Peninsula: 72 Hours of Blind Dates

His face showed worry, even more anxious than when he was muttering about the ring.

Han Xijun noticed the change in Wu Haiyuan's expression, and the clever man had already made a guess.

Wu Haiyuan took out the gift that Han Xijun had prepared from the bag.

He held it in his hand and asked, "Is it a glove?"

Han Xijun then replied, "Hmm, couple gloves. Don't people wear gloves in winter? This kind of gift won't stand out."

I flipped through it.

It really is a glove.

But these are not ordinary gloves.

"A brand name?"

"It can't break after wearing it a few times, and it's not expensive."

"How much?"

Han Xijun paused and said, "It's really not expensive." Wu Haiyuan said somewhat disbelievingly, "This brand's products are all very expensive. I went shopping with the members at the beginning of the year, and a pair of socks cost more than 3 hwon. It's unbelievable."

Han Xijun is smiling.

He really liked the pragmatic Wu Haiyuan.

A pair of socks is indeed not worth that much money.

However, gloves are different. Or rather, these gloves are Han Xijun and Wu Haiyuan's first pair of matching gloves, so they cannot be simply measured by brand and value.

Han Xijun's reason for buying it was simple: the brand's products were highly durable.

Expensive things often have only one drawback: they are expensive.

Wu Haiyuan, holding up the gloves, asked, "Mine are white, and yours are black?"

Han Xijun turned to look at Wu Haiyuan and said, "If you like black, you can wear black. At worst, when I wear white gloves, a bit of my palm will show. It's okay, it won't be cold holding hands."

"Wow, when did you learn to say things like that?"

"I thought you would say, 'How could you let me get cold?'"

"You learned it online?" "That's what it says online."

Wu Haiyuan put on white gloves.

They don't have any special design; they're just high-quality gloves that fit well and allow for dexterity.

He placed his hands in mid-air, spread his fingers, and shook them a few times, asking, "Does it look good?"

Han Xijun said, "It's alright. There were other designs available, but the quality wasn't as good as this one, so I chose this one."

As Wu Haiyuan took off his gloves, he said, "Actually, this kind of practical gift is much better than flowers and other gifts that pursue romance but are not practical, really."

After arranging the gloves, Wu Haiyuan took out his phone.

They set up the photos from several different angles, but Han Xijun couldn't understand them anyway. Wu Haiyuan was taking the photos very seriously.

Han Xijun continued, "Practical gifts are more meaningful. Like delicious food, after all, you eat it, know how it tastes, and enjoy it. Also, gifts that can be used are said to be the best because every time you use a gift, you think of the person who gave it."

"Yes, that's right, you found the correct information online this time."

Han Xijun continued, "So, I also plan to give you a practical gift for your birthday."

Wu Haiyuan paused for a moment, put his phone on his glove, turned to look at Han Xijun, and asked, "My birthday? It's still early. I don't really need a gift for my birthday, really." "Hey, I need you to give me a gift, so I'll give you one first."

"you……"

"And now, my Christmas present."

Wu Haiyuan stammered, "How can you be sure I also prepared a gift for you?"

Han Xijun said confidently, "Because you are Wu Haiyuan."

Wu Haiyuan didn't understand what it meant.

So what if I am Wu Haiyuan? Does that mean I will definitely prepare a gift just because I am Wu Haiyuan?

Wu Haiyuan shrugged and said, "You saw me get on the bus; I didn't take anything with me."

Han Xijun knew that Wu Haiyuan was "teasing him".

Since that's the case, Han Xijun didn't stand on ceremony and slowly said, "I know, having you by my side is the best Christmas gift, so have you booked a hotel for tonight? The Grand Hyatt Hotel in Namsan has a nice environment."

As expected, Wu Haiyuan immediately retorted, "What are you saying?"

Her cheeks were flushed. I don't know if it was because the car's air conditioning was too hot or because she was shy.

Han Xijun laughed and said, "So you can take the gift out of your bag now."

Wu Haiyuan asked curiously, "How can you be so sure?"

Waiting for the red light.

Han Xijun turned to look at Wu Haiyuan.

Wu Haiyuan felt a chill run down his spine.

That look in his eyes was exactly the same as the look Han Hee-joon gave him when they first met and were about to record a program together.

It really has a "terrifying" feeling of being completely seen through.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

Before Han Xijun could speak, Wu Haiyuan added, "Never say cheesy pickup lines. The day we nmixx had our first live stream, I said some cheesy pickup lines to the fans and they laughed at me for a long time."

"I learned it from you. Although many of the Chinese fans who watched the live stream that day immediately understood the cheesy pickup lines I said, it was still too... anyway..."

Han Xijun waited until Wu Haiyuan finished rambling before speaking, "You're wearing a white scarf today." Please remember the only official website for this novel: www.deqixs.org. This is the only website; other websites may be discontinued at any time.

Wu Haiyuan touched the scarf.

At this moment, Wu Haiyuan was already panicking.

Han Xijun really has a knack for reading people's minds.

How did he figure it out that I didn't intend to give him a gift?

Han Xijun continued, "It doesn't look like it was bought. You wrapped it around twice, so the length seems a bit off."

Wu Haiyuan chimed in, "So?"

Han Xijun said, "If I'm not mistaken, you knitted the scarf yourself, and you knitted two. One is the white scarf you're wearing now, and the other is a bit longer, it's black, and that's mine."

"Wow, wow, wow!"

Wu Haiyuan didn't know how to react.

Han Xijun smiled confidently and continued driving, saying, "Put on your scarves before you get out of the car, and our outfits will be complete for today."

"Look, I'm wearing a long black down jacket, and you're wearing a long white down jacket, hat, mask, gloves, and scarf. Your outfits are no different from anyone else's on the street, so you can relax and have fun as you please." Wu Haiyuan looked out the car window.

The car had unknowingly driven to the silkworm room.

There were more pedestrians on the street than in the places we had passed before, and they were all heading in the same direction.

Just as Han Xijun had described, their attire consisted almost entirely of long black and white down jackets, hats, masks, and gloves.

Eight out of ten people dress like this.

Most importantly, they were almost all couples.

What's in the silkworm rearing room?

Wu Haiyuan was genuinely surprised; shouldn't they have gone to places like Myeongdong or Hongdae?

She asked Han Xijun, "Why are you here at Jamsil?"

Han Hee-joon's answer was flawless: "A date."

Wu Haiyuan then asked, "Is there a concert by an artist today? I haven't heard of it. EXO? The first snow concert? No way."

The reason I thought of a concert was because there's an Olympic Park in Jamsil. Since Han Hee-joon didn't respond, it's probably not him.

Wu Haiyuan clapped his hands and said, "I know, we're going to Hanjiang Park, right? I guessed right."

The possibility is very high for Hanjiang Park.

Moreover, Hangang Park in Jamsil is the largest and a popular spot for dates.

Although it was snowing lightly, it didn't stop people from taking a walk in the park and eating steaming hot ramen, hot dogs, stir-fried rice cakes, and fish cakes.

It's Christmas today, and there might be a lot of events at Hanjiang Park.

Wu Haiyuan was absolutely certain that he had guessed correctly.

The problem is, the car was still going straight; if it was going to Hanjiang Park, it should have turned left just now.