Peninsula: I'm the Top Streamer

Chapter 681 Secretly

First, never act impulsively.

Secondly, Liu Zhimin forgot the first.

Over the next few days, Liu Zhimin really settled down on the set, sticking to his side like a personal assistant every day.

But she handled things very well.

I know exactly what I should and shouldn't do, and I won't cause trouble for others.

When Kwon Heon-hyuk was filming, she would huddle in a corner away from the camera and the crowd, wrapped in a big coat, with her hat pulled low, holding a water cup or a tablet, waiting for him.

Occasionally, she would look up and glance at Quan Xuanhe through the busy crowd, until he caught her gaze. Then she would raise her eyebrows slightly and smile through her mask.

After filming wrapped up, she would magically reappear just as Kwon Heon-hyuk was catching his breath.

"Oppa." The voice wasn't loud, but it was impossible to ignore.

Quan Xuanhe had just received the script from his assistant and hadn't even had a chance to look at it when he saw Liu Zhimin holding a thermos cup, unscrewing the lid and bringing it to his lips, blinking at him.

Seeing Liu Zhimin's proactive and attentive manner, he grinned, reached out and took a sip.

Liu Zhimin watched him drink water, then took the glass from him without disturbing him. Seeing that he was discussing the plot with Kim Go-eun, she stood quietly to the side.

I listened carefully, but I don't know if I understood anything.

Liu Zhimin would also quietly hand hot drinks or snacks to Lian Quanxuanhe's assistant, whispering that he had worked hard.

Even the assistant is taken care of with thoughtfulness; even the assistant is won over.

Kwon Hyun-hyuk and Kim Go-eun were engrossed in their discussion, while Yoo Ji-min stood quietly to the side.

"Hey, Xuanhe, is this your girlfriend?"

"Em, how should I answer that?"

After Liu Zhimin walked away, Jin Gaoyin looked at Quan Xuanhe and asked with a smile.

She remembered that Kwon Hyun-hyuk had a close relationship with Han Hyo-joo, so why was he hanging out with a young girl now?

This is basically a relationship that everyone who understands knows, right?

"Actually, we have a very good relationship."

Faced with Kim Go-eun's mischievous gaze, Kwon Hyun-hyuk smiled and could only say that.

His official girlfriend is Zhao Meiyan, but it's almost meaningless now.

However, no one else was in a superior position, and the magnanimous Zhao Meiyan maintained her status.

"You two have a good relationship, I see, Arasso."

Seeing his reaction, Kim Go-eun knew what he meant, smiled, and said no more.

Meanwhile, Liu Zhimin, who was some distance away, turned around and looked at Quan Xuanhe, who was chatting with Jin Go-eun. She rested her chin on her hand and glanced at him casually.

Quan Xuanhe, who felt Liu Zhimin's gaze again, turned his head to look at Liu Zhimin, raised his face and smiled at her.

"Ready, start filming!"

The production assistant shouted, and the scene sprang back to life, with equipment being readjusted in preparation for filming.

Kwon Heon-hyuk and Kim Go-eun quickly got into character and began seriously filming the movie.

Both of them took this movie very seriously and believed it would be a huge hit later on.

This confidence comes from Kwon Hyun-hyuk, not from anyone else.

He now possesses the ability to convince others, which speaks for itself; this is his aura.

Time flies, and the crew maintained a high level of efficiency in filming from day to night.

It was nearly midnight when we finished work, and the air was bitterly cold.

Quan Xuanhe walked over, looking exhausted, and saw Liu Zhimin sitting on a small stool with her knees drawn up to her chest, her head nodding like a sleepy little bird.

Even on such a busy film set, she could still fall asleep.

Hearing footsteps, Liu Zhimin suddenly looked up, rubbed her eyes, and saw Quan Xuanhe walking towards her. She immediately stood up.

"finished?"

She looked around at the film crew packing up their things and asked Quan Xuanhe in front of her curiously.

"It just ended, let's go back!"

"kajia!"

Finally, they finished work and Liu Zhimin got bored. She went up to him, nudged him with her head, and then pushed him forward with her body.

Seeing Liu Zhimin's anxious look, Quan Xuanhe chuckled and followed her lead, walking back.

What do you want to do tonight?

As the two walked towards the van, Kwon Hyun-hyuk looked down at Yoo Jimin, who was walking beside him, and asked her a question.

She's truly willing to stay by your side so tenderly; it makes you feel so sorry for her.

"want."

No one knows what Liu Zhimin was thinking. When she looked up, her face flushed slightly with shyness. Then, she gently bit her soft lips and replied in a clear and decisive voice.

