Peninsula: I'm the Top Streamer

Chapter 671 Reliving the Warmth of Noodles After a Long Separation
A sparse ray of morning light peeked through the gaps in the curtains, casting long, thin strips of light on the wooden floor.

Dust particles float in the air.

Zhao Meiyan gradually awakens amidst chaos and warmth.

Her body sank into the soft fabric and the warmth of Kwon Hyun-hyuk's body, like a small boat finally anchored in a safe harbor.

Last night's exhausting emotions left only a lingering weakness in my limbs, especially the swelling and slight stinging around my eyes, which were silent proof of the tears.

Instinctively, she nestled even deeper into the heat source, burying her face completely in Quan Xuanhe's neck, greedily inhaling his familiar scent.

The arms that were wrapped around his waist had not loosened even in his sleep, and now they tightened even more unconsciously, as if the sense of security would vanish if they let go.

One leg naturally wrapped around it as well.

Consciousness slowly returned.

The grievances he brought back from the parking lot last night, the silent tears in the stairwell, the heart palpitations when he held me tightly and comforted me, the murmured words of dependence I uttered while curled up in his arms after a hot bath...

The images flashed by in fragments.

His eyelids remained heavy, and a muffled whimper escaped his throat, like that of a startled little animal.

Kwon Hyun-hyuk stirred slightly at her subtle movements, unconsciously tightening his arms around her in his sleep, pulling her even closer into his embrace, and habitually nuzzling the top of her head with his chin.

Zhao Meiyan slowly opened her eyes.

As the blurry vision cleared, the first thing that caught my eye was Quan Xuanhe's face, which was very close to mine.

The morning light outlined his well-defined jawline, straight nose, and eyelashes casting soft shadows under his eyes, making him appear exceptionally calm and gentle, shedding his usual deep and aloof demeanor.

She was in a daze.

That familiar sleeping face, that intimately intertwined posture, the unique tranquility of the early morning in this room…

Everything felt like it had been a very, very long time.

She hadn't woken up in his arms for a long time since... those things happened.

The longing of the past few days, the strength she had been forcing herself to maintain, and the grievances and lingering fears brought by last night's unexpected storm, all mixed with the comfort brought by this tenderness, surged silently in her heart.

She couldn't help but raise her fingertips and trace the curve of his chin with extreme gentleness and almost greed, afraid of waking him and disturbing this rare haven of tranquility.

Just then, Quan Xuanhe's eyelids twitched a few times, and he slowly opened them.

His eyes were still a little sleepy, but when he saw Zhao Meiyan staring at him so close, they gradually became clear and focused.

The sleepiness in her eyes quickly faded, replaced by a gentle warmth and a barely perceptible sense of apology.

His hand on her waist tightened slightly, his thumb instinctively stroking her side. His morning voice, uniquely husky and magnetic, brushed against her ear:

"Awake? Did you sleep well?"

Zhao Meiyan's heart skipped a beat, and her cheeks flushed slightly.

Meeting his clear gaze, the dependent whispers and vulnerable gestures from last night instantly replayed in her mind, making her feel a little shy. She subconsciously wanted to look away, but was firmly drawn in by the warmth in his eyes.

She nodded gently, burying her face in the crook of his neck again, her voice muffled, soft and slightly nasal, as if she had just woken up.

"Yeah... not bad."

"Are your eyes still bothering you?" he asked gently, raising his hand to lightly stroke her slightly swollen eyelids with his fingertips, his movements careful and full of obvious pity.

The touch was warm and clear, as if silently telling her that he felt sorry for the tears she shed last night.

Zhao Meiyan's body softened even more under his gentle caresses.

The turmoil of last night seemed to have been soothed considerably by the morning light and his gaze.

She clung to him tenderly, unwilling to let go, absorbing the calming aura emanating from him, as if trying to make up for everything she had lost in the past.

She tightened her arms around him, and her legs unconsciously wrapped around him more tightly, like a little animal afraid of being abandoned again, wanting only to hold on to this lost and regained support.

“Xuanhe…” she whispered his name, her voice as light as a feather.

"Hmm?" Quan Xuanhe responded, looking down at her and patiently waiting for her to continue.

Zhao Meiyan raised her face and looked up at him, her beautiful eyes reflecting his image, with a hint of barely perceptible timidity and uncertainty, a deep sense of lingering fear, and a longing for this tenderness.

"Will you always stay with me from now on?"

These almost pleading words were her most genuine reliance at that moment.

In this room bathed in the soft morning light, nestled in his warm embrace, she didn't want to face the outside world so soon, nor did she want this brief time sharing a bed to end so quickly.

Quan Xuanhe looked into her eyes and saw the undisguised dependence and vulnerability that welled up inside him, and a soft spot in his heart was touched.

