Peninsula: I'm the Top Streamer

Chapter 507 The red and warm girl
Between dreaming and waking, Zhao Meiyan only felt a desire in front of her that made her feel attached and irresistible to touch, causing her thoughts to churn in her sleep and making her sleep very restless.

Her eyelashes trembled slightly, and she slowly opened her eyes, revealing a glimpse of her gaze. Her eyes were empty and deep, devoid of thought, as she gazed hazily at the person sitting beside the sofa.

This is….
Quan Xuanhe?
Upon recognizing this familiar person, Zhao Meiyan was so dazed that she thought she was dreaming; otherwise, she would have immediately jumped up and lashed out at him, bursting into tears on the spot.

He was lucky with the timing.

"It's so annoying, why do I keep dreaming about you?"

Zhao Meiyan's expression remained unchanged. She mumbled something indistinctly, as if she had blurted out the first thought that popped into her mind without thinking.

She felt extremely wronged. She was angry with him during the day and even dreamed about him at night. She couldn't get rid of him no matter what she did.

This is a nightmare.

dream?

Quan Xuanhe was slightly taken aback. When he first heard Zhao Meiyan speak, he thought she was awake. He even felt quite good about her for a moment. Zhao Meiyan's attitude towards him suddenly became so nice.

Goodness, after listening to what she said, it turned out she was still half asleep and thought she was dreaming.

Why don't you want to see me in your dreams?

Quan Xuanhe asked the question knowing the answer already; he just wanted to see how Zhao Meiyan would respond in this situation.

"Annoying, I just don't want to see you."

Zhao Meiyan closed her eyes, speaking indistinctly, without thinking, as if she were completely oblivious, her words filled with a deep sense of frustration.

Well, actually, this answer was exactly what he expected.

"That's not the reason."

Quan Xuanhe said softly, then didn't expect her to reply. He simply sat quietly beside her, waiting for her to slowly wake up.

The tables in the lounge were covered with messy snack wrappers and bottles, and suitcases lay open on the floor, making the place look rather cluttered.

Quan Xuanhe lowered his head, turned to look at the end of the sofa, and felt Zhao Meiyan's curled-up body gradually relax, and her small feet wrapped in white socks crawled to his right side.

First of all, he has no particular fetishes.

To clarify, he only felt that Zhao Meiyan's feet were a little cold, and it is actually very normal for girls to feel cold.

Finally, he said he was just trying to warm people up out of kindness.

He covered it with his palm, and Quan Xuanhe slowly caressed it with his fingers.

Seemingly sensing a warmth, Zhao Meiyan twitched her toes and burrowed her foot further inside.

"So warm."

Zhao Meiyan murmured something, but her words were too indistinct for Quan Xuanhe to hear clearly. He only heard her mutter something under her breath, but he couldn't understand what she was saying.

but.

At this moment, Zhao Meiyan was truly dreaming, with one image after another appearing in her mind.

The scene from that night reappeared before her eyes.

Instantly immersing herself in the situation, Zhao Meiyan became furious and strode angrily to Zhou Ziyu, slapping her hard across the face.

Still not quite satisfied, he raised his foot and kicked her hard, feeling an instant sense of exhilaration and exhilaration, and suddenly became very excited.

I'll kick you to death!

Sitting next to him on the sofa, he only felt Zhao Meiyan's foot suddenly twitch and her calf kick at him.

Is he having a fit of hysteria? Or is he having a dream?

Quan Xuanhe glanced at her, waited a few seconds, and seeing that she didn't move, he didn't take it seriously.

But Zhao Meiyan's dreams became increasingly bizarre.

The scene before her suddenly changed, and she found herself being pulled by the hair, making herself roll to the side, looking down at her with disdain because of her height.

She knelt on the ground like a loser, watching Kwon So-hyuk hug Tzuyu, both of them looking at her with disdain. Then, right in front of her, the two of them kissed, all lovey-dovey, as if they were doing it on purpose for her to see!
Later, even in front of her...

Zhao Meiyan was terrified and on the verge of a mental breakdown, but then everything disappeared, and she breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems like the scene has changed again?
She turned her head in a daze and saw Quan Xuanhe sitting next to her.

Seeing him turn to look at her, Zhao Meiyan kicked him without thinking, yelling, "Get lost, you're so annoying!"

Look at these infuriating dreams I'm having! They're making it impossible for me to sleep peacefully. They're suffocating, and the more I try to sleep, the angrier I get!
There is no reason.

"why?"