?

Quan Xuanhe blinked, looking at her expression, and then he understood what she meant.

Not sisters.

"Can you stop having all this stuff on your mind?" Quan Xuanhe reached out and tapped her forehead, saying with a smile.

"what?"

Liu Zhimin was taken aback, then thought she had misunderstood. She was still thinking that Quan Xuanhe was asking so directly, which made her feel a little embarrassed.

It turns out she misunderstood the emphasis of the sentence.

"Oh, oppa, you didn't ask properly."

Liu Zhimin couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed, so she grabbed his arm and started shaking it to express her shame and indignation.

"Okay, then I won't work tonight."

what?
That's not OK.

Liu Zhimin angrily punched him with her small fist and gave him a threatening look.

How is this possible?

She hasn't had it for very long.

The nanny van drove into the hotel's underground parking garage.

The car door slid open, and Quan Xuanhe got out first, followed closely by Liu Zhimin, who tugged at the hem of his coat.

The elevator ascended silently, with only the two people's soft breathing filling the enclosed space.

Liu Zhimin turned her head to look at him, her eyes shining brightly under the brim of her hat.

"I didn't expect that senior Choi Min-sik would be so easygoing. I thought he would be very serious."

"So fine."

"Yes, I wish all the senior figures were like that."

"As long as you're famous enough, there's no problem."

Liu Zhimin was still muttering about her senior, but her fingers unconsciously rolled up the zipper of his coat.

Quan Xuanhe looked down at her bright eyes under the brim of her hat, but didn't say anything. He just reached out and took off her hat, then gently rubbed her slightly messy hair.

This action was like flipping a switch. Liu Zhimin immediately stood on tiptoe, wrapped her arms around his neck, and rubbed her nose against the stubble on his chin, her voice sticky and sweet.

"Oppa, are you tired?"

"It's alright." His hand slid down to her waist, and he could feel the warmth through her thin coat.

"Tired?" he asked in a lower voice.

Liu Zhimin shook her head, looked up at him, her eyes clear and bright, showing no sign of sleepiness.

She slipped her fingers under his collar and lightly scratched his skin.

"Not sleepy..." The last syllable was drawn out, like a hook.

Quan Xuanhe's eyes darkened, and he tightened his grip on the back of her neck, drawing her closer. Their breaths mingled, a warm, ticklish sensation. Liu Zhimin let out a soft moan, then, without another word, bit his lower lip.

Young people are all very hot-tempered.

Quan Xuanhe tightened his grip on her waist, turning the tables and retaliating forcefully.

Liu Zhimin was pressed against the cold door panel, her toes off the ground, and her sobs were swallowed up by him.

The light in the entryway cast ambiguous, flickering shadows of the two people overlapping.

Jackets, T-shirts, jeans... clothes fell silently to the ground, winding their way from the entryway to the edge of the living room.

Quan Xuanhe lifted her up by her legs, and Liu Zhimin clung to him tightly, showering him with delicate kisses on his neck. Her dark hair fell down, obscuring their faces.

The two stumbled and sank into the large sofa in the living room, their actions speaking louder than words.

Young people love passionately and act passionately, never giving up until they are completely exhausted.

afterwards.

The only sound in the room was Quan Xuanhe's deep and even breathing.

Liu Zhimin closed her eyes, her back pressed against his warm chest, and could clearly feel the rise and fall of his chest.

After a long while, feeling the weight of the arm around her waist completely relax, she slowly opened her eyelids a little.

She's amazing; she's stayed up until now. She's so tired, otherwise she would have fallen asleep long ago.

As I said before, first and foremost, never act impulsively.

Secondly, Liu Zhimin forgot the first.

The room was dark, with only a little streetlight light filtering through the gaps in the curtains.

Like a slow-motion video, she slowly moved his hand away from her waist, her movements so light they barely stirred the air.

She slowly pulled away from his embrace, her skin sliding against the sheets with a very faint rustling sound.

Every nerve in her body was on edge, her ears were perked up, and she was terrified, trying to catch the slightest movement behind her.

Kwon Hyun-hyuk didn't move, his breathing remained long and even.

Liu Zhimin carefully turned over and cautiously peeked her head out.

The target is Kwon Heon-hyuk's phone!

His phone lay there quietly, screen down.

Liu Zhimin cautiously propped herself up, trying to get past Quan Xuanhe to reach his phone. She moved little by little, trying not to disturb the sheets beneath her.

She remembered that Kwon Hyun-hyuk had told her the password.

It shouldn't be wrong!