Who could be so heartless?

He tightened his arms around her, completely enveloping her in his protective embrace. His chin rested on the top of her head, his deep voice carrying a soothing power:
"Okay. Go to sleep, or just stay here."

Zhao Meiyan's cheek was pressed against his neck, her warm breath, moist from just waking up, gently brushing against his skin.

Her arms around his waist never loosened, and one leg instinctively wrapped even tighter around him, her exquisite curves conforming perfectly to the contours of his body.

They were so close that their heartbeats could be clearly heard in the quiet room, and it was impossible to tell whose was faster.

Kwon Hyun-hyuk could clearly feel her breathing rising and falling gently against his chest.

Her warm body temperature wafted through the thin nightgown, like a warm current, or a silent fuse.

Zhao Meiyan seemed to have also noticed the unusual sudden increase in temperature.

She shifted uncomfortably in his arms, trying to create a little distance to ease the unfamiliar thrill caused by the overly close contact.

It had been so long that she felt somewhat uncomfortable, but not resistant.

However, her unconscious actions did not alleviate the situation; instead, they were like sparks thrown into dry tinder.

"Xuanhe..." she called softly again, her voice even softer and sweeter than before, with a slight, almost imperceptible tremor.

Quan Xuanhe lowered his eyes.

The morning light outlined her profile, which was so close to mine, her delicate skin glowing with a faint pink hue, her eyelashes fluttering slightly.

The lingering vulnerability of last night and the allure revealed in this moment of naivety intertwine to create a fatal attraction.

His arms around her waist tightened suddenly, no longer a simple embrace, but more like an inescapable confinement.

His warm breath brushed against her earlobe, sending a slight shiver down her spine.

Zhao Meiyan's heartbeat suddenly became erratic.

A long-awaited reunion, a long-awaited reunion.

...

...

...

Zhao Meiyan felt an indescribable sense of satisfaction welling up inside her, as if she had drunk the finest honey wine, and every cell was soaked in a languid sweetness.

However, this satisfaction brought with it a deeper sense of exhaustion.

His limbs felt as if his bones had been removed, and he slumped limply between the soft mattress and his warm body, feeling that even lifting a fingertip was an enormous drain on his strength.

My eyelids felt so heavy they just wanted to stick together, and my consciousness floated and sank in a blissful cloud.

Like a completely tamed little animal, she nestled tightly in Quan Xuanhe's arms, burying her face in the crook of his neck, absorbing his reassuring breath and warmth.

Quan Xuanhe's strong arms were firmly wrapped around her, his palms carrying a soothing warmth, slowly moving over her smooth, slightly sweaty back.

He could clearly feel the subtle trembling of her body and the heavy attachment she felt.

As the morning light grew stronger outside the window, it cast golden rays through the gaps in the curtains onto the floor. The tranquility of the room was broken by the faint sounds of the distant city awakening.

"It's time to get up, Miyeon." Kwon Hyun-hyuk's voice was tinged with post-coital languor and doting affection as his fingertips gently caressed the delicate skin on her shoulder.

The person in his arms let out a muffled protest with a thick nasal tone!
"Um...don't..."

Instead of letting go, she tightened her arms around him, nuzzling her cheek against his neck in dissatisfaction, like a cat yearning for warmth, displaying her weakness and dependence to the fullest.

The intimacy they had just shared seemed to have drained all her strength; she just wanted to lie in his arms and didn't want to move at all.

Quan Xuanhe chuckled, not urging her, but patiently holding her and gently patting her back. After a moment, he propped himself up slightly and lowered his head to kiss her cheek.

"Listen to me, there are no more plans after this?"

Zhao Meiyan reluctantly and very slowly opened her eyes.

The morning light entered her eyes, slightly dazzling. She looked up at him, her eyes still glistening with the moisture of utter satisfaction and her complete dependence on him.

Her body was still limp, and even sitting up was a weak and feeble movement, almost entirely supported by the strength of Kwon Hyun-hyuk's arms.

"Go on, go take a shower, I'll make you breakfast."

Kwon Hyun-hyuk smiled and patted her on the shoulder, saying...

Upon hearing this, Zhao Meiyan forced herself to stand up from the bedside. "Okay."

When Zhao Meiyan walked into the bathroom and looked in the mirror, she finally felt a sense of reality.

She has had it so tough.

She's finally done it!

The water was splashing loudly.

Zhao Meiyan, still feeling sore and weak, walked out of the steamy bathroom wrapped in a bath towel.

The warm water washed away the last bit of sticky sweat and also took away some of the lingering dizziness.

Her skin had a pinkish glow, and her long, damp hair cascaded over her shoulders.

As soon as she stepped into the living room, the aroma of food wafted into her nostrils, and she looked in the direction of the scent.

