Peninsula: I'm the Top Streamer

Chapter 663 What are you doing?

The air inside the private room seemed to be tinged with an amber liquid, and the clamor and congratulations gradually blurred into background noise.

Lee Jung-jae, holding a wine glass, put his arm around Kwon Seon-hyuk's shoulder and uttered grand pronouncements incoherently, while the others around him were also in high spirits.

Kim Jisoo sat quietly next to Kwon Heonhyuk, watching his originally clear eyes gradually become misty with tears.

The sharp glint was softened by the intoxication, and the usual composure of being in control slowly faded away.

He drank quite a lot.

Even though he wasn't the Best Actor, he was still constantly being toasted.

Kwon Hyun-hyuk was initially able to respond with ease, remaining sober amidst the clinking of glasses, but as time went on, the effects of the alcohol began to take hold.

He leaned back in the luxurious sofa, his head slightly tilted towards Kim Jisoo, his breath reeking of alcohol, and his body temperature clearly felt through the fabric of his shirt.

Kim Jisoo sighed silently as she looked at his increasingly dazed eyes and his sluggish reactions.

Why drink so much?

Kim Jisoo muttered a complaint under her breath, but there was still a hint of heartache in her eyes.

"If I don't drink it, why would anyone be willing?"

Quan Xuanhe said.

The smell of alcohol wafted into her nostrils, causing her to frown and make a decision in her heart.

"Jungjae oppa." Kim Jisoo's voice was clear as she looked at Lee Jungjae with a polite smile. "It's getting late. I think Hyunhyuk is a little drunk. I'll take him home to rest first."

Her hand rested naturally and gently on Kwon Seonhyuk's arm, her expression concerned.

Seeing that Kwon Heonhyuk was indeed struggling, and then looking at Kim Jisoo's unyielding expression, Lee Jung-jae grinned and patted Kwon Heonhyuk's shoulder forcefully: "Alright, alright! I'm relieved to have Jisoo taking care of you! Let's get together another day, another day!"

He turned to the other people who were egging him on, "Hey, let our Xuanhe go back and get some rest. He's had a hard night."

Upon hearing the word "go back," Quan Xuanhe responded and stood up, but his body swayed involuntarily.

"Be careful." Kim Jisoo immediately reached out and firmly supported his arm.

Kim Jisoo supported the weight of half of his body.

Quan Xuanhe leaned on her almost unconsciously, his tall body appearing somewhat heavy.

She nodded to the other familiar faces still present, then half-supported, half-carried Quan Xuanhe, and walked unsteadily toward the door of the private room.

Her assistant had already received her signal and was waiting outside.

Seeing them come out, the assistant quickly stepped forward and, together with Kim Jisoo, helped Kwon Heonhyuk safely into the back seat of the van parked at the door.

The carriage was isolated from the outside noise, with only the faint sound of the air conditioning blowing.

As soon as Quan Xuanhe touched the soft back seat, he almost immediately relaxed completely, resting his head on the headrest and closing his eyes to rest.

Kim Jisoo sat down next to him and closed the car door.

"Let's go to Xuanhe's house."

She said to the driver in the front seat.

The car drove smoothly into the quiet of Seoul's night.

Outside the car window, the city's neon lights flowed into blurry ribbons of light through my hazy, drunken eyes.

Kwon Hyun-hyuk felt the vibrations and slight shaking of the moving car and couldn't help but frown.

Kim Jisoo immediately noticed his discomfort and asked softly, "Are you feeling unwell? Do you feel like throwing up?" The slight disdain in her tone was now replaced by concern.

Kwon Hyun-hyuk didn't answer, but just frowned and turned his face towards the car window.

Seeing this, Kim Jisoo carefully adjusted the direction of the air conditioning vents to prevent the cold air from blowing directly on him, and then took out a bottle of purified water from the car's storage compartment, unscrewed it, and handed it to his lips.

"Drinking some water will make you feel better."

Kwon Hyun-hyuk unconsciously took two small sips from her hand, the cool water sliding down his throat and bringing a moment of clarity.

"Take a nap, we're almost home."

The van finally entered Quan Xuanhe's upscale residential area and stopped in the underground parking lot.

The assistant opened the door for him, and Kim Jisoo, once again supporting Kwon Heonhyuk's body, struggled to help him out of the car.

The cool night air seemed to restore a bit of his strength.

The assistant swiped the card to open the door and turned on the motion-sensor lights.

The soft light in the entryway illuminates the passageway leading into the interior.

"Okay, I'll take care of things here," Kim Jisoo said to her assistant, indicating that she could go back and rest.

The assistant nodded knowingly, said nothing more, and left without leaving the two of them.

