Peninsula: 72 Hours of Blind Dates

Just as Wu Haiyuan had expected, the refrigerator contained nothing but bottled water.

Even the simplest ingredients are hard to find for making bean sprout hangover soup.

Then it occurred to me that Han Xijun's family might not even have rice.

Sure enough, after searching the kitchen, I couldn't find a single grain of rice.

Let's order takeout.

There should be some soup restaurants nearby that are still open until around 10 a.m., and maybe even some that are open 24 hours.

Back in the living room, I took out my phone and started searching.

It must be said that the living facilities in the residential areas of Yongsan are more complete than those in many parts of Seoul.

You can easily find more than five restaurants that operate 24 hours a day on mobile apps.

It's probably because the people who can live in these high-end apartments in Longshan are all elite talents from large companies, and it's normal for them to work late into the night. That's why there are 24-hour restaurants catering to this group of people.

I ordered pork spine soup.

Of all the soup and rice dishes, Wu Haiyuan's favorite is pork rib soup rice. He thinks it tastes better than the bland beef or offal soup rice. He requested extra wild perilla powder, and the rice was complimentary. After ordering, Wu Haiyuan began to wait.

Sitting on the sofa in the living room.

The moment I put down my phone, I found myself spacing out.

My mind is filled with the scene that happened in Han Xijun's bedroom a few minutes ago.

Not only can he clearly recall every detail of the process, Wu Haiyuan can even combine these details to make connections that didn't happen.

He is truly an extremely talented screenwriter.

From the moment Han Xijun went to wash up and told Wu Haiyuan to rest in the room, the scenario Wu Haiyuan imagined was the opposite of reality.

In her imagination, she first sat on the edge of the bed, waiting idly, then wanted to test if the mattress was really soft. After lying down, she was suddenly overcome with fatigue and fell asleep without realizing it.

The lips have a tactile quality.

When I opened my eyes, Han Xijun's handsome face was blurry.

But his warm breath pattered on his face.

The touch of her lips came from Han Xijun. Their noses met, and the temperature in the bedroom was at least 30 degrees Celsius—in short, fiery hot.

Wu Haiyuan felt as if all his strength had been drained away in an instant.

It was just an instinctive response.

Gradually...

"Are you asleep?"

A gentle voice reached my ears.

Wu Haiyuan kept his eyes closed and didn't reply.

"Five hundred yuan, sleeping on the sofa with the window open will make you catch a cold."

That's not right.

There are obvious errors in the dialogue. Why would it mention opening a window or the living room sofa?

It's clearly in Han Hee-joon's bedroom...

My God. I suddenly opened my eyes.

Han Xijun was indeed in front of him.

But Han Xijun was standing at the corner of the coffee table, looking at him from a distance of about two meters.

I was truly asleep.

I even had a dream.

dream……

Pulling himself together, Wu Haiyuan subconsciously raised his hand to wipe the corner of his mouth.

Han Xijun smiled and asked, "What did you dream about?"

Wu Haiyuan denied it: "No, I wasn't dreaming."

"Then why are you wiping your drool?"

"What? Who? I don't know. Nobody knows."

Her flustered appearance amused Han Xijun. Han Xijun took two steps forward and sat down on the sofa.

His hair wasn't blow-dried, but there were no water droplets dripping from it either; it was just half-dry, a little messy, completely different from Han Hee-joon's usual neatly styled hair.

In Wu Haiyuan's eyes, Han Xijun with his bangs down looked like the real Han Xijun, the 21-year-old young man.

Yes, he's only 21 years old.

While others were still in university, he was already the head of a department in the Kakao Group.

Is that why Han Hee-joon usually dresses more maturely?

She was wearing a polo shirt, and her hair was styled in a neat, side-parted style.

Ding Dong

The doorbell rang.

Han Hee-joon asked, "Did you buy something?"

Wu Haiyuan habitually retorted, "Doesn't your doorbell usually ring?"

"No, it won't." "Oh, is that so?"

Ding Dong

"I really did order takeout."

As he spoke, Wu Haiyuan jumped up from the sofa, stepped over Han Xijun's long legs, and rushed towards the entrance with small, quick steps.

Han Xijun's smile never faded.

In real life, Wu Haiyuan is truly adorable in every way, and it's no exaggeration. No matter what he does, he can make Han Xijun laugh.

Just now, Wu Haiyuan hadn't come to his senses and forgot about ordering takeout. His leaping motion to open the door and his anxious little steps were quite adorable.

"Thanks"

Bang

After closing the door, Wu Haiyuan, carrying a takeout bag, went straight to the restaurant.

We ordered the pork rib soup for two people; it came in a very large and heavy box.

Wu Haiyuan was carrying it with one hand. Han Xijun thought that idol singers or people who dance often would not only have great physical strength but also strong lower body strength. He didn't expect that Wu Haiyuan had no weaknesses and was also very strong in the upper body.

"Come and eat."

Han Xijun smelled the aroma, got up, and slowly walked towards the dining room, asking, "Is this hangover soup rice?"

"Um"

"So your plan for today is to get me drunk at noon?"

"Huh? What did you say?"

Han Xijun pulled out a chair and sat down, staring at Wu Haiyuan, and said, "You said last night that you were going to get me drunk at noon today."

Wu Haiyuan is very busy.

He kept fiddling with things, his eyes darting around, never settling on anything.

He said, "Did I really say that?"

Han Xijun replied confidently, "You said that, and you even told Jiang Huiyuan that my alcohol tolerance is average, and that I would get drunk even faster if I drank a mixture of beer and soju."

"Me?" "Yes, you."

"impossible"

I'd like to try it too.

Wu Haiyuan placed the rice in front of Han Xijun.

Han Xijun was also helping out, putting the side dishes away and breaking the disposable chopsticks apart and then rubbing them together to remove any wood fragments that might have been left when the chopsticks were broken apart.

The free plastic soup spoon wasn't very convenient to use. Han Xijun originally wanted to get it from the kitchen, but Wu Haiyuan said it would work.

People from H country will always drink a sip of the soup first, regardless of whether the food is still bubbling.

Thankfully, the takeout wasn't scalding hot when it arrived, and Wu Haiyuan felt completely revived after taking a sip of the soup.

He sighed, but his hands didn't stop moving.

For several minutes, Wu Haiyuan didn't care where he was at all, and that Han Xijun was sitting across from him at the table.

Half of the rice disappeared instantly.

While gnawing on a large bone, Wu Haiyuan noticed that Han Xijun hadn't eaten much and said somewhat sheepishly, "You should eat too." Han Xijun placed the meat he had scraped off the top of his rice bowl in front of Wu Haiyuan and said, "I'm not hungry, you eat more. You've really lost weight lately."

"I'll be back soon, focusing on getting in shape."

"Isn't that too harsh?"

"No, idols are supposed to take care of their physique."

Your professional ethics are absolutely impeccable.

"That's right, I have a lot of professional ethics."

Eat more

"Wait, I'm currently managing my figure and will be making a comeback soon. I ate so much with Hye-won last night, and now I'm..."