, making her look particularly alluring.

[Lin Mo's hand speed... confirms he's been single for twenty years!]

This isn't a massage, it's like playing the piano! The rhythm is incredible!

[To be honest, I've seen many traditional Chinese medicine massage therapists, and Lin Mo's technique is absolutely professional! The pressure he applied to those points was amazing!]

[The key is Jiang Ruoyun's reaction... I'm going to record it and use it as an alarm clock!]

[Hey you upstairs, you pervert! Send me a copy!]

It took Jiang Ruoyun several seconds to slowly come to her senses.

She tried moving her right leg.

Huh?

Is it really not painful anymore?

Just a moment ago, I was having a terrible cramp, but now I don't feel it at all. It's even more relaxed and flexible than my left leg!

Jiang Ruoyun sat up from the sofa in disbelief.

She carefully placed her foot on the ground and tentatively stepped on it.

Nothing.

I took two more steps.

Everything's fine!

It can even bounce a couple of times!

"Oh my god!"

Jiang Ruoyun covered her mouth in surprise, turned to look at Lin Mo, her eyes filled with admiration, "Lin Mo! You're amazing! You're really cured!"

"My legs feel like they don't belong to me anymore, they feel so light!"

Lin Mo was taking a sip of water from the large tea mug when he heard this and rolled his eyes.

"If it's not yours, whose is it? Are you going to unload it and sell it as pork?"

"You have no sense of romance!"

Jiang Ruoyun glared at him reproachfully, but she couldn't suppress the sweetness in her heart.

She ran to Lin Mo's side, not caring whether he disliked it or not, and hugged his arm, shaking it:

"How did you do that? That massage gun didn't work, you just pressed a couple of times and it was fine?"

"Just press it a couple of times?"

Lin Mo snorted. "That's a modified version of the lost 'Dislocating Tendons and Bones Hand' technique, which is used to treat sprains and muscle strain. You can't even get an appointment with it in the queues outside."

"boast."

Although Jiang Ruoyun said that, her eyes were so tender when she looked at Lin Mo that they could melt your heart.

This man...

She can cook, climb trees, paint sugar pictures, and now she even knows traditional Chinese massage?

How many more surprises is he hiding?

and……

Jiang Ruoyun secretly glanced at Lin Mo's slender fingers.

The electric shock-like sensation she felt earlier still made her heart race.

If... if it were somewhere else...

Oh dear, Jiang Ruoyun, what are you thinking about!

The young lady's face instantly turned bright red, and she quickly lowered her head, pretending to straighten her skirt to hide her wild thoughts.

At this moment, Zhao Kuo, who had been ignored all along, finally couldn't hold back any longer.

Looking at Jiang Ruoyun's adorable, dependent demeanor, and then at Lin Mo's nonchalant, pretentious expression, he felt a surge of jealousy.

"snort."

Zhao Kuo sneered and exhaled a sour breath from his nostrils.

He shoved the expensive massage gun into his bag and said in a sarcastic tone:

"Playing tricks."

"What kind of 'dislocating tendons and bones' technique? I think it's just psychological."

Zhao Kuo crossed his arms, looking disdainful. "Ruoyun was just about to finish her cramps, and you just happened to catch her. It's like a blind cat catching a dead mouse."