The door closed gently behind me, shutting out the outside world.

The quiet, spacious living room instantly enveloped them, with only the faint sound of airflow from the central air conditioning.

Kim Jisoo helped Kwon Heonhyuk to the sofa and helped him lie down.

After doing this, Kim Jisoo took off her cumbersome high heels, stepped barefoot onto the cold floor, and looked down at the man on the sofa.

Kwon Hyun-hyuk lay on his back, his tie already loose and disheveled.

Kim Jisoo bent down, reached out, and somewhat clumsily but very gently pulled off his cumbersome tie and tossed it aside.

Then, she laboriously unbuttoned the second and third buttons of his shirt, trying to make it easier for him to breathe.

After doing all that, she turned around and got a glass of water. Returning with the glass, she half-squatted in front of the sofa, looking at Quan Xuanhe.

"Drink water."

Upon hearing this, Quan Xuanhe opened his eyes a crack and reached out to take the water glass.

The cool water slid down his throat, bringing a sense of relief like rain after a long drought, and Quan Xuanhe's tightly furrowed brows relaxed slightly.

The living room was unusually quiet; the constant airflow from the central air conditioning system sounded like white noise, highlighting the depth of the night.

Kim Jisoo half-squatted beside the sofa, watching him finish his water, her eyes filled with a mixture of helplessness and a barely perceptible tenderness.

"Are you feeling better?"

Her voice sounded exceptionally clear in the silence.

Kwon Hyun-hyuk leaned back on the sofa, his eyelids still heavy, but the dizzying feeling seemed to have subsided somewhat.

He mumbled an "Mmm," then raised his hand to rub his temples.

Seeing his expression, Kim Ji-soo sighed softly and put down her water glass.

She knew the sofa wasn't a place to rest. "Get up,"

She reached under his armpits and tried to help him up, saying, "Go to bed."

Quan Xuanhe cooperated this time, using her strength to stand up unsteadily, his steps faltering, and most of his weight involuntarily pressed down on the petite figure beside him.

Kim Jisoo practically half-carried and half-pushed him to sit down on the edge of the bed.

As Kwon Hyun-hyuk lay back, he let out a satisfied sigh.

Kim Jisoo looked at his shirt, which was unbuttoned and disheveled, and his trousers, which were tightly wrapped around his body, and gently shook her head.

Sleeping like this all night will definitely make me feel even worse tomorrow.

She bent down, her movements more practiced than when she was in the living room.

Her slender fingers reached towards his slightly open chest.

She slowly unbuttoned the remaining buttons on her shirt one by one.

Warm fingertips would occasionally brush against the skin of his chest, leaving a slightly cool sensation. After unbuttoning it, she laboriously tilted his heavy body slightly to the side, slowly peeling the shirt off his shoulders and arms.

Then comes the belt.

The metal buckle made a soft "click" sound; the belt of the trousers had come loose.

Kim Jisoo pulled over a thin blanket and gently covered his waist and legs.

After doing all this, she felt that her caregiving duties were almost complete.

She straightened up, stretched her slightly sore back, and prepared to leave.

Just as she turned around, a burning hot arm suddenly wrapped around her waist from behind.
Caught off guard, Kim Jisoo let out a soft cry as she was pulled backward by an irresistible force, falling directly into the embrace filled with the smell of alcohol and masculinity.

"...Where are you going?"

Quan Xuanhe's voice rang in her ears, still carrying the effects of drunkenness, but a bit more sober than before.

His arms were tightly wrapped around her, like iron hoops to prevent her from disappearing at any moment. His burning cheeks unconsciously pressed against the cool skin of her neck, his hot breath spraying on it, causing a slight shiver.

Kim Jisoo struggled, but the man's arms didn't budge. She tried to pry his hands off, but he held her even tighter, their bodies pressed almost perfectly together in the soft light.

Caught off guard, Kim Jisoo let out a soft cry as she was pulled backward by an irresistible force, falling directly into the embrace filled with the smell of alcohol and masculinity.

Kim Jisoo struggled, but the man's arm remained unmoved. He was incredibly strong and possessed the stubbornness typical of a drunkard, making it impossible for her to break free.

"Let go..." Her voice carried a hint of anger, but the tone faded unconsciously at the end.

She could clearly feel the contours and heat of his body on her lower back. His shirt, which had been unbuttoned, was now open, and the place where their skin touched felt like a small flame, making her mouth and throat dry.

"Don't let it go."

Quan Xuanhe not only didn't let go, but tightened his arms around her, making her nestle even deeper into his embrace.

He nuzzled his face against her neck, searching for a more comfortable position.

Kim Jisoo's body stiffened for a moment, then relaxed again in that warm body temperature and familiar embrace.

