The Uncrowned King of the Peninsula

Chapter 212: Touching, Not Kissing (Two in One)

It was a dark night, and Liu Zhimin's pure white sailor suit had a few buttons open, hanging limply.

The moon emits a clear light, sprinkling it on the snowy, white and tender skin.

Behind her was the pitch-black Cheonggyecheon Stream, with the subtle sound of water lapping against the shore. Her delicate body, leaning weakly against the railing, looked like a snow-white moon.

Like the moon indeed.

Pei Yongjun caressed her, his fingers and palms moving slightly, her delicate skin was soft, smooth and warm, rubbing against his slightly rough palms.

Warm breath came out from her small mouth and nose, gently hitting the back of his hand.

Like ointment and fat, like orchid and musk.

Pei Yongjun suddenly remembered her shy and angry expression.

【Touch! It's so beautiful! 】

Beautiful indeed.

Liu Zhimin's big eyes were closed weakly, her fair cheeks were flushed like a drunk, her delicate eyebrows were tightly furrowed, and her white teeth were tightly biting her lower lip.

She pushed Pei Yongjun's arm with both hands, but she had no strength at all, and just kept humming.

Liu Zhimin, who is usually smart and strong, looks like an invitation rather than resistance when he looks like this.

Pei Yongjun looked down.

The broad palm was swallowing the round moon like a heavenly dog.

Then there is the dark Cheonggyecheon Stream in the peripheral vision. The near and far, the front and the back, intertwine and blend in the darkness, making the skin look even more astonishingly white, making people want to feast on it.

He couldn't help but jump, and just happened to touch her round thigh.

"Oh! Enough!" Liu Zhimin suddenly shuddered all over, and suddenly came to his senses. He mustered up his strength, slapped Pei Yongjun's hand away, turned around, and pulled up his collar.

The moon disappeared.

"Is it over?" Pei Yongjun put down his hand reluctantly, the touch of warm skin still lingering on his fingertips.

"So what did you think?" Liu Zhimin buttoned up her clothes, her cheeks flushed as she gave him a look, a charming expression on her still slightly childish face. "Who told you not to let go?"

"Shameless!" Her voice was soft and sticky, full of shyness and anger.

"It's a rare opportunity." Pei Yongjun felt that his reasons were sufficient.

"Tsk~" Liu Zhimin snorted, "That's right, this opportunity is only given to you out of pity."

"Poor? Why am I pitiful?" Pei Yongjun asked.

"You provoked Kim Dong-gun like that today. He and Park Min-soo will definitely double down on you. You might not even be able to be a reporter in a few days."

Liu Zhimin's delicate eyebrows wrinkled slightly. She glanced at Pei Yongjun twice, and the blush on her cheeks faded. She thought of his current situation again, and her voice couldn't help but become a little low. "I hope you still have money, so you don't end up living on the streets."

"If you end up on the streets, I'll wait for you at the entrance of SM. I hope my Jimin will be kind to you then." Bae Yongjun smiled and smoothed her messy hair.

"What are you waiting for me to do? I'm ignoring you." Liu Zhimin pouted, shook her head, and pushed his hand away.

Looking at Pei Yongjun in front of her, she seemed a little reluctant, "Anyway, you better hurry up and find a solution. I don't know how to help you."

"No, you can help me." Pei Yongjun shook his head.

"Me? What?" Liu Zhimin was stunned.

"Ji Min, tell me, when will Kim Dong Gun and the others meet with the injured person? The Dong-A News Awards ceremony will be next week, and they will definitely meet to discuss before that," Bae Yong Joon said.

"How would I know?" Liu Zhimin denied subconsciously.

"I think Director Liu's intelligence network must have paid attention to Park Min-soo, otherwise you wouldn't have known that Lin Nayeon was in danger last time." Bae Yong-jun explained.

"Is this why you made a bet with me?" Liu Zhimin looked at Pei Yongjun deeply, pouted, and looked a little dissatisfied.

"No, I just want to help you." Pei Yongjun shook his head.

"Help me, what's wrong with me?" Liu Zhimin was a little confused.

"Although I don't know how you got in touch with your father's intelligence network, I'm sure Director Liu wouldn't like it, otherwise you wouldn't have kept it from him."

"He won't pay that much attention to you, but some people will." Pei Yongjun pointed with his right hand, and Liu Zhimin understood.

The person who cares most about Liu Zhimin is her stepmother.

"Since I can find out what you are doing, if she gets some clues one day, she should be able to find out about you too."

"It's so strange that a little girl knows so much inside information about the entertainment industry and can even make money from it."

