Peninsula: A Max-Level Forward's Leisurely Life

Seoul Incheon International Airport, underground parking lot.

Lee Chi-hoon stuffed the last two enormous suitcases into the trunk of the van and dusted off his hands.

Beside him, Choi Sulli was already fully armed—a black mask and sunglasses, looking like an insecure koala, clinging tightly to his arm, refusing to let go.

"This girl always moves house like she's going out."

"Two suitcases, it looks like they're carrying the whole of Seoul."

The nanny van door closed.

The two passed through the VIP channel smoothly and boarded the plane without incident.

The first-class seats are so spacious that you can lie flat.

As soon as Choi Sulli sat down, she started looking around, just like a primary school student going on her first autumn outing, finding everything new and exciting.

The flight attendant brought over hot towels and champagne.

She thanked them politely, but her eyes remained fixed on the ground crew outside the porthole.

"Oppa, is Munich fun?"

She leaned closer, resting her head naturally on his shoulder, and began her usual barrage of questions, "Are there usually not many people shopping here?"

Lee Chi-hoon beckoned to the flight attendant and asked for two glasses of warm water.

"There's not much to see." He pushed the warm water in front of her, mercilessly bursting her bubble of expectation. "Besides beer halls all over the place, there are also shops selling sliced ​​roasted pork knuckles."

"Want to see street style photos? You should transfer me to Paris Saint-Germain, not Bayern Munich."

Choi Sulli pouted and grumbled in dissatisfaction. She turned her head away, not wanting to deal with this jerk anymore.

I got up too early this morning.

As soon as the plane leveled off, the initial excitement wore off, and the fatigue in my body surged up like a flood that had been released.

The legs, clad in white sneakers, dangled under the seat for a couple of moments before retreating somewhat restlessly.

Lee Chi-hoon glanced at her: "Are your legs sore?"

Choi Sulli snuggled closer to his neck, "Mmm—it's so sore." Her voice was like a kitten's whimper, sounding incredibly aggrieved.

"I was running around packing last night, and my thigh muscles are still sore."

Li Chixun didn't say anything, but directly placed his large hand on her slender calf.

Having undergone years of sports therapy, he had mastered the control of force. His warm palms gently kneaded her calf muscles, relieving her soreness.

He traced his hand up her calves, finally resting lightly on her flat stomach.

When a girl is out and about, high altitudes can easily cause stomach upset. The man's body heat seeped through her thin knitted sweater, providing a warm and comforting feeling.

It hadn't even been ten minutes.

The little peach in my arms, which had been chattering away just moments before, was now breathing evenly and deeply.

Li Chixun looked down.

-

Good guy

Sulli lay sprawled out in the chair, showing absolutely no concern for her image.

Its mouth was slightly open, and there was even a trace of glistening saliva on its right lip. It would occasionally smack its lips in its sleep.

"If those crazy male fans saw me sleeping like this..."

"They'll probably unfollow and turn against you on the spot."

Lee Chi-hoon not only didn't find it offensive, but actually quite pleasing to the eye with his unguarded appearance.

He pulled a thin cashmere blanket from the side and gently covered her with it. Then he took a tissue and wiped the drool from the corner of her mouth.

After doing all this, he lowered his head and gently touched her smooth forehead with his warm lips.

"Goodnight, Peach." His voice was very soft, and he himself was unaware of the tenderness in it.

After he adjusted his posture, closed his eyes, and drifted off to sleep.

The little girl in his arms, who had been snoring, quietly smiled in a way that was almost too sweet to bear.

Pretending to be asleep?

"This acting... it's a shame he doesn't win a Blue Dragon Award."

The transnational flight, which lasted more than ten hours, finally came to an end.

Munich International Airport, arrival hall. The cold air of early winter rushed in through the automatic doors.

Sulli was carrying a bright yellow backpack, and she looked like a butterfly that had finally broken free from its cocoon and been reborn.

On this foreign land, she completely let down her guard.

No need for masks or hats. They can just run around openly in the crowded streets.