She gave up her futile resistance, sighed softly as if resigned to her fate, and raised her fingertips to brush aside the few stray strands of hair from his sweaty forehead.

"I understand." Her voice was muffled, carrying a hint of helpless indulgence.

"I'll stay with you, okay?"

Upon receiving an affirmative answer, Quan Xuanhe's tense body seemed to relax slightly, but he still did not loosen his arms around her.

He gave a mumbled "hmm," and his heavy breathing gradually became even.

Kim Jisoo was held captive in his arms, feeling the tingling sensation on her neck from his gradually calming heartbeat and breathing.

She lay quietly, listening to his deep breathing, which became clear in the silent room.

Actually, this is quite good.

Kim Jisoo stared at the ceiling, and a thought suddenly occurred to her.

Feeling the breathing in her arms become completely steady and long, Kim Jisoo carefully opened her eyes.

Kwon Hyun-hyuk fell asleep, and the strength in his arms loosened a bit, but he still had a loose loop around her waist.

She held her breath and slowly, bit by bit, moved herself out of his burning embrace, afraid of waking him.

She only breathed a silent sigh of relief when her feet touched the cool floor.

She quickly and quietly went into the bathroom to wash up. The warm water washed away her fatigue and the smell of alcohol, and she changed into the soft pajamas that were kept in the dressing room.

The person in the mirror looked tired, but the slight anger from before was gone.

When he returned to the bedside, Quan Xuanhe turned over, seemingly noticing the empty space beside him, and frowned slightly.

Kim Jisoo lifted the thin blanket and lay down. As soon as she got close, that familiar arm instinctively reached out and pulled her into its embrace again, letting out a muffled sigh.

Her familiar body temperature, mixed with a faint smell of alcohol, enveloped her.

Kim Jisoo didn't move anymore, quietly closed her eyes, and let sleepiness wash over her.

The two embraced in the quiet night, their breaths mingling.

The night was deep and quiet in Quan Xuanhe's apartment.

On the large bed, Kim Jisoo curled up in Kwon Heonhyuk's arms, her back pressed against his warm chest, her breathing becoming long and even, her consciousness slowly sinking into drowsiness.

Quan Xuanhe's heavy arms encircled her waist, his deep breath brushing against the back of her neck, carrying a reassuring scent.

Just as she was on the verge of being completely swallowed by sleep...

hum... hum... hum...

On the low cabinet beside his pillow, Quan Xuanhe's phone screen suddenly lit up, the dim blue light particularly dazzling in the darkness.

The continuous high-frequency vibration, like a fine needle, precisely pierced the silence and instantly pulled Kim Jisoo's wandering consciousness back.

Her eyelashes trembled almost imperceptibly, she held her breath, and remained motionless in her nestled position.

She gently lifted herself up to look at her lit-up phone.

On the screen, the three characters "Liu Zhimin" were so clear they were almost blinding.

Kim Jisoo's gaze lingered on that name for a moment.

Without hesitation, she slightly propped herself up and reached over Quan Xuanhe.

My fingertips precisely touched the phone's cool screen and swiped—

The call interface disappeared, and the screen suddenly went dark.

The tremors stopped abruptly.

The room returned to silence, as if the disturbance had never occurred.

Kim Jisoo slowly lay back down, snuggling back into Kwon Heonhyuk's arms, closing her eyes to continue drifting off to sleep, her movements as natural as if she were merely brushing a strand of hair from her pillow.

On the pillow, only the lingering warmth of the phone screen remained.

Yoo Jimin?
Of course she remembered it.

However, at such a moment, it was a bit of a disturbance to her.

The other end.

Just as she woke up and was about to take the van to the beauty salon, Liu Zhimin yawned and called Quan Xuanhe.

The awards ceremony just ended today, and it's not too late yet, so he shouldn't be asleep.

With that in mind, Liu Zhimin dialed the number.

If Quan Xuanhe is asleep, isn't she disturbing him by making this call?
Liu Zhimin felt that it was just a matter of her being quick-witted and obedient in apologizing; at worst, she could make Quan Xuanhe feel more comfortable later.

So what?

but.

I didn't expect the call to be disconnected after only two beeps.
What does this mean?
Are you busy and not answering my calls?
The sleepy-eyed Liu Zhimin perked up a bit because of the phone call that Quan Xuanhe had hung up on. She blinked her eyes and her face was a little puffed up with anger.

Liu Zhimin waited a while and then made another call.

This time was even worse; they hung up without any notification whatsoever.

ah!……

Liu Zhimin had a vague sense of unease.

If it were work, I would probably tell myself first.

What is this for?
(End of this chapter)