Peninsula: I'm the Top Streamer

Chapter 680 The Ascension Plan!

Quan Xuanhe grunted and moved with lightning speed, giving Liu Zhimin no time to react. He grabbed her waving wrist, exerted force with his waist and abdomen, and flipped her over with a clever move.

Before Liu Zhimin could even finish her cry of alarm, he had already pinned her down.

"They've rebelled?"

Quan Xuanhe's voice crashed down on her head. He pressed one knee between her legs, easily grabbed her two slender wrists with one hand and pressed them above her head, while the other hand pinched her chin, forcing her to look up at him.

In the blink of an eye, he's a prisoner again.

This position made Liu Zhimin's face burn with embarrassment. She felt completely helpless, like a lamb to the slaughter.

"Let go, let go!" Liu Zhimin twisted in vain, like a stranded fish, with little air left in her lungs, her cheeks flushed red from the struggle and shame.

It's fine, but the poses are a bit too embarrassing.

His earlier bluster vanished instantly, leaving him utterly humiliated by his absolute power.

"I won't let go." Quan Xuanhe lowered his head, his nose almost brushing against hers, his hot breath spraying on her face. His eyes were locked on her, dark and deep, filled with scrutiny and a hint of dangerous interest.

"Who taught you that? You're so good now."

The disparity in strength was too great. Liu Zhimin struggled a few times but couldn't budge, and instead exhausted the last bit of her strength.

"Oppa only bullies me."

Quan Xuanhe looked at her listless appearance, like a kitten wilted by the rain.

He held Liu Zhimin's chin and brushed his thumb across her soft lips.

Liu Zhimin suddenly opened her mouth and then took a bite with her pearly teeth.

Just as Liu Zhimin's teeth sank into the flesh of his thumb, Quan Xuanhe reacted quickly and pulled them away.

Caught off guard, her teeth chattered slightly as she bit into empty air.

Kwon Hyun-hyuk didn't give her a second chance.

He loosened his grip on her wrists and slid down to encircle her waist like an iron hoop. His other arm went behind her neck and tightened abruptly.

Liu Zhimin was locked tightly in his arms, her face pressed against his heaving chest, her warm skin revealing a steady and powerful heartbeat.

"Quan Xuanhe!" Her voice was muffled by his chest, she was furious and now she was calling him by his full name.

He rested his chin on the top of her messy head, his nose brushing against the faint sweet scent of her hair, letting her flutter around.

When she struggled fiercely, he would tighten his arms around her, like gathering a highly elastic net. Liu Zhimin broke out in a light sweat, exhausted, and finally calmed down, leaving only her rapid breathing brushing against his chest, a hot and itchy sensation.

"open……"

Her voice lowered, becoming slightly nasal and muffled, whether from anger or something else, it was hard to tell.

Kwon Hyun-hyuk didn't move, but loosened his grip on her arms slightly to allow her to breathe more easily.

He looked down and saw Liu Zhimin's trembling eyelids, her reddened nose, and finally her slightly parted lips, so close to his own. Their breaths mingled.

Liu Zhimin's eyelashes trembled violently, like the wings of a startled butterfly, but she didn't move or make a sound. The interrogative aura she had just exhaled completely dissipated.

Kwon Hyun-hyuk lowered his head and kissed her.

Liu Zhimin let out a short sob, as if protesting or resigning herself to her fate. Her fingers tightened around his clothes, but eventually loosened, and she climbed onto his shoulder, closing her eyes in response.

In the midst of their intertwined embrace, Liu Zhimin was dizzy from the kisses, her body so weak that she could only cling to him even tighter.

After an unknown amount of time, Quan Xuanhe finally moved back a little distance.

Liu Zhimin's eyes were hazy, her soft lips glistening with moisture and slightly swollen.

Quan Xuanhe shifted slightly, supporting her by the back of her neck and the back of her legs, and steadily lifted her up. Liu Zhimin instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck and tilted her head on his shoulder.