"Oppa, hurry up!"

"I saw the sign said the exit was over there!"

She ran about ten meters, then cheerfully turned back and reached out to snatch the customs duty-free tote bag from his hand. After grabbing it, she jogged ahead to scout the way.

Lee Chi-hoon pushed the enormous suitcase with one hand, his pace remaining unhurried.

He took his phone out of his coat pocket and held it up with one hand.

The little girl in the video has a bright and unrestrained smile, and her bright yellow backpack stands out starkly in the dimly lit hall.

She ran while waving back, every frame looking like a meticulously retouched magazine.

He repeatedly tapped the screen with his index finger.

With a few clicks, several photos full of everyday life were saved directly to the bottom of the album.

Germans are known for their meticulousness and rigidity.

But several blond men pushing briefcases who were passing by also slowed down when they saw this lively Asian sprite.

Everyone couldn't help but smile kindly.

-

Clearly, I was infected by her energy.

Sulli was jumping around energetically when she suddenly noticed several smiling gazes fixed on her.

Only then did she belatedly realize that she had perhaps gone too far in public.

Her fair face flushed slightly, and even the tips of her tiny ears turned pink.

It quickly tucked its tail between its legs and ran back to Li Chixun's side, hiding behind his broad back and refusing to be seen.

The man had already seen through her predicament.

"Run! Why don't you keep showing off your girl group dance moves?" He pushed the box, his tone incredibly irritating.

Sulli stomped her foot in embarrassment and anger, then reached out and pinched his soft waist hard.

"Oh—you dare to laugh at me!" She raised her head, her watery peach blossom eyes filled with unreasonable coquettishness.

"I'm so happy because this is the first time I've gone out with my own man."

"I've been abroad before, what big scenes haven't I seen?"

"But only when I'm with you do I feel this carefree and happy."

A barrage of direct confessions...

"Who can withstand this?"

Li Chixun paused, taking a deep breath.

He gazed at the small face flushed pink with shyness, and his eyes burned with an intense heat. That kind of aggressive, masculine heat was breathtaking.

If it weren't for the constant flow of people in the lobby—

He would absolutely pin this clueless peach against the wall on the spot and kiss her until she was oxygen-deprived.

I felt that extremely aggressive gaze.

Instead of dodging, Choi Sulli hugged his arm even tighter, as if she wanted to melt into his body.

The two had just stepped out of the terminal building.

The black Mercedes-Benz van that the club had arranged in advance was already parked steadily on the side of the road.

The driver was a stern, old-fashioned German man who deftly stuffed all the luggage into the trunk.

The car started and smoothly entered the wide highway.

Choi Sulli leaned against the car window, curiously observing the unfamiliar street scenes rushing past.

Bavarian-style red and white pointed-roof buildings, outdoor wooden seats in beer halls that can be seen everywhere along the road, and roadside trees that look a bit desolate in the early winter wind.

Everything was so new and exciting.

"This is the core area of ​​Maria Square, which is usually very popular with tourists," Lee Chi-hoon said, leaning back in his chair and pointing to the landmarks outside the window.

"Just two blocks ahead is the black coffee shop I frequent during the offseason; the owner's hand-drip coffee skills are pretty good."

Choi Sulli listened with great interest.

My expectations have been raised to the maximum.

For the next two weeks, she would be living with the man she loved so much in this city.

Just thinking about it...

For a moment, the enclosed carriage seemed to be filled with sweet pink bubbles.

The half-hour drive ended quickly.

The car stopped in front of a three-story modern detached villa with a private garden.

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Lee Ji-hoon's long-term lease on a high-security private residence in Munich.

The door was pushed open.

Choi Sulli was stunned by the exaggeratedly high ceilings and the ultra-wide panoramic floor-to-ceiling window that took up an entire wall.

The style features a cool, minimalist industrial aesthetic, with custom-made sofas and furniture in black, white, and gray. It's clearly a cool and understated style for a single person's living space.

