Peninsula: These female celebrities are all so neurotic.

Recording has resumed.

Liu Zimu huddled at the back of the staff, his body limp, wanting nothing more than to be a lump of warm, useless flesh.

He took out his phone, and sure enough, the internet was already buzzing with discussion.

Liu Zimu glanced at it a few times, then put the phone back in his pocket and didn't want to look at it anymore.

The feeling of being roasted over a fire is very hot.

He suddenly started missing Choi Sulli, that crazy woman.

Although she was crazy, at least she truly considered herself her everything.

Park Soo-young slipped over for a drink during a break in filming and glanced at him, saying, "Oppa, your face looks a little pale."

"My face is naturally fair," Liu Zimu said softly.

"It's not that kind of white, it's an unnatural white. Are you tired?" Park Soo-young lowered her voice. "Did Sulli unnie contact you?"

"not yet."

"She definitely saw it, and she didn't blame you. I told you you were making a fuss over nothing." Park Soo-young's tone became uncertain. "Did you do something to offend her?"

Liu Zimu felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up.

He knew that Choi Sulli wouldn't really do anything to him, but a woman's crying, tantrums, and threats of suicide were still a headache.

Just then, my phone rang.

It was a video call from Choi Sulli.

Liu Zimu's hand trembled. He glanced at Bae Joo-hyun, who was recording the show, but didn't look at him at all.

He took a deep breath, walked to a secluded corner behind the filming location, and answered the call.

Suddenly, Choi Sulli's face appeared right in front of me on the screen.

She looked like she had just taken a shower; her hair was still wet, and she was wrapped in a towel, leaning against the headboard of the hotel bed, her face glowing white.

His face didn't show anger, but rather a sense of grievance.

"Oppa~~~" The voice trailed off, the coquettish ending like a hook.

Liu Zimu's heart softened, and he wanted to slap himself again.

What's so soft about it? This is just a sugar-coated bullet of capitalism.

"Truth, how are you doing over there? Is filming tiring?"

"Not tired."

"That's good. When are you coming back?"

Sulli didn't answer. She stared at the screen, her eyes slowly reddening: "Oppa, why were you there? Why were you next to Bae Joo-hyun?"

She came, and then cried.

Liu Zimu's Adam's apple bobbed: "It was an older woman who asked me to help her out by temporarily filling in for her for a few days as their temporary assistant."

"What sister?" Choi Sulli's tone changed; she was no longer acting coquettishly, but rather like a prosecutor questioning someone.

"It's someone I've known before, really, just seven days, and today is already the second day."

"Then why are you with Bae Joo-hyun?"

Looking at her slightly reddened eyes, Liu Zimu suddenly understood why she was uneasy.

This woman has already died once in her mind, and she knows that she has a special idol complex for Bae Joo-hyun.

She had finally found someone like her and was afraid of losing them again.

But I haven't done anything, and now I just want to stay as far away from Bae Joo-hyun as possible.

Of course, the kiss with Park Chae-young was forced by the system, so I can't talk about it.

Saying it out loud would be like starting a world war.

"I wasn't with her," Liu Zimu said. "It was just a work relationship. She was recording a video and I was standing next to her handing her water, that's all. If you don't believe me, I'll quit right now."

Choi Sulli sniffed and shook her head: "No need to resign. I have to keep my promise to others."

"Then can you please stop crying?" Liu Zimu asked weakly.

"I wasn't crying!" she glared at him. "I just missed you."

Liu Zimu smiled, and his heart softened.

"It's true, it really only lasts five days. After five days, I'm going back to open my coffee shop and I'm not going anywhere else."

"real?"

"real."

Sulli sniffed again and whispered, "Oppa, I'm so scared."

"What are you afraid of?"

"I'm afraid Bae Joo-hyun is prettier than me."

What kind of talk is that? Liu Zimu was stunned for a moment, then scratched the back of his head: "I don't know who is prettier than whom, but I'm more used to being with you."