"Whether she knows about your father's intelligence network or not, your father will soon find out, and then it will be bad."

Bae Yong-jun pointed out the biggest danger of Liu Zhimin doing this now.

With her stepmother around, there will be waves even without wind, not to mention that what she is doing now is obviously not what a good little girl should do.

"What should we do? Do you have any ideas?" Liu Zhimin pursed her lips and asked back.

"Unless you stop, one day someone will find out what you are doing, and then it will be natural for them to suspect the source of your information," Pei Yongjun said.

"...I can't stop." Liu Zhimin hesitated, his eyes wavering for a moment before he regained his composure. "I have to keep going."

"Can't you tell me why?" Pei Yongjun looked at her little face with a determined look.

"...No, sorry." Liu Zhimin shook his head.

"Well, there is another way, cooperate with me." Pei Yongjun pointed at himself.

"With you?" Liu Zhimin didn't understand.

"Yes, with me." Pei Yongjun nodded and explained, "If you have a good relationship with entertainment reporters, it makes sense that you know a lot about the entertainment industry, right?"

"Even if you get discovered, just put the blame on me, okay? That way your real secret will be kept."

"So, I'm going to tell you now, when will Kim Dong-gun and the others meet with that person?"

"In this way, you will be able to solve your troubles, continue to be a reporter, and continue to protect me?" Liu Zhimin was very smart and understood what Pei Yongjun was going to do at once.

"Yes, very smart." Pei Yongjun nodded.

"Hmph, what a plan! You're the one helping me now." Liu Zhimin hummed with some dissatisfaction.

"Mutual benefit." Pei Yongjun smiled.

"But what's the use of telling you? After all, it was you who hit someone, and you can't get away with it." Liu Zhimin was still puzzled.

"Even if you filmed them meeting, so what? You could call it an interview. Even if you filmed them paying that person, you could still justify it as a tip-off."

"Well, I have my own way." Pei Yongjun said.

"What method? Another superpower?" Liu Zhimin remembered what Pei Yongjun said tonight.

"Of course, I'm very powerful." Pei Yongjun nodded seriously, "I can do anything."

"If you don't want to tell me, then don't tell me. Go to hell!" Liu Zhimin kicked his calf with her small leather shoe in dissatisfaction. "Okay, I promise you."

"Okay, thank you, my Zhimin." Pei Yongjun's tone was very intimate, and he raised his hand to touch her head.

"Who is your Zhimin?" Liu Zhimin purred, opened her mouth and wanted to bite him, but he dodged.

"Hurry back to the car! I need to make a phone call. Don't eavesdrop!" She pushed Pei Yongjun. "Hurry up."

Pei Yongjun nodded, walked back to the car, closed the window and looked at Liu Zhimin by the railing.

She took out her cell phone, walked around while making a call, then quickly hung up and waited there, her eyes fixed on the Cheonggyecheon stream outside the railing.

Pei Yongjun leaned on the car seat, looking at her long black hair fluttering in the wind. Her fair and tender face, with slightly immature features, revealed a maturity that did not match her age. She seemed a little confused in the night.

Well……

What a poor child. Pei Yongjun smiled.

A gust of wind blew by, and she tightened her windbreaker, causing the curve of her chest to tremble.

Besides, she had a lot of reason.

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After about ten minutes, Liu Zhimin suddenly picked up the phone again and waved to Pei Yongjun in the car.

Pei Yongjun pushed the door open, got out of the car, and walked quickly to her side.

"Got it," Liu Zhimin showed his phone in front of him, his white and tender hands reddened from the cold, "Please remember this and don't take any photos."

There are two lines of text on the phone screen.

[Kim Dong-gun will meet Kim Dae-yong (the person Bae Yong-jun bumped into) at midnight tonight.]

The meeting place is Lotte Herod Hotel near Cheonggyecheon Hospital, room number is 8919.

"Tonight?" Pei Yongjun quickly wrote down the information, picked up his phone to search the map, then looked up.

Across from the observation deck is Cheonggyecheon Hospital, where Kim Dayong, who was hit by Lim Nayeon, is hospitalized and recuperating. Not far behind, there is a magnificent building, which is the Lotte Herod Hotel.

"Yes, tonight," Liu Zhimin nodded, "Go quickly, don't miss it."

"Thank you, Jimin." Bae Yongjun nodded.

"What are you thanking me for? Just don't forget what you said today." Liu Zhimin looked a little depressed, with her delicate eyebrows slightly wrinkled, as if the phone call just now reminded her of something.

"A little unhappy? What's wrong?" Pei Yongjun looked at her slightly frowned brows.