She tossed her bright yellow backpack onto the large sofa, nimbly kicked off her shoes, and began running around on the solid wood floor on the first floor, still wearing white socks.

"Wow—this is huge!"

I ran from the open-plan island kitchen to the fully equipped gym, and then climbed the spiral staircase with its metal frame to the master bedroom area on the second floor.

He touched the expensive-looking genuine leather lounge chair and curiously peered out the floor-to-ceiling window at the sleek garden lawn.

Lee Chi-hoon stood in the entryway, arms crossed.

Watching the little girl run around excitedly, it was like watching a small animal that had just entered new territory and was getting familiar with its surroundings.

He was in a great mood, and the smile in his eyes never faded.

After a long and fun-filled day, Little Peach finally depleted most of the energy she had replenished on the plane.

Choi Sulli ran back to the living room on the first floor and sat cross-legged on the wool carpet, panting. Lee Ji-hoon walked over and pushed the enormous, fully packed suitcase in front of her.

"Quickly pack all your junk inside."

Choi Sulli made a provocative face at him, then directly unzipped the suitcase.

The next two hours.

This once cold and empty bachelor apartment has undergone a complete renovation.

Those pink bear slippers with long rabbit ears were prominently displayed on the shoe rack by the front door.

On the black leather sofa, there's now a soft, strawberry-patterned plush blanket.

And in that ridiculously large bathroom.

On the washstand, Li Chixun's bottle of men's aftershave, with its cold, hard packaging, was mercilessly squeezed into the far corner.

It was replaced by a whole row of brightly colored, high-end skincare products and facial cleansers. There was also a bottle of shower gel with a distinct peach scent.

Looking at the messy state of his home, Li Chixun's forehead veins throbbed.

He verbally complained that she looked like a bandit who had robbed the area, but his hands were already busy cleaning up for her.

Not only did he bend down to help her sort and arrange the fragile glass cosmetic bottles on the table, but he also did so.

She even specially set aside a large portion of the walk-in closet's temperature-controlled space to hang the colorful dresses and women's clothing she brought.

When Sulli stuffed the last bag of seaweed chips and that incongruous bottle of Seoul specialty chili sauce into the double-door refrigerator—

This building, which maintained a "keep away" straight-male vibe for a full six months, has now completely collapsed.

The house now has a warmer, more inviting atmosphere.

After everything was tidied up, it was completely dark outside the window.

Sulli was truly exhausted this time.

She sprawled out on the sofa, completely unladylike, her arms and legs outstretched, not wanting to move at all.

But when her gaze swept around...

Looking at the two pairs of slippers of different sizes placed side by side in the entryway, and the two ceramic water cups, one pink and one black, casually placed on the coffee table.

A wave of satisfaction and joy washed over him, and he wore an undisguised, silly grin on his face, his eyes shining like stars.

I've been drifting in the cutthroat world of fame and fortune in the entertainment industry for so many years.

This was the first time she had truly felt this—

What is the real feeling of "marrying and living with your favorite oppa"?

This feeling—is absolutely wonderful.

Lee Chi-hoon came out of the kitchen, carrying two cans of white peach oolong sparkling water that he had just taken out of the refrigerator.

He pulled the metal tab with one hand and handed the can directly to her.

"Here you go, your special blend."

Choi Sulli cheered, took the can, tilted her head back, and took a big gulp, then comfortably squinted her eyes.

This huge corner sofa could easily fit seven or eight adults lying side by side.

But Li Chixun insisted on sitting down next to her, his tall figure taking up most of the space without any politeness. Arm to arm, leg skin touching, they were so affectionate that they didn't want to maintain any social distance at all.

On the huge screen hanging on the wall, Munich's local German evening news, which I couldn't understand, was being broadcast.

Choi Sulli tilted her head and leaned firmly against his broad, thick shoulder, feeling the hot body temperature emanating from the man beside her, as well as the pleasant woody scent.

"Oppa..."

She closed her eyes, as if afraid of disturbing the illusion, and murmured softly.

"These peaceful days feel like a dream."