Silent all night.

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The alarm clock precisely pulled Quan Xuanhe out of his deep sleep. His eyelids were heavy, and his body still felt a little tired from the indulgence, but he still had to film and couldn't be late.

Quan Xuanhe slowly opened his eyes and turned to look at the person next to him.

He carefully pulled his arm out from under Liu Zhimin's neck.

The girl was fast asleep, like a contented kitten, curled up obediently beside him, her cheeks still flushed with the pink of sleep, her breathing even and long, a few strands of hair clinging to her smooth forehead, rising and falling gently with her breath.

A very beautiful scene.

Kwon Hyun-hyuk made small movements, lifted the covers and got out of bed, turning around to pick up the clothes he had casually tossed on the sofa last night.

The rustling sound of dressing still disturbed the person in bed. Liu Zhimin rubbed against the pillow, mumbled something in a daze, and barely opened her eyes, her blurry vision catching sight of Quan Xuanhe fastening his belt.

"Hmm... oppa?" Her voice was heavy with sleepiness, muffled and indistinct, like she had a marshmallow in her mouth.

I didn't even have time to ask any further questions last night before Quan Xuanhe completely shut me down.

"It's still early, you can sleep a little longer, I'm going to film." Quan Xuanhe fastened his belt, walked to the bedside, leaned over, and casually pulled the blanket up to her waist to cover her bare shoulders.

His fingertips brushed against her warm skin, eliciting a soft groan from her.

Liu Zhimin half-opened her eyes, watching him neatly tidy himself up in the dim morning light and lazily reach out to grab his trouser leg with little strength, his fingers pinching a small piece of fabric.

"What time is it..." she mumbled softly.

"It's not even seven o'clock yet." Quan Xuanhe glanced at the cold light from his phone screen and casually turned on the bedside lamp.

The soft light illuminated a corner of the room and also Liu Zhimin's sleepy face. She immediately buried her face in the pillow in dissatisfaction, only revealing the back of her hairy head.

"Too early..." she protested, her voice muffled as she buried her face in the pillow.

Quan Xuanhe didn't reply, but was extremely efficient. He went into the bathroom, and soon the sound of the faucet could be heard.

Liu Zhimin listened to the sound of the flowing water and her consciousness became slightly clearer, but she didn't want to move at all.

She turned over, pulled the pillow next to Quan Xuanhe's side and hugged it to her chest. His scent still lingered on it, a comforting aroma.

"How long will the filming last today?"

She asked with her eyes closed, purely to make conversation; her mind wasn't fully engaged yet.

"If all goes well, we can wrap up this afternoon."

Kwon Hyun-hyuk's voice came from the bathroom, muffled by the sound of running water. He was quickly washing his face and brushing his teeth.

Liu Zhimin said "Oh," and rolled around on the bed again, hugging her pillow, like a silkworm wrapped in a blanket.

She sensed Kwon Seonhyuk coming out of the bathroom, his footsteps approaching the bedside. He seemed to stand by the bed for a moment, perhaps looking at her.

She didn't open her eyes, but mumbled, "Be careful on the road..."

Quan Xuanhe didn't speak. Liu Zhimin only felt a warmth on her forehead. His dry, warm palm gently touched her, his fingertips brushing against her skin. The movement was very light and had a soothing meaning.

"Go to sleep. If you don't have any schedules, you can sleep as long as you want." His deep voice sounded above her.

Liu Zhimin subconsciously rubbed against his palm, like a cat being stroked, letting out a soft, satisfied hum, and then his hand left.

She heard him pick up his phone and make a call, his voice low as he instructed the person on the other end: "I'm ready. Have the car come downstairs. Okay, I'll be right down."

Quan Xuanhe walked into the living room, where he could hear the sound of things being packed.

Liu Zhimin finally opened her eyes, lying on her side, looking at the tall and neat figure in the living room through the open doorway of the bedroom.