When Zhao Meiyan saw that he actually spoke back and asked her a question, her anger flared up even more. She stretched out her finger and poked him hard, speaking without any restraint.

You slept with her in front of me!

"I'm so angry! Go die, go die, go die!"

Zhao Meiyan closed her eyes, shouted something, and then began to hypnotize herself in her mind again.

Change the scene quickly, let me have some good dreams, or wake me up in the next second. Stop dreaming, it's so annoying.

Zhao Meiyan closed her eyes, not saying a word, her eyes tightly shut, waiting for the scene to change quickly.

The next scene is about her having a dream where she bullies Chou Tzu-yu and tramples Kwon Hyun-hyuk under her feet, which is infuriating.

She was filled with resentment, waiting for the next scene to unfold.

But the next scene never came, and the breathing sounds became more and more real and clearer, and all five senses were fully restored, along with the warm touch on my feet.

Eh?
This doesn't feel like a dream.
Zhao Meiyan closed her eyes tightly, swallowed hard, and gave her brain some time to recover and think, gradually calming down and figuring out what was going on.

"Asleep again?"

Quan Xuanhe glanced at Zhao Meiyan, who had just inexplicably sat up and started yelling at him, and then lay there with her eyes closed, motionless. He muttered something in a rather curious tone.

The reaction was that Zhao Meiyan gripped the blanket even tighter, her eyes closed even more tightly, and she could even feel a faint throbbing in her temples.

This...this...
This dream felt so real!

Although Zhao Meiyan tried to think in this direction, she seemed to have realized that she was not dreaming, and that Quan Xuanhe was indeed sitting next to her.

Ani…
One for Mo...

Zhao Meiyan kept her eyes tightly closed, her head covered by a blanket, and Quan Xuanhe's gaze was visible through the thin blanket.

Her mind was in complete chaos, like a pot of paste, and she completely lost the ability to think, which caused her to suffer from neurasthenia.

"alright."

After saying this, Quan Xuanhe found no response. He then slowly exhaled and mumbled something as he recalled the scene just now.

What does this mean? He's arguing and making a scene with himself; it seems like he's trying to shift the blame from his dream onto his reality.

Or is she already awake and pretending to be like this?

Quan Xuanhe was a little confused, but in order not to affect her mood or do anything that might upset her, he remained still.

The two assistants outside the lounge only heard Zhao Meiyan shouting. They looked at each other, hesitant, not knowing what to say.

Then, the newly appointed assistant knocked on the door and called out softly, her tone very cautious, "Xuanhe-nim..."

There was no response from the lounge, nor any of the expected arguments. The assistant, who hadn't heard a reply, hesitated and remained obediently waiting outside.

But Zhao Meiyan's assistant couldn't hold back any longer. She stepped forward, knocked on the door, and called out, "Meiyan?"

"Is something the matter?"

"Should I go in now?"

Zhao Meiyan's shout was very clear and penetrating, so her assistant couldn't just stand by and do nothing. The sound from outside reached their ears; Quan Xuanhe turned his head to look, then returned his gaze to Zhao Meiyan.

Still no movement?
Seeing this, Kwon Hyun-hyuk had no choice but to let go, trying his best not to disturb the quietly lying corpse, Zhao Meiyan.

He stood up, walked to the door, and quietly opened it a crack, speaking calmly, "She was just talking in her sleep. It's alright, you don't need to come in."

Talking in your sleep?
Is this what sleep talking is like?
If you have this kind of reaction, you should go to the hospital to get it checked out.

Zhao Meiyan's assistant looked up at him with a suspicious expression, then avoided him and walked past him to see what was going on with Zhao Meiyan inside.

Kwon Hyun-hyuk isn't her boss, and she can't just do anything.

"May I take a look?"

The assistant insisted.

Quan Xuanhe didn't say anything, but stepped aside so that she could see Zhao Meiyan inside.

He was indeed fast asleep in bed, showing no signs of discomfort.

The assistant reacted with some doubt, but ultimately did not insist. He nodded slightly and then left.

Meanwhile, Zhao Meiyan, who was still lying in bed, had finally come to her senses. Now, with her head covered by the blanket, she was speechless, even to the point of being speechless at herself.

Ah, I'm so happy...

Zhao Meiyan just wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

She then heard the door close again, followed by footsteps getting closer, but this time she didn't feel him sitting down next to her again.

Instead, I heard the sound of a stool being moved.

It seems he's sitting on the stool.

