Peninsula: 72 Hours of Blind Dates

"sweet!"

The last image that remains in my memory is of Jiang Huiyuan standing unsteadily by the roadside, pointing at a certain place and saying this with a grin.

What exactly is this sweetness?

Wu Haiyuan rubbed his temples, unable to remember anything clearly.

I'm curious about how I ended up in my dorm room.

I drank a mixture of soju and beer.

By the way, this kind of liquor is called "cannonball liquor". It was Wu Haiyuan's first time trying it. The taste and texture were better than drinking soju or beer alone, and there was no irritating reaction when drinking it.

Was drunk?

This is the only possibility I can think of.

The problem is, how did the drunk person get back to the dorm on their own, and what about Jiang Huiyuan...?

I fumbled around on the bed for a while. I finally grabbed my phone, which was under the pillow. The screen unlock button had only 31% remaining.

Wu Haiyuan would feel uneasy if her phone usage dropped below 50%, but at this moment she couldn't care less and sent Jiang Huiyuan her recent call log.

Many things were overlooked, including the time displayed on the phone screen and the nickname saved in the call log.

Doodle

After waiting for a long time, Wu Haiyuan kept repeating, "Answer the phone, Jiang Huiyuan, answer the phone!"

No one answered the first call.

Wu Haiyuan got out of bed, took the phone, and walked out of the room.

bathroom.

Looking at himself in the mirror, Wu Haiyuan felt no remorse or regret. Instead, he continued dialing Jiang Huiyuan's number while quickly washing up.

If Jiang Huiyuan doesn't answer the phone, Wu Haiyuan will really have to call 119 to report it to the police.

Doodle

Just as the second call was about to automatically end due to lack of answer, a soft "uh-huh" came from the other end. With toothpaste foam still at the corner of his mouth, Wu Haiyuan stopped brushing his teeth and called out, "Huiyuan, where are you? Are you alright?"

The voice on the other end of the phone was muffled; I could roughly make out that the person was sleeping, had a headache, and was thirsty.

Wu Haiyuan continued to press for answers.

Now that she was more lucid, Jiang Huiyuan spoke more clearly. She wondered where she was; it looked like a hotel room.

After muttering to himself for a while, Jiang Huiyuan breathed a sigh of relief and said, "I remember now, I'm at the hotel."

Are you alone? Are you alright?

"It's nothing, I just feel unwell from being drunk."

"That's good, that's good. But did I take you to the hotel last night?"

"No, you were drunk last night. I remember it was Han Xijun who came over."

"Han Xijun?"

"Well, after picking us up, you took me to the hotel first, and then you took me. Are you at your dorm or at Han Xijun's house?"

"I'm in the dorm." "Oh, I remember last night on the street you insisted Han Xijun carry you, and..."

Wu Haiyuan quickly interrupted, "Okay, I understand. You get some rest. There's water in the hotel room."

Are you going to Han Xijun's house?

"You know?"

"You said it last night when we were drinking, that we'd go straight to Han Xijun's house today."

Wu Haiyuan truly couldn't remember what he had said, and worried that he might have said those things to Han Xijun as well.

Fortunately, Jiang Huiyuan told Wu Haiyuan that when Han Xijun arrived, they were all drunk, and Wu Haiyuan had been joking around with Han Xijun without saying anything else.

"It's almost 10 o'clock!"

Upon hearing this, Wu Haiyuan noticed the time on his phone screen.

I thought it would be at most 7 or 8 in the morning.

Even when drunk, the biological alarm clock doesn't easily change.

Wu Haiyuan usually wakes up at 7 or 8 o'clock sharp. Although he doesn't get up immediately, he's gotten used to this biological alarm clock. But he slept until almost 10 o'clock in the morning.

"I'll talk to you later, I'll contact you then."

I quickly hung up the phone, spat out the toothpaste foam, turned on the hottest water to rinse my mouth, and then washed my face with the water.

Feeling it still wasn't working, Wu Haiyuan turned on the shower again.

Taking a shower and washing my hair, the whole process was completed in just a few minutes.

I dried my hair, didn't have time for skincare, put on some light makeup, changed my clothes, and made sure everything was okay before heading out.

In the elevator, Wu Haiyuan couldn't help but sigh that he was lucky to have a good foundation.

If your natural features aren't good, then even light makeup won't do much good.

If you have a good base, light makeup is almost like bare-faced makeup. You will definitely look more energetic than if you had no makeup on, but it will look like you are not wearing any makeup at all, which will have a surprising effect.

We took a taxi straight to Longshan.

r apartment.

Wu Haiyuan registered her visit at the entrance. She remembered the access control.

When Han Xijun first took Wu Haiyuan to his home, Han Xijun told him all about the building's access control and the main gate's password.

The elevator slowly ascended.

The floor has been reached.

The elevator doors opened.

Wu Haiyuan "familiarly" turned left and arrived at Han Xijun's door.

After thinking for a moment, Wu Haiyuan rang the doorbell first.

The surprise I had planned was already accomplished by simply standing at the door.

When Han Xijun opens the door and sees me, he'll definitely be stunned and wondering why I'm showing up at his door without saying hello.

All Wu Haiyuan needed to do was urge Han Xijun to quickly wash up, change his clothes, and then come out with him.

When they arrived at the restaurant, Wu Haiyuan told Han Xijun that the two families were actually having lunch together, and that Han Xijun would definitely be shocked.

These events that didn't actually happen—the images actually appeared in Wu Haiyuan's mind. It must be said that Wu Haiyuan has a very strong visual thinking ability.

With that kind of talent, even if she didn't become an idol singer, she could still succeed as a screenwriter or writer.

In reality, Wu Haiyuan received no response after ringing the doorbell.

He frowned slightly.

Wu Haiyuan was worried that Han Xijun might also go to work during the Mid-Autumn Festival holiday.

Han Xijun said on the phone yesterday that he needed to wrap up some work and would definitely be taking a vacation.

Could it be that Han Xijun's arrival in the minister's carriage last night delayed your work, which is why you're going to the company today to catch up on your work?

If that were the case, it would be like lifting a stone only to drop it on one's own foot.

All the plans fell through.

Raise your hand.

Wu Haiyuan touched the combination lock.

Tap your finger lightly. The 6-digit password is Han Xijun's birthdate: 030619.

The word "younger brother" popped into my mind.

Han Xijun is definitely a younger man, about 4 months younger than me.

I never imagined that one day I would have the chance to have a younger boyfriend.

The door opened.

Pulling the door shut, Wu Haiyuan peeked inside.

It was pitch black.

A pair of sneakers were placed at the entrance.

Han Xijun always wears sneakers to work, so what about at home?

Filled with doubt, Wu Haiyuan cautiously entered the house.

Why wouldn't Han Xijun react if he was home?

Didn't you hear the doorbell? That's unlikely.

His biological alarm clock should also be around 7 or 8 in the morning.

When we met, we were filming a program in Japan. Han Hee-joon also got up very early and looked very energetic.

Not knowing what was going on, Wu Haiyuan, carrying a backpack, took off his shoes and walked towards the room wearing only socks.