He was bending down to stuff the script into a bag, his movements swift and decisive, without the slightest hesitation.

Liu Zhimin just watched lazily, her eyelids drooping a little.

She watched as Kwon So-hyuk walked to the entrance and immediately left.

Liu Zhimin's face was half-buried in the pillow, the blanket covering her chin, only her eyes showing as she looked at him, her gaze hazy, filled with deep reluctance and languor. "I'm leaving." Quan Xuanhe turned and glanced at Liu Zhimin.

Liu Zhimin blinked, her voice soft and sticky: "Mmm...come back soon..." The last syllable was drawn out, like she was being coquettish.

Quan Xuanhe didn't say anything more, opened the door, and the slight click of the door closing was particularly clear in the quiet room.

The room fell completely quiet, with only the soft light from the bedside lamp and the gradually increasing noise of the city outside the window.

As Liu Zhimin listened to Quan Xuanhe's footsteps quickly receding into the distance until they disappeared completely, she hugged the pillow that still carried his warmth and scent, took a deep breath, and buried her face in it, nuzzling against it.

The bed was warm and cozy, so comfortable that it made my bones feel soft, especially after being satisfied last night. Lying in the bed with his scent was just so blissful.

Work? Getting up? None of that matters.

She sighed contentedly, adjusted to a more comfortable position, closed her eyes, and her consciousness quickly sank into a warm and dark dreamland.

Let's go find him after she wakes up...

Liu Zhimin drifted off to sleep again, as she always was a heavy sleeper.

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Quan Xuanhe opened the car door. It was already autumn, and the wind that was blowing was no longer warm, but rather chilly. He subconsciously tightened his coat.

Outside the film set, on a slightly flat open space, stood two incongruous yet humane things.

A brightly colored mobile coffee cart was steaming, and under the simple tarpaulin in front of the cart, several staff members had just walked away with hot drinks, their faces beaming with satisfaction.

The car was emblazoned with the words: "Fighting for the entire crew of 'Breaking the Tomb'! Thank you to senior Kwon Hyun-hyuk for your amazing care!"

The handwriting is lively, the tone is straightforward, and it reveals someone's consistent boldness.

Beside it, a striking roll-up banner stood against the wind. The photo was perfectly chosen—it was the ending scene of Kwon Heon-hyuk in "Although There's No Dish".

Lee Young-ji's support is understandable; after all, Kwon Hyun-hyuk gave her a gift, and it's normal for her to reciprocate with a token of appreciation.

When Kwon Heon-hyuk got out of the car, a staff member in charge of logistics immediately ran over with a steaming cup of coffee.

"Xuanhe, this is a support gift sent by Yongzhi. We've already informed everyone in the crew."

"Okay, I understand." He nodded, then, as if remembering something, walked to the coffee cart, had his assistant take a picture, and then sent it to Lee Young-ji.

It's a verification photo.

Lee Young-ji replied instantly, and Kwon Hyun-hyuk exchanged a few pleasantries with her before ending the chat.

Quan Xuanhe put his phone in his pocket, glanced at the film crew who were busy setting up equipment and preparing to start filming, and let out a long sigh of relief.

Let's shoot...

Liu Zhimin's visit to the set was within his expectations. After all, they hadn't been particularly busy lately, but they hadn't had an easy time either; their schedule had been just right.

I've been busy with my plans to expand into the US lately, and SM Entertainment has been providing me with a lot of resources.

However, there is no promise of a future return.

The internal struggle within SM Entertainment has reached a fever pitch, with the antagonism becoming increasingly apparent. As the company's newest and most cutting-edge product, aespa is being fiercely contested by both sides.

But at least these people were sensible enough not to take sides recklessly.

The most famous example of failure in this regard is arguably the future NewJeans.

Wanting to gamble and choose sides to gain opportunities that benefit oneself is not the problem. The key issue is whether one can bear the risks and costs of making choices.