Zhao Meiyan slowly breathed a sigh of relief, then pondered what to do next.

She didn't want to face Quan Xuanhe at this moment; it would be too awkward and embarrassing, and they wouldn't even be able to have a proper argument. How could that be acceptable?

Hide it for now, wait until he leaves, then pretend nothing happened and completely ignore it.

She would still be cold-faced the next time they met, showing no respect for Quan Xuanhe.

Zhao Meiyan tried her best to calm her breathing and said nothing more. She just lay there slowly, motionless, like a corpse.

Quietly waiting for Quan Xuanhe to leave.

But it felt like time was dragging on...

Zhao Meiyan's expression changed under the blanket, her face looking very sad, as if she wanted to collapse.

Time ticks away.

Quan Xuanhe checked the time and felt it was about time; if he didn't leave soon, he wouldn't make it back to film tomorrow.

Now that things have come to this, it seems that no matter what, I slept really well.

The man stood up, his gaze falling again on Zhao Meiyan on the sofa. After a moment's thought, he took a few steps forward and stood in front of her.

"I am leaving."

Quan Xuanhe said this softly, stood beside her and looked down at her, his gaze sweeping over her from top to bottom.

He caught the subtle but rapid fluctuations in his eyes.

In an instant, he realized that Zhao Meiyan was pretending to be asleep, and was actually fully awake.

Suddenly, an idea came to my mind.

Quan Xuanhe's eyes darted around, and he began to put on his acting skills.

"Sigh, I only have this one day off. After today, I won't have another chance."

"Actually, when I came here and saw you sleeping, I felt both heartbroken and sorry."

Quan Xuanhe gently sat down next to her again. Since he knew she was pretending to be asleep, he simply placed his hand directly on her body and gently stroked her.

"I feel sorry for you. It must be very tiring. You have to keep filming and don't have any time to rest."

"I did such a big mistake, it must have really hurt you a lot."

"This is really not the outcome I wanted."

"Oh right, I forgot to make it clear to you, I actually didn't know about this that day either. Her visit to the set was a complete accident, I had no idea about it at all."

"I don't know if you believe me or not, but this is the truth, and I hope you can understand."

"It's just a pity that we can't sit down and have a calm and peaceful chat today."

I feel…

“I still want Miyeon to continue being my girlfriend, and I’ve actually realized my mistake.”

"So I came here, just as you came to find me, I came to find you, just to see you once."

"Sigh, I wonder if Miyeon, who's sleeping, can hear these words."

Quan Xuanhe sighed in a mocking manner, watching the thin blanket cover Zhao Meiyan's body. The rise and fall of her chest seemed to become more pronounced, and her breathing sounded clearer in his ear.

If there is a real reaction, it means that the person is not asleep and is listening to him talk.

What was that person who was poking and cursing just now? Did they really know that he was deliberately committing a crime?
Kwon Hyun-hyuk found Zhao Meiyan's reaction amusing, so much so that a smile spread across his face and his eyes were full of amusement.

I never expected the story to unfold this way.

"I'm leaving now. You should get some rest."

Quan Xuanhe made a final probing move, saying this softly before standing up and making a gesture as if to walk out, attempting to test her further.

Beneath the cover, Zhao Meiyan's face was full of struggle and confusion, and she was completely at a loss for what to do.

Compared to the so-called wavering and being moved, what she felt more strongly was the desire to confront him on the spot and make him bow his head and apologize to her.

We can't just let him talk here, especially since he keeps saying things that make us feel uneasy.

This won't do, absolutely not!

Zhao Meiyan felt very angry. As she heard his footsteps getting farther and farther away, she couldn't hold it in any longer. Her breathing became more and more rapid, and her small hands gripped the blanket tighter and tighter until her knuckles turned white.

She was torn between two conflicting thoughts, frantically thinking and hesitating. Two little voices in her mind were battling it out, and it was uncertain which idea would prevail.

No!

do not care!
She is Zhao Meiyan!

Unbearable!

"An Dui!"

Quan Xuanhe had just reached the door, his hand on the doorknob, ready to make some noise and test Zhao Meiyan's nerves again.

Upon hearing her loud shout, he stopped what he was doing, slowly turned his head, and saw Zhao Meiyan.

He saw a delicate face filled with entanglement and resentment.

"You can't go!"

"You need to explain yourself clearly!"

Zhao Meiyan spoke urgently, her face flushed pink, whether from anger or from being suffocated by the blankets.

Anyway, it looks like it's reached a reddish temperature.

(End of this chapter)