Quan Xuanhe was standing in front of the stove in the open kitchen. He had changed into simple home clothes, with the sleeves casually rolled up to his forearms.

The pan was sizzling as the golden egg mixture solidified, while a small pot of miso soup simmered nearby.

The gentle morning light fell on his focused profile, revealing a down-to-earth quality typical of an ordinary husband.

"Awake?" Quan Xuanhe turned around when he heard the noise, his gaze falling on her dripping hair, his brows furrowing slightly.

Why didn't you dry your hair?

"Too lazy to move..." Zhao Meiyan lazily scooted over, like a cat that had just taken a bath, snuggling against his broad back and peering into the pot.

"It smells so good, I'm so hungry."

"What else? Order takeout?" Quan Xuanhe flipped the fried egg with a spatula, his movements not particularly skillful.

"That's all we have in the fridge. Let's make something simple: fried eggs, miso soup, and bread."

As Zhao Meiyan watched him focus on cooking, a warm feeling of comfort welled up in her heart again.

She stretched out her index finger and gently poked his strong arm, her voice slightly coquettish.

"Ah... I'm already very satisfied."

Zhao Meiyan rested her chin on his back, watching Quan Xuanhe calmly scoop out the fried egg and then ladle out the soup.

"Go and dry your hair, it's ready to eat."

"Yes~" Zhao Meiyan replied in a drawn-out tone, then slowly moved away from his back to get a towel.

When she returned, half-dry, the table was already set.

Kwon Hyun-hyuk was sitting at the table waiting for her.

Zhao Meiyan sat down opposite him, looking at the steaming, somewhat simple breakfast in front of her, but felt more comforted than any Michelin-starred meal.

I want a stable and lasting happiness.

She picked up a spoon, scooped up a spoonful of miso soup, and blew on it.

"How is it?" Quan Xuanhe asked, looking at her.

"Mmm..." Zhao Meiyan carefully took a bite, her eyes lighting up. "! (It's delicious!)"

Idols are used to managing their figures and will find everything they eat delicious because they're used to being hungry.

Zhao Meiyan picked up a piece of fried egg with slightly burnt edges and took a bite without hesitation: "The burnt parts are even more fragrant!" She then picked up a piece of kimchi and stuffed it into her mouth, squinting her eyes in satisfaction.

"Mmm... this is so comforting to eat in the morning. It's much better than the coffee and snacks in our waiting room."

Kwon Hyun-hyuk naturally picked up the conversation: "What are your plans for this afternoon?"

Zhao Meiyan swallowed the food in her mouth and shook her head: "I have to go to the company this afternoon to discuss next week's program plan."

"We're going back in two months, and this is a busy time for us."

After Gidle's resurgence in popularity, she has been quite busy, which is why Zhao Meiyan has not been able to spare much time to deal with the other people around Kwon Heonhyuk.

I really can't be in both places at once.

"And you."

Zhao Meiyan asked Quan Xuanhe a question in return.

"I have to go back to filming this afternoon."

"Ok."

Zhao Meiyan was very disappointed; their time together was running out.

After breakfast, the dishes were piled up in the sink.

Quan Xuanhe glanced at his watch, stood up and said, "We have to go, the film set won't wait for us."

Zhao Meiyan stood up as well, her fingertips unconsciously stroking the hem of his coat.

He turned around, and she leaned closer, nuzzling her forehead against his shoulder.

Quan Xuanhe pulled his arms closer, his chin brushing against the top of her head, and said in a low voice, "Don't think about what happened last night."

"Mmm," she responded muffledly, wrapping her arms around him even tighter.

A brief silence fell, with only the sound of each other's breaths audible.

A moment later, Quan Xuanhe gently patted her back: "It's really time to go."

Zhao Meiyan then let go, looked up at him, and her eyes still held a lingering affection.

He lowered his head and placed a warm kiss on her lips, brief yet resolute.

"I'm going to miss you."

Zhao Meiyan hugged him, speaking with reluctance.

She had made many decisions, and she had already given up a lot just to be by Quan Xuanhe's side.

"Me too."

Quan Xuanhe looked down at Zhao Meiyan, whose eyes were full of affection, paused, and spoke with emphasis.

"Then give me another kiss."

Even though they had only been intimate for a short time, Zhao Meiyan couldn't resist and tiptoed slightly to kiss his lips.

"I go first."

The two parted ways, and Kwon Seonhyuk really left.

"All right…"

Zhao Meiyan leaned against the door frame, watching his figure disappear into the elevator entrance.

The hallway returned to silence, leaving only the lingering warmth of breakfast in the apartment.

She let out a soft breath and turned to walk to the window.

Downstairs, a familiar black van was slowly starting up and merging into the traffic, its license plate quickly disappearing into the morning light.

(End of this chapter)