Her movements were extremely slow, and she carefully shifted her weight, trying to get the phone without alerting Quan Xuanhe.

Just as her fingertips were about to touch the cold edge of the fuselage—

A stray strand of hair, like the softest feather, fell gently as she leaned forward, lightly brushing against Quan Xuanhe's face, which was so close to hers.

Almost at the same moment.

Quan Xuanhe's steady breathing suddenly became slightly obstructed.

He seemed to unconsciously smack his lips in his dream, and his brows furrowed very slightly, as if disturbed by some subtle itch.

Immediately afterward, just as Liu Zhimin's fingers were only inches away from the phone case, his arm suddenly rose up, and without saying a word, he put his arm around her.

He wrapped his arms around Liu Zhimin's slender waist again, pulling her body, which was trying to escape, back into his embrace even tighter and more tightly.

"Well……"

An Dui!
Liu Zhimin didn't even dare to cry out before Quan Xuanhe pulled her into his arms and pulled her back onto the bed.

They didn't even dare to say a word or make a single unnecessary movement.

Her heart was pounding in her chest; she was still shaken.

Liu Zhimin wasn't even sure if he was truly fully awake, or if it was just an unconscious movement in his sleep.

She remained frozen, not daring to even blink, all her senses focused intently on the state of the man behind her.

Time passed minute by minute, and each second seemed as long as a century.

Kwon Hyun-hyuk maintained a steady breathing rhythm, neither tightening nor loosening his arms further.

However, lingering fear and embarrassment clung to her like vines, making her cheeks burn.

She dared not make any further movements and could only remain in this position of being tightly embraced.

Or you can just wait and try again later.

In the dark room, only the sound of her heartbeat could be heard clearly in the silence.

Liu Zhimin remained frozen in his arms, counting his breaths more than twenty times until she was sure he had fallen into a deep sleep again, then loosened her grip on his waist and arms.

She held her breath and carefully pulled her body away from him and the mattress.

Stepping onto the cold floor, I tiptoed, not daring to make a sound, and crept around the foot of the bed toward the head of his bed.

Kwon Hyun-hyuk, who was lying on the bed, turned over.

Liu Zhimin froze instantly, then turned around sharply, pretending to go to the restroom, but actually frantically glancing at Quan Xuanhe out of the corner of her eye.

Why are you acting like a thief, so anxious?

Liu Zhimin couldn't stand it anymore and snatched the phone from his bedside table in a few quick steps.

She clutched her phone, stepped barefoot across the carpet, and silently slid into the bathroom.

The door lock clicked softly, and he finally took a deep breath, his heart pounding.

You said that even if she were found out, nothing would really happen; at most, Kwon Hyun-hyuk would teach her a lesson.

But if they're discovered, won't they be even more wary of what they want to do in the future?
What she needs to do now is find out who Quan Xuanhe is most ambiguous with and who poses the greatest threat to her.

This way, she can address the specific symptoms and provide targeted treatment.

Otherwise, I'd be lost and bewildered if I drew my sword and looked around!

Light up the screen.

The cold light illuminated Liu Zhimin's tense jaw and the tips of her teeth biting her soft lips.

Fingertips hovered over the password box.

She remembered that Quan Xuanhe's password was 037492.

She pressed him for details several times, but Quan Xuanhe kept saying that the password was just something he set randomly and had no hidden meaning.

Liu Zhimin entered the password into the screen.

The six white dots on the screen twitched slightly, indicating an incorrect password.

what?
wrong?

Undeterred, she tried 037492 again, but the password was still incorrect.

She deflated, her shoulders slumped.

The light from the screen reflected in the bathroom mirror, showing her frustrated face.

She stood there for a few seconds, then gently turned the lock, stepped barefoot across the cold carpet, and slipped back to the bed like a silent shadow.

Quan Xuanhe remained asleep, his breathing even and deep.

Liu Zhimin gently put the phone back, then held her breath, carefully lifted a corner of the blanket, and slowly shrank back into the position she had been in his arms.

She pressed her back against his warm chest, then gently pulled his arm, which was draped outside the blanket, and loosely wrapped it around her waist, trying to recover.

Only after she had done all this did she dare to take a small breath.

In the darkness, she stared with her eyes open at the sliver of light filtering through the gap in the curtains.

The password... how could it be wrong? He clearly said it was that number.

Was it a mistake, or... did he change it?
Next time. She curled her fingertips and silently vowed to herself, "Next time I must figure it out."

We need to think of a safer way, one that will make Quan Xuanhe willingly let her see it.

(End of this chapter)