Clearly, from the current perspective, they haven't.

Getting back to the main point, aespa's return, affected by the internal strife, has been delayed and remains in the process of being postponed again.

This has resulted in them not being busy now, and there may even be a period of downtime in the future.

A sliver of warm afternoon sunlight peeked through a gap in the heavy blackout curtains, landing directly on Liu Zhimin's eyelids.

She frowned, rolled over on the hotel bed, grabbed her phone which was charging on the bedside table, and turned it on. The screen showed it was a little after 3 p.m.

She squinted and tapped the pinned chat box, her fingers flying across the screen.

Yoo Jimin: Oppa~ Is it over? (ω`)
The message was replied almost instantly.

Kwon Hyun-hyuk: It's still early. It'll be evening.

Kwon Hyun-hyuk: You're awake? Order something to eat.

Liu Zhimin pouted, buried her face in the pillow that still smelled of him, and mumbled a reply.

Liu Zhimin: Okay (。-`ω-)
Liu Zhimin: Shall I come over to see you? Just to take a look, I won't bother you.

There was a pause of a few seconds on the other end.

Kwon Hyun-hyuk: Okay. When you get there, find your assistant and don't wander off.

Liu Zhimin perked up, threw off the covers, got out of bed, and quickly went into the bathroom to wash up. Her face in the mirror was flushed from sleep, and her hair was sticking up in the wind.

However, he looked radiant and his overall mental state was absolutely fantastic!

She looks radiant.

After washing up, Liu Zhimin put on her jeans and jacket from yesterday, grabbed her hat and mask, and went out.

The set was still busy. Kwon Heon-hyuk had just finished filming a take and was standing by the monitor listening to the director explain the scene.

He was wearing the iconic black outfit from the movie, with intricate Chinese character tattoos on his exposed arms, and his slightly furrowed brows showed his focus.

The assistant jogged over and whispered a few words in his ear.

Quan Xuanhe glanced at the edge of the set and immediately spotted the small figure.

Liu Zhimin wrapped herself up tightly, her black baseball cap pulled low, and a matching mask covering most of her face, leaving only her bright eyes visible.

She stood in the shadow of several large equipment cases, seemingly insignificant.

After listening to the director's instructions, Kwon Hyun-hyuk went over to find Yoo Ji-min.

"Why don't you find a place with chairs to wait?"

Liu Zhimin tilted her head back, her eyes curving upwards above her mask: "Can I see you clearly from here?"

Her voice was muffled, with a soft, sleepy tone and a hint of excitement at seeing him. Her gaze lingered curiously on the tattoo on his arm.

Kwon Hyun-hyuk raised his hand and gently tapped the brim of her hat with his knuckles: "Stay put. If you're hungry, have your assistant get you something to eat; there's a coffee cart over there."

"Okay." Liu Zhimin nodded obediently and urged softly, "Go on, the director is watching you."

Seeing this, the assistant brought Liu Zhimin a folding chair. Liu Zhimin thanked him politely, sat down, hugged her knees, and watched the changing lights, moving machines, and people running around in the room.

Time flowed silently amidst the hustle and bustle on set.

As darkness fell, huge lights came on, illuminating the area as if it were daytime.

Liu Zhimin was quite bored sitting there, so she lowered her head and started playing with her phone.

Because of the company's influence, she has been quite idle these past few days and has nothing to do.

Therefore, she wanted to stay on set for a few more days to spend more time with Quan Xuanhe.

She's looking to see if there's an opportunity in the next few days to quickly rise to a higher position.

Are there too many uncertainties about the future?

The rumors about him and Kim Jisoo that had surfaced in Yoo Jimin's mind when BLACKPINK made their comeback some time ago naturally came to mind again.

It was extremely urgent, and I felt like I was surrounded by enemies.

Liu Zhimin blinked, secretly plotting something.

(End of this chapter)