Peninsula: You've been chosen here for producing girl groups.

Squeak.

The office chair, unable to bear the weight, creaked and groaned.

Kim Yoon-ji slowly parted ways with Han Seok.

I looked down.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

No, why are you so skilled at it?

She gave Han Shuo a look.

It's as if it's asking: In just those two short minutes of kissing, you stripped me down to my bare body?

She lifted her inner garment, which was now free and hanging loosely in the crook of her arm.

But Han Shuo then grabbed her waist and buried his head in his own hands, suffocating her.

"Director~"

Kim Yoon-ji braced herself on the armrests of the chair, her expression a mixture of reproach and delight: "It's still early, don't do this, we'll do it later..."

The unspoken words turned into whispers, drifting away into the air.

The little head on top was tossed back, and her beautiful hair flew like a waterfall.

She was truly convinced.

Without having had a girlfriend before, it's impossible to have such skillful flirting techniques.

I regret it now, I really regret it.

Why provoke Han Shuo?

Clinging to her last shred of reason, Kim Yoon-ji pleaded, "Director, let me help you..."

"help me?"

Han Shuo touched Kim Yoon-ji's red lips.

"No," Kim Yoon-ji said, her face flushed with embarrassment. "You've misunderstood."

Realizing that Han Shuo might be somewhat dissatisfied, she quickly added, "I'll do whatever you say tonight."

"Are you sure you can do it?"

Han Shuo stared mischievously at those slender little hands.

"I haven't tried it, but it shouldn't be too difficult."

As it turns out, it's easier said than done.

"Lower your head."

Han Shuo patiently used a wet wipe to clean Kim Yoon-ji.

"You really didn't do it on purpose?"

Kim Yoon-ji's eyes were filled with resentment: "You're not a child, how could you not control yourself?"

I'll try harder next time.

Han Shuo couldn't stop laughing.

"Are you sure you've got them all gone?"

Kim Yoon-ji always felt that she wasn't clean enough.

"I wiped away everything you could see and even sprayed you with perfume, so there shouldn't be any problems," Han Shuo patted Jin Yunzhi's peach-like breasts. "Go on, practice a little longer tonight and save it for last."

Fanxing Entertainment does not encourage practicing late at night.

Generally, all the trainees leave around nine o'clock.

As night deepened, both the nine trainees in the backup dance team and the ten trainees who were currently focusing on learning Chinese gradually returned to their dormitories together.

Park So-yeon didn't rush back, but instead went to the recording studio first.

Han Shuo's Chinese album has reached the stage of recording instruments. Perhaps to put his mind at ease, he occasionally goes to the recording studio to check on the progress.

"You're never around all day. Anyone who didn't know better would think you weren't a trainee at our company!"

"I'm not as lazy as you say. Today I went to apply for a music show stage and met with people from SBS TV."

Han Shuo pushed over a swivel chair: "Did you need something?"

"Didn't you say you didn't like the previous sofa cover?"

Park So-yeon gave Han Seok a set of armchairs as a birthday gift, but he said he didn't like the pink sofa cover and asked her to change it for him when she had time.

"I'll leave the cover at your door tonight, remember to change it when you get back."

Han Shuo looked at Park So-yeon strangely: "Why are you putting it at my door?"

"I have a vicious dog in my house, are you afraid to go in?"

"You have a really sharp tongue."

Park Soyeon was a little embarrassed and annoyed: "That's because I didn't know your combination lock password~"

"Then just say it."

Han Seok gave Park So-yeon the door lock code.

Park So-yeon smiled happily: "You told me that so easily?"

"Is that not allowed?"

"Would it be appropriate for me to come into your room?"

"What? You're going to steal my things?"

"Aish!"

Park So-yeon stomped on Han Seok's foot and pressed it down hard: "You bastard, oh yeah, I, I steal your underwear, I'm a pervert..."

Just then.

The door to the recording studio control room was pushed open, and two recording engineers walked in.

The expressions on their faces were priceless: "Excuse me, please continue!"

When outsiders overheard her saying such a bizarre and angry thing, Park So-yeon was so ashamed that she couldn't bear to stay any longer and fled.

She decided to avoid this recording studio from now on.

"I might as well be dead!"

"No, we should kill Han Shuo before we die."

Suddenly remembering Han Shuo's door lock code, she felt a surge of joy.

But in an instant, his tone became low and somber.

It's not like she's the only one with it; there's also Kang Hanna and Shin Yoon-joo.

Speaking of Han Shuo, he's quite the womanizer.

He was very close to all the girls.

No, it seems that he had a good relationship with all the male trainees when he was at SM Entertainment.

That's still really annoying.

Why didn't she realize before that this kind of impartial behavior was so annoying?

beep.

I received a text message from Han Shuo: "I've changed the sofa cover. Take a picture and send it to me."

"asshole!"

"..."

Fanxing Entertainment, Practice Room.

"Yunzhi, aren't you going back?"

"You guys go back first. I need to take a day off tomorrow, so I want to practice a little longer tonight."

After watching all the members leave, Kim Yoon-ji went to the changing room to shower and change into a cool, comfortable home outfit.

Beneath the super-short mini hot pants, a pair of long, tanned legs stood proudly, eye-catching and striking.

She lay lazily on the sofa, reminiscing about the enchanting scenery of the afternoon.

Two long legs unintentionally and slowly intertwined, restlessly entangled.

This guy has definitely had his fair share of girlfriends, and considering his young age, it just goes to show that he's a complete playboy.

But so what?

Life is too short to worry about right and wrong. Just be happy in the moment.

Han Shuo satisfied her with both his looks and his wealth.

Even the first wonderful experience left her wanting more, which was enough to make her fall for it.

Squeak.

The office door was pushed open, and Han Shuo strode in: "Have you been waiting long?"

"A little."

Without the worry of being discovered, Kim Yoon-ji completely let go of her burdens and pounced barefoot.

"I can tell."

Han Shuo firmly clung to Kim Yoon-ji's two voluptuous legs as they walked inside.

The soft peaches seeped between my fingers.

It has a great grip.

Perhaps because she is a fitness enthusiast, Kim Yoon-ji's peaches are irresistible.

"Oh dear, are you kneading steamed buns?"

Kim Yoon-ji giggled, about to say something, when in the blink of an eye her hands were mercilessly twisted behind her back, her smooth face pressed against the cold tabletop.

Han Shuo's gaze swept over them.

Her slender waistline suddenly widens outwards.

The plump, towering peaches are tempting to be picked.

He leaned close to Kim Yoon-ji's ear and whispered, "Today's anti-Americanism!"

Kim Yoon-ji really wanted to say that she had simply immigrated to the United States.

Soon she could no longer care about these little details.

……

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金允智

Cao Bao'er

Kim Ji Won