Peninsula: 72 Hours of Blind Dates

glance right and left.

Wu Haiyuan couldn't control himself either.

It looks ridiculous, like a thief has broken into the house.

Although she came to see Han Xijun, she was worried that she might suddenly wake him up.

What if Han Xijun is home?

What if he's sleeping in the bedroom?

It's not impossible.

Last night, I picked up and dropped off Jiang Huiyuan, who was drunk. Just from hearing Jiang Huiyuan mention Wu Haiyuan on the phone, I could tell that I must have been in big trouble last night.

In this situation, there is a 99% chance that Han Xijun will be tortured.

His physique.

Before they knew it, they had arrived at the door of Han Xijun's bedroom.

Hesitant. After standing there for about ten seconds, Wu Haiyuan muttered, "What's there to hesitate about? Of course, I should knock."

Raise your hand

dong dong dong.

I knocked on the door three times gently.

Through the door, Wu Haiyuan called out, "Han Xijun-xi, are you sleeping? Han Xijun-xi, can you hear me?"

Dong dong dong

I knocked for about a minute.

The room was very quiet.

"Phew~"

With a sigh of relief, Wu Haiyuan placed his hand on the doorknob of the bedroom door.

We can only go in and take a look.

Press it. The bedroom door is not locked.

After opening the door, peek inside through the crack.

The room was pitch black, even darker than the living room; to be precise, it was completely dark.

There are lights.

The switch is on one side of the door.

Almost every room is decorated and designed in this way, so Wu Haiyuan only needs to turn on the room light to have a clear view of the room.

But she didn't choose to turn on the room lights.

It's unclear what Wu Haiyuan was thinking at that moment, but he turned on his phone's flashlight and went into the room.

Without opening a crack, I slowly walked forward step by step.

The phone's light was quite bright in the dark.

I saw the bedside.

There was a pair of slippers by the bed. Wu Haiyuan had already deduced that Han Xijun was home and had been sleeping in the bedroom the whole time.

Thinking that the bedroom was really that soundproof, she knocked on the door and called out, but Han Xijun inside didn't hear her at all.

Or perhaps Han Xijun has been working too hard lately and finally had a day off, so he slept very soundly.

patter

The lights suddenly brightened.

look up

Wu Haiyuan's first reaction was to look at the bedroom light.

A voice reached Wu Haiyuan's ears: "Aren't you afraid of barging in like this?"

The gaze slowly descended.

Wu Haiyuan said, "I knocked but you didn't hear me, so..."

Before he could finish speaking, Wu Haiyuan froze on the spot as if he had been frozen by magic.

Han Xijun sat half-upright on the spacious bed, half of his body covered by the blanket.

He wasn't wearing pajamas.

Wu Haiyuan had known about her fair and tender skin for a long time.

After all, Han Xijun's job doesn't involve being exposed to the wind and sun; he's a high-level white-collar worker in a large company that many people envy, and he's a sophisticated social elite, just like in TV dramas.

Surprisingly, Han Xijun's muscle definition was so obvious.

Wu Haiyuan definitely didn't do it on purpose; his gaze just happened to fall on Han Xijun's chest.

It's muscle, not fat.

Further down, the abdominal muscles are also clearly visible.

He works out?

Impossible. Han Xijun said he wouldn't waste time on other things.

Can you have a body like this without working out?

Even less likely. Han Xijun's voice reached Wu Haiyuan's ears again: "I knew this moment would come last night. Not all the information on the internet is useless. It seems that the fitness training I've been doing lately has been worthwhile."

Wu Haiyuan murmured, "You've been working out?"

Han Xijun said, "Of course, I've been sticking to it for two months. Otherwise, how could I have such a figure? Before, although I wasn't fat, I didn't have any muscles either."

splash

Lift the blanket.

Wu Haiyuan subconsciously raised his hand to cover his eyes.

I'm just curious.

I might be lustful myself, I just didn't know it before.

Wu Haiyuan was peeking through his fingers.

Han Xijun got out of bed and walked to Wu Haiyuan, taking his hands away from his eyes and saying, "I'm your boyfriend, look at me openly, openly..."

"ah"

Wu Haiyuan screamed. He couldn't control himself.

Her hand is still on Han Hee-joon's abdomen.

It was Han Xijun who took the initiative to grab his hand and place it on him.

Although Wu Haiyuan could have broken free, he did not.

There must have been a hint in his mind.

This implies that Han Xijun is very powerful, and that struggling is futile.

It then moved upwards.

Finally, it stopped at the position where the heart was beating.

I could feel Han Hee-joon's heartbeat.

omg.

Wu Haiyuan kept his head down.

She dared not look. If she met Han Xijun's gaze, Wu Haiyuan didn't dare imagine what would happen next.

"that……"

His voice was trembling as he spoke.

My hand was suddenly released.

Then came the sound of footsteps fading away and Han Xijun saying, "I'm going to wash up first. If you want to rest a little longer, lie down on the bed. The mattress is very soft and comfortable."

Bang

Hearing the door close, Wu Haiyuan slowly looked up.

First, look at the bathroom door.

The glass was blurry; you could see a few shadows, but only rough outlines.

"Phew~"

I breathed a sigh of relief.

Wu Haiyuan looked at his right hand. This was the hand that had just been...

Place it over your heart.

dong dong dong.

My heart was pounding like it was on an unrestricted highway.

I glanced at the bathroom door again.

fine……

No, no, how could this be...

Wu Haiyuan, cheer up!

He was instantly caught in a dilemma, and two little figures actually perched on Wu Haiyuan's shoulders, debating what he should and shouldn't do.

Opportunity often comes in a fleeting moment.

If you miss it, you really miss it.

It was obvious they missed their chance. Wu Haiyuan didn't even stay in the bedroom, let alone sit down by Han Xijun's bedside.

If she actually sits down, Han Xijun, after washing up, might...

It could also be because she saw Han Hee-joon with wet hair coming out of the bathroom, still with those obvious muscle lines, and his body was still wet.

I dared not think about it any further.

Wu Haiyuan "escaped" from Han Xijun's room.

Anyway, Wu Haiyuan could never erase those scenes from his mind for the rest of his life, even though the scenes he encountered afterward were all imagined by Wu Haiyuan himself.

Isn't everything we imagine wonderful?

He quickly went to the living room.

I originally intended to draw back the curtains.

Thankfully, I realized what was happening and said "bixby".

"Please speak."

"Open the curtains." "Please wait a moment."

Splash!

The electric curtains, controlled by smart voice, slowly parted.

The light shone into the room, illuminating the entire space.

The window was opened.

The autumn wind caressed Wu Haiyuan's cheeks.

Only at this moment did Wu Haiyuan feel like he had come back to life.

The discomfort I felt from the alcohol has completely disappeared.

After enjoying the breeze for a while, Wu Haiyuan turned around and went back to the living room.

I want to do something, but I don't know what I can do.

Han Xijun's house is very clean.

Aside from a regular cleaning lady coming to clean the house every week, this apartment felt more like a hotel room to Han Xijun. He rarely spent time in the living room, and the 100-inch Samsung smart TV was more like a decoration.

Making breakfast?

Han Xijun definitely hasn't had breakfast yet.

Make a hangover soup.

I can make the simplest bean sprout soup, but I don't know if I have any ingredients in the refrigerator.

Wu Haiyuan strode towards the kitchen.

It's not that she wanted to play the role of a virtuous wife and loving mother; she just needed a hangover remedy to sober up, or rather, to calm down.