Sulli burst into laughter through her tears: "Oppa, you're an idiot."

"It's enough that I'm your man." Liu Zimu rarely acted so cheesy.

Choi Sulli laughed, a laugh that was both ugly and beautiful: "Oppa, I should be your woman, your little peach."

"Okay, you're my woman." He suddenly lowered his voice, "Everyone here is busy, and I'm just a temporary personal assistant. If other people see me chatting with you, it'll cause a big incident. How about I hang up now? You should get some rest too."

"No, I want to look at you."

This is the second disturbance.

Liu Zimu sighed, raised his phone, and pointed it at the filming location behind him, turning it around: "Look, this place is full of staff, where can I run to?"

Choi Sulli reluctantly hummed in agreement: "Then you're not allowed to look at Bae Joo-hyun after you hang up, but you can look at other people."

"I won't look at anyone."

"I don't believe you! You used to love looking at beautiful women."

"Hey, since you already know, why are you asking me? I was just looking!"

Choi Sulli was silent for two seconds, then the corners of her mouth slowly curled up, and she smiled slyly: "Oppa, there's a hair on your neck."

Liu Zimu looked down at his collar but found nothing.

"Just kidding." Choi Sulli's laughter was crisp.

Liu Zimu smiled too, but as he smiled, his eyes welled up with tears. This was one of the reasons he liked her.

"It's the truth."

"Oppa, why are you so affectionate?"

"I'll wait for you to come back."

"Okay." Sulli smiled, her eyes crinkling, and made a heart shape with her hands towards the camera. "Oppa, saranghae."

After hanging up the phone, Liu Zimu stood in the corner, took out a cigarette, put it in his mouth but didn't light it.

Under the streetlights was a dim circle of light, like the prison he had drawn for himself in this unfamiliar city.

After that phone call, I felt less tired; it was probably because of the tears from Choi Sulli that made me feel better.

Unbeknownst to him, a woman quietly emerged from the shadows.

He threw away the unlit cigarette and turned to walk back.

The night is deep.

The recording is finally over.

It was almost midnight when Liu Zimu escorted Bae Joo-hyun and Park Soo-young back to their dormitory.

Park Soo-young jumped out of the car first and waved to him: "Oppa, be careful on the road."

Bae Joo-hyun was the last to leave.

The car door opened, and she stepped out with one leg, then pulled it back in, leaving only two people in the carriage.

She had a beautiful face, but he wasn't in the mood to appreciate it.

"Liu Zimu," she called him by his full name, "Have you finished your call?"

Liu Zimu's heart tightened. When did this woman see this?

No, she was recording the whole time, how could she have seen it?

But given her keen sense of self-detection, he felt that no matter where he hid, he couldn't escape her eyes.

Thinking about this, cold sweat began to pour down my back.

Yandere, back off! Back off! Back off!

"What call?"

"You slipped away halfway through."

"I'm going to the restroom."

Bae Joo-hyun stared at him for two seconds, and the corners of her mouth slowly turned up.

"You're lying. If you don't tell me today, I'll stay in the car."

Liu Zimu took a deep breath. He knew that she wouldn't leave unless he made things clear with this yandere.

"It's my girlfriend's phone number, Choi Jin-ri. Can't I contact my girlfriend anymore?"

Bae Joo-hyun narrowed her eyes slightly.

She suddenly leaned in, very close, close enough for him to see the powder on her eyelashes and smell the faint floral scent on her body.

"Did she tell you not to hang out with other pretty women?" Her voice was so low that only the two of them could hear. "Then am I considered a pretty woman?"

Liu Zimu's back was pressed tightly against the seat, with nowhere to retreat.

Bae Joo-hyun suddenly reached out, pinched his chin, and gently rubbed his lips with her thumb. The movement was very light and gentle, but her tone instantly turned cold. "You have a scar on your lower lip. You didn't have it yesterday."

That woman has a sharp eye.