Peninsula: 72 Hours of Blind Dates

Han Xijun had no idea what he was doing.

His mind was also completely blank.

No, to be more precise, the moment their lips touched, Han Xijun's forehead felt like it had been struck hard by a hammer.

My forehead feels heavy and burning hot.

They completely forgot everything around them.

All his actions were driven by instinct.

No one has ever taught Han Xijun how to kiss a girl.

Han Xijun hadn't searched for kissing techniques online either.

It's purely instinct.

This includes slowly closing your eyes and gently turning your head.

Wu Haiyuan kept his eyes open the entire time.

It wasn't that she didn't feel anything. It was that she hadn't accepted the reality that Han Xijun had kissed her.

Yes, a kiss.

Unlike a kiss that only touches the lips, Wu Haiyuan ultimately couldn't resist the sensation of his lips being pried open.

"Thump"

Han Xijun opened his eyes.

Looking down at Wu Haiyuan, who had suddenly collapsed to the ground panting heavily, he asked in bewilderment, "How did you fall?"

Wu Haiyuan touched his chest with his left hand.

I can only feel my heart rate now; it's at least 160 beats per minute.

There is air now.

Wu Haiyuan breathed in the air greedily.

She herself didn't know how she suddenly fell to the floor.

In that instant, all the strength drained from his body, his legs gave way, and he collapsed to the ground. Han Xijun was still asking, "Did you hurt yourself?"

Out of the corner of his eye, Wu Haiyuan saw a hand approaching him. He tried to stand up but couldn't muster any strength.

She let Han Xijun's hand pass through her armpit.

Wu Haiyuan lowered his head slightly and witnessed the whole thing.

All I could see was that the hands went through his armpits and then the forearms were bent backwards.

Immediately afterwards, a great force spread throughout my body, and I was lifted up like a little chick.

It seems familiar.

Did you dream about this scene?

With her center of gravity lightened, she was lifted up in Han Xijun's princess carry.

Wu Haiyuan didn't have time to think about where he had seen that scene before.

Turning her head, she looked at Han Xijun, who had picked her up, and asked, "What are you doing?"

Han Xijun replied, "I'll carry you to the sofa," and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Thankfully, it wasn't about carrying me to my room.

But the sofa is only a few steps away, do we really have to carry it in a princess carry?

I was gently laid down, my back sinking slightly into the soft sofa cushions.

That handsome face was right above me.

Wu Haiyuan quickly looked away.

I can't look Han Xijun in the eye anymore; it was because we looked at each other earlier that...

blah blah blah

A series of footsteps faded into the distance.

Wu Haiyuan slowly turned his head, his peripheral vision searching intently.

I didn't see Han Xijun; those footsteps just now were his.

Was he preparing something? Maybe he was worried about hurting himself and wanted to use a towel to apply a cold or hot compress?

It's really nothing.

If possible, Wu Haiyuan wants to leave Han Xijun's house now.

Unfortunately, I still couldn't muster any strength.

After trying a few times, Wu Haiyuan became a little scared. Could it be that he had actually injured a joint?

blah blah blah

The footsteps grew clearer.

Han Xijun turned back.

Wu Haiyuan wanted to ask Han Xijun for help, as she felt she should go to the hospital for a check-up.

Before he could say anything, Han Xijun squatted down next to the sofa.

Wu Haiyuan could see clearly that Han Xijun didn't have a wet towel in his hand, but rather a light blue envelope.

You could even hear Han Xijun muttering, "The process is right now, we can read it." Wu Haiyuan tried to call out to Han Xijun.

He opened his mouth.

There was no sound.

Wu Haiyuan panicked even more.

I have no strength left in my body, and now I can't even speak.

He might really be injured, really.

You can't even use your hands to gesture.

Wu Haiyuan struggled anxiously.

Han Xijun coughed to clear his throat, followed by, "When I first met you, I thought you were a very reckless person because you suddenly reached out to me, and I thought you were going to steal my laptop."

Wu Haiyuan was dumbfounded.

It turns out that the first impression she left on Han Xijun was that of a "robber".

That's insane. What brainless robber would spend a fortune on a first-class ticket, especially to rob someone on an airplane where they have no chance of escaping after stealing their loot?

How could someone as smart as Han Xijun not have thought of these things?

No wonder.

He immediately closed his laptop, took off his headphones, and turned to ask me warily if I needed anything.

Then Han Xijun continued, "You said you were recording a show with me, but I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Then you said you were a member of MNIX, a newly debuted girl group under JYP Entertainment. Although I didn't know the details, I refused."

"If the president hadn't called and said that I was asked to record a program to better promote the company's humanistic and corporate culture and benefits, we would have started dating anyway."

"You talk a lot, you're always chattering away, but at the same time you're the most lively and cheerful person I've ever met, unlike my classmates at school or my colleagues at work."

"I could tell you were very nervous and worried, especially when you were preparing for the Q&A session to get to know each other..."

Gradually, as Wu Haiyuan listened, he couldn't help but recall his experiences of those three days in the island nation.

"Coffee machine..."

Wu Haiyuan suddenly realized he could speak. His voice wasn't quiet, almost a growl, as he explained, "I thought it would be a self-service coffee machine like many scenic spots in our country, but it turns out to be a self-service ticket machine. If they have self-service ticket machines, why bother with a separate ticket information window?"

"Ticket information windows in our country all offer ticket purchase services, I really don't understand..."

Wu Haiyuan asked, "Was I speaking?"

Han Xijun said, "Otherwise what?"

"Can I speak now?"

"When did you stop being able to speak?"

Wu Haiyuan didn't reply, but instead forcefully raised his hand.

I have the strength again.

Han Xijun said, "You said it yourself, that I'm your boyfriend."

"what?"

"Don't you remember?" Wu Haiyuan pointed to himself and asked in confusion, "When?"

A hint of disappointment flashed across Han Xijun's face as he slowly said, "I was taking photos for three tourists from other countries, and they asked me to exchange Instagram contact information. You said I was their boyfriend."

I remembered.

Wu Haiyuan shrugged and said, "That was just for the sake of the show."

"I don't think it's for the show, anyway, you said yourself that I'm your boyfriend."

"It's really just for the show."

"Then why do you think I should keep helping you?"

"Well, that's because you're kind."

"I'm not kind, and I won't waste my time helping anyone. You've asserted your dominance, so you should take responsibility."

Wu Haiyuan simply looked at Han Xijun.

He is very serious.

He really had to take responsibility himself. He understood the meaning of the phrase "declaring sovereignty," having heard it from somewhere before.

I was subconsciously asserting my sovereignty at that moment.

But that was for recording a program.

No, that won't do.

Han Xijun asked, "What's wrong?"

Wu Haiyuan said, word by word, "I cannot agree to that."

Han Xijun didn't press for the reason why he couldn't agree, but instead stared into Wu Haiyuan's eyes.

It wasn't until their eyes met that Han Xijun finally spoke, saying, "Have you forgotten? I can read minds."