Peninsula: These female celebrities are all so neurotic.

When Bae Joo-hyun returned from the restroom, she had reverted to her usual aloof demeanor.

She sat back on the sofa, crossed her legs, picked up her phone, and casually swiped through the names.

It was as if the woman who had been gesturing at him just moments before didn't exist at all.

This made Liu Zimu feel like he was being targeted by a ghost.

Although she was a very beautiful ghost, a ghost whose smile was like ice and whose madness was like fire.

And this ghost was my favorite Korean idol from my past life.

It's such a contrast!

"Seulgi, what time is your schedule this afternoon?" Bae Joo-hyun asked casually.

"Three o'clock." Kang Seulgi was stretching and didn't even look up.

"Hmm." Bae Joo-hyun nodded, then glanced at Liu Zimu, "Um, Liu Zimu-xi."

"Yes." Liu Zimu stood up straight subconsciously.

"Go buy us some coffee. I want an iced Americano, Seulgi wants a hot Americano, Wendy wants a vanilla latte, Sooyoung wants a caramel macchiato, and Yerin wants a hot cocoa."

"Okay, I'll be right there." Liu Zimu turned to leave.

"Wait a minute." Bae Joo-hyun raised her eyelids and glanced at him. Her eyes were very beautiful. "The company's internal coffee shop is at the end of the corridor on the second floor. Don't buy anything from outside, or the president will nag you again."

"I understand." Liu Zimu nodded obediently.

Kim Ye-rin suddenly raised her hand from the corner: "Unnie, it's his first day here, do you know where he is?"

Bae Joo-hyun didn't answer, but just glanced at Liu Zimu.

Liu Zimu suddenly realized: "I know, I'll find it even if I search the entire second floor."

Of course he didn't know.

But his intuition told him that if he said he didn't know, this woman coming along would definitely cause a lot of trouble.

This woman was either joking with him, or she was even scarier than Choi Sulli.

Kim Ye-rin said "oh" and continued unpacking her face mask.

Liu Zimu walked alone in the corridor, his steps growing slower and slower.

He had only met Bae Joo-hyun twice: the first time at his coffee shop, and the second time just now.

They exchanged no more than twenty sentences in total.

Why should she look at him like that?

I've seen that possessiveness in Choi Sulli's eyes. She expressed it openly and blatantly, as if she wanted the whole world to know.

But Bae Joo-hyun is different; she keeps things to herself and holds them back, just like the old A.

It only leaks out when no one is around.

That's even more terrifying.

The gun is easy to hide, and the dark arrow is hard to prevent.

Choi Sulli is the open weapon, Bae Joo-hyun is the hidden arrow.

Did she have a conflict with Choi Sulli, and then take the opportunity to get revenge on me to spite Choi Sulli?

"Calm down, calm down." Liu Zimu patted his face. "She's a fourth-generation beauty icon, the leader of a top girl group. How could she possibly retaliate against a stranger like me?"

As he walked, he counted his own strengths on his fingers.

I got stuck on the third one and couldn't think of the fourth.

"No, is she playing a joke on me? Like, she's just bored and making fun of the new assistant. Isn't that a common thing here in the peninsula? Besides, aren't all big stars like that? They're high and mighty, looking down on everyone, and they just tease you when they find it funny."

Liu Zimu convinced himself, and his heartbeat slowed down.

Your industry is truly filthy!

The peninsula is not worth it!

After wandering around, I found the internal cafe but didn't see any other celebrities.

He waited lazily for his coffee to come out, occasionally pointing out whose legs looked better.

We came to a quiet corner where there was little people.

He turned around.

Then he saw a ghost with its hands in its pockets, leaning against a pillar and watching him.

Liu Zimu almost threw his coffee away: "Bae Joo-hyun-ssi! What are you doing here?"

Bae Joo-hyun didn't answer, but slowly walked over, swaying unsteadily.

As she walked past him, she paused and glanced down at the coffee in his bag.

"Not bad, I didn't make a mistake buying it."

"It's alright, you know I own a coffee shop." Liu Zimu chuckled dryly.