"...Nothing." Liu Zhimin said softly, shaking his head, "A little cold."

"Give me a hug?" Pei Yongjun opened his arms.

"Shameless." Liu Zhimin muttered twice, looked into his dark and calm eyes, and leaned into his warm arms.

Pei Yongjun held her petite body in his arms, and the two of them hugged each other in the winter night breeze.

"Hey, if my dad finds out, you're not allowed to run away. I'll put all the blame on you. Do you understand?" Liu Zhimin said in his ear, his voice a little uneasy.

She is still a little girl after all.

"Well, I won't run away." Pei Yongjun said softly.

"Are you happier now?" He stroked Liu Zhimin's back gently.

"Yeah, I feel better." Liu Zhimin rested her chin on his shoulder, "Hold me again."

"Maybe it has something to do with your mother?" Pei Yongjun asked softly.

Pei Yongjun felt that Liu Zhimin had secretly accessed the intelligence network, and this might be related to her biological mother. Her change in mood now confirmed this.

"...Yes." Liu Zhimin responded after a long time, his voice was so soft that it was almost unnoticeable.

She hugged Pei Yongjun, and no one knew what she was thinking in her bright eyes.

After a long time, she took a deep breath and pushed Pei Yongjun away.

"Okay, go ahead. Someone will come to pick me up. You don't have to worry about it." The uneasiness and weakness in Liu Zhimin's voice disappeared, and she became that smart and calm girl again.

"Okay, I'll be leaving then." Pei Yongjun nodded, took a half step back, and turned to leave.

"you……"

Pei Yongjun turned around and glanced at Liu Zhimin, and a trace of reluctance flashed in her eyes.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"...Nothing." Liu Zhimin shook his head, "Let's go."

Pei Yongjun did not leave, but walked in front of Liu Zhimin.

"Hmm?" She didn't know what Pei Yongjun was going to do.

"There's something I almost forgot." Pei Yongjun smiled, "Tomorrow is December 12st, and the New Year is coming. I should give you a gift."

"No, I don't need it." Liu Zhimin wrinkled her nose, "Give it to your other good sister."

"I'm ready." Pei Yongjun reached into his arms.

"Are you ready?" Liu Zhimin was stunned. She didn't expect that there would be a gift-giving session today.

"Yeah." Pei Yongjun nodded, took out his phone from his pocket and looked at it for a few seconds, as if confirming something, then looked up at Liu Zhimin, "Tomorrow night, she won't be at home."

"What?" Liu Zhimin repeated, as if he couldn't believe it.

"Tomorrow night, your mother won't be home." Pei Yongjun said again, "I've already made arrangements. She won't be back all night."

"So I don't have to say Happy New Year to her."

"Talk to the people you should talk to, do whatever you want at home, and welcome the New Year happily."

Family reunion is actually a sad time for Liu Zhimin, especially when the New Year comes.

"You, you..." Liu Zhimin grabbed his arm and asked anxiously, "Is it true?"

New Year is one of the most important holidays, and her stepmother never misses the opportunity to use the holiday to show off her status as the mistress, and by the way, she can force her to do this and that with a smile on her face.

Why would he suddenly be away from home? And why wouldn't he be back all night?
"Really." Pei Yongjun nodded, "It's already been arranged."

"How did you do it?" Liu Zhimin grabbed his arm tightly.

"Superpower." Pei Yongjun smiled, pulled his arm out of her hand, looked at her incredulous eyes, raised his hand and touched her hair, and said softly, "Jimin, Happy New Year."

"I'm leaving first." He waved his hand and turned to leave.

"Wait!" Liu Zhimin's voice came from behind.

"Huh?" Pei Yongjun turned around, his eyes slightly startled.

The whole place is filled with warmth, fragrance and softness.

Liu Zhimin's fingers, slightly red from the cold, pulled open the collar, revealing delicate skin that made people's eyes warm.

"Again, again, let me touch you again," her voice trembled slightly, her eyes full of pleading and expectation, her dark eyes sparkling as she looked at him, "Help me deal with her, okay?"

Completely defenseless and can take whatever he wants.

"……it is good."

Skin touch.

"But that's not enough."

"What do you want?"

"kiss Me."

"?no!"

"Only touching, no kissing!"

"I don't like you, well..." She was speechless.

Pei Yongjun stuffed the hem of her clothes into her mouth and said, "If you don't want to kiss me, then let's do it this way."

The rosy lips, one red and one white, were holding the corner of the snow-white sailor uniform, and the tiny mole beside the lips was extremely attractive.

Pei Yongjun continued to work hard with satisfaction.

This time, it should be...

No time limit?
(End of this chapter)