Bae Joo-hyun looked up at him.

The two were very close, close enough that he could see the color of her lipstick, a very light mauve.

Then she laughed.

It wasn't the kind of smile he was familiar with; it was a teasing smile.

"Oh right, you own a coffee shop and know how to make coffee, so your hands must be pretty steady, right?"

Liu Zimu was stunned: "Huh?"

"Someone with steady hands should be good at massage, right?" Bae Joo-hyun tilted her head, and the vein in her neck was clearly visible.

Liu Zimu took a step back: "Bae Joo-hyun-ssi, I am a personal assistant, and personal assistants do not provide massage services."

"I didn't say I wanted you to give me a massage." Bae Joo-hyun took a step forward. "I just said your hands are very steady."

Are you playing word games with me?

The distance between the two was less than thirty centimeters.

Liu Zimu took another step back, his back pressed against the wall, with nowhere left to retreat.

Bae Joo-hyun reached out, took a cup of coffee from the bag, and took a sip.

"Hmm, it tastes good." She looked up at him, staring intently. "When did the coffee in this shop become so good?"

The atmosphere is off.

Liu Zimu wanted to leave, but Pei Zhuxuan blocked his way.

He moved to the left, and her shoulder tilted slightly to the left.

He went to the right, and she went to the right.

Like a cat teasing a mouse.

"Um, Bae Joohyun-ssi, the coffee's getting cold. Seulgi and the others are waiting for it."

"No rush." ​​She slowly sipped her coffee, her gaze never leaving his face. "When it's just the two of us, call me Noona! I just looked at your information. Although we're from the same year, you're three months younger than me."

"Nuna?" Liu Zimu turned his head. "I'm Chinese, I don't follow this kind of thing."

He cursed himself inwardly, thinking that this person was really strange.

Why did you come?

Why?

Faced with 50 million RMB, can't you have a backbone to say no?

"If you don't call me, I'll post on social media that you spied on me while I was changing clothes," Bae Joo-hyun said with a laugh.

Liu Zimu took a deep breath: "If you keep going like this, I have no choice but to quit!"

"You won't do it?" She suddenly leaned closer, very close. "I'll scream right now and say you flirted with me!"

"Bae Joo-hyun-ssi, please don't do this!" Liu Zimu looked up.

Then he muttered to himself, "Is he crazy?"

Bae Joo-hyun suddenly stood on tiptoe and hooked her arms around his clothes: "I'm a lunatic, you know, I've got you."

Liu Zimu's mind went blank for a moment, and he stopped being respectful: "Bae Joo-hyun, if you keep doing this, I'm going to yell and report you for harassment!"

Bae Joo-hyun's breath clung to his face: "Go ahead and scream! The more you scream, the more excited I get. Besides, do you think everyone will believe you or me?"

The moment remained frozen for ten seconds.

Only when she saw someone arrive did Bae Joo-hyun release him.

Liu Zimu immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

"Liu Zimu, you're Cui Xueli's boyfriend, and you suddenly appeared as our personal assistant." She lowered her voice very much, "Don't you find this interesting?"

"interesting?"

"It's very interesting." She nodded. "It's so interesting that I'm excited all over. I want to see what you're up to."

"I didn't intend to do anything," Liu Zimu felt it necessary to explain clearly. "I'm just here to work, really, I'll leave in seven days."

Bae Joo-hyun looked at him, her eyes full of disbelief: "What if I said I wanted you to stay a few more days?"

"..."

"You're blushing." Bae Joo-hyun smiled triumphantly. "So, I also want to see just how good and obedient you are that you can make Choi Sulli care about you so much."

Liu Zimu reached out and touched his face.

Damn, it's really hot.

Bae Joo-hyun turned around with satisfaction, picked up her coffee, and left.

After taking a couple of steps, he turned back and said, "By the way, Liu Zimu, remember to call me Nuna in private."

"And you just said you didn't want to give me a massage?" She blinked. "What if I insisted?"

She walked away.

Liu Zimu, carrying the coffee bag alone, had only two words on his mind.

It’s over.