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

Cheongdam-dong 111, practice room.

After practicing the dance to "Fiction" several times on a daily basis, Han Seok and Kang Han-na threw themselves into choreographing a new song.

It was accompanied by a burst of loud electronic drumbeats and whistles.

Standing on opposite sides, the two posed for photos, subtly exuding charm and playfully hooking their hands together.

He's here, he's here.

Han Shuo stepped forward with elegant dance steps.

opposite.

Jiang Hanna skillfully placed her hands on Han Shuo's shoulders.

She tilted her head slightly, trying hard to keep her eyes from looking at Han Shuo.

This performance required her to convey both haughty restraint and a perfectly appropriate expression of anticipation.

Listen to this, is this even human language?

Even a small choreography segment required acting skills comparable to those of a Blue Dragon Film Award winner.

Fortunately, this contradictory mentality is precisely what she embodies:

They restrained themselves from giving certain ambiguous signals.

I'm hoping to receive a response from someone.

Following the previously designed movements, she accurately reproduced the choreography.

Soon they arrived at the part where the two of them were dancing intimately together, just like in the last time they made a mistake.

She really wanted to ask:

"Is this dance right?"

The song is said to have a jazz vibe, with lyrics about push-and-pull dynamics between men and women, and the choreography is supposed to be sexy and provocative, depicting the lives of men and women in a neon-lit city...

It's so long-winded and hard to remember.

In short: the choreography will be quite hot and intimate.

That damn brat.

Even a simple signal is so ambiguous and unclear.

Or rather, it's a blatant display of talent.

Sigh, if I could say it, I wouldn't.

I sing it out, I dance it out.

Upholding the belief of a ballerina with ten years of experience, Kang Han-na performed very professionally, with her movements perfectly executed.

She leaned back slightly, her back pressed against Han Shuo's firm chest, and danced gracefully to the music.

Full of rhythm.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck.

She licked the corner of her mouth.

Friction, friction, is the devil's pace.

"Um?"

Han Shuo's breathing became uncontrollably heavy.

He leaned close to Hannah's ear, took a breath of air, and teased her with a whispered voice, "Hannah, what are you doing?"

"I'll keep things steady, and you'll be the one shaking, right?"

at the same time.

He changed the choreography on the spot, pressed down on the slender little hand that was hooked behind her neck, and slowly slipped his fingers through the gaps to grab Kang Hanna's little hand.

Together they rested on the slender waist of the person in front of them.

Although the original choreography design was slightly deviated from, the result of overlapping hands remained unchanged.

The only difference was that instead of his palm being below and Jiang Hanna's palm being above, he was now gently holding her right fingers and supporting her waist and hips.

Kang Hanna was a little excited.

Heh, you brat.

Encouraged, she twisted her waist more vigorously.

According to the choreography, the next step is for the two people's overlapping palms to slowly move downwards, which will...

On her thighs

One round trip.

A rather bold and sexy design.

That's where she made her mistake before.

This time, she wanted to get through the routine.

When the next two dance moves came, Han Shuo slowly moved closer to her, and when their eyes met, he gave her a passionate kiss, sealing their fate in one kiss.

however.

She underestimated the ambiguous effect of subtle innovations in choreography.

Even though it was now through her palm, gently stroking the inside of his thigh, waves of intense, ambiguous stimulation, even more potent than before, kept crashing over him.

It makes your scalp tingle.

Kang Hanna's breathing was erratic, and her body was tense.

His forehead was slightly sweaty, and his chest was heaving violently.

Like a fish out of water, restless and uneasy.

But Han Shuo was like a cassette tape, repeatedly performing the same set of actions.

It made her hum softly.

Huhu.

She was panting heavily.

In classic Chinese martial arts fiction, her current state would be roughly described as a result of practicing martial arts to the point of demonic possession, with surging internal energy raging through her delicate body.

"sorry!"

Feeling she was about to lose her composure, Kang Hanna made a hasty escape, saying she needed to go to the dressing room.

The dressing room is actually the restroom.

Han Shuo followed suit, looking triumphant.

"Trouble Maker" is a very famous and purely erotic hot song.

They are known for their bold and exciting duets and their intimate physical contact.

Making a nineteen-year-old girl unable to resist his moves is a piece of cake.

Would you like some water?

"I'll go get you a bottle of water to replenish your energy."

Normally, Kang Hanna might not have been able to react.

But at this moment, she had something to hide, and her brainwaves were instantly connected.

"Oh, please stop talking about it~"

Her face flushed red with embarrassment, and she covered her burning cheeks with both hands, pretending to run away.

Han Shuo caught up from behind and grabbed her around the waist: "You've set things on fire, and you still want to run away?"

"No, I'm covered in sweat!"

Seeing Han Seok nuzzle against her neck, Jiang Hanna shrank back.

then.

She cupped Han Shuo's face in her hands and kissed him.

"Is this okay for now?"

"What did you say?"

Han Shuo hooked his eye to Jiang Hanna with a smile: "Come back with me to pack. You can pack too, and we can move into the company's new dormitory together."

"I'll listen to you."

Jiang Hanna smiled brightly, her small body nestled into Han Shuo's arms.

Star Entertainment rented a small section of an apartment in a residential complex in Cheongdam-dong to use as dormitories for its artists and trainees.

"Just pick any set."

Which room are you staying in?

Han Shuo pointed to one of the two-bedroom apartments: "This one is for one person."

"Then I'll choose the one opposite you."

"Pack up quickly and come over for dinner."

When Kang Hanna reappeared, her bulky winter clothes were gone.

Instead, she wore a beige patterned halter dress that complemented her porcelain-white skin perfectly.

Her long, flowing hair was tied up and styled into a bun.

"How is it?"

"It's beautiful, but..."

Han Shuo had barely started speaking when a piece of apple was stuffed into his mouth.

"Okay, I only want to hear the part before 'but'."

Jiang Hanna walked around the platform and stood beside Han Shuo, offering to help him adjust his sleeves: "Is there anything I can do for you?"

Han Shuo put down his work: "Cut the fruit and make a fruit platter."

"I'll go open the bottle."

The two worked together, with the man and woman pairing up.

The beverage chosen was wine.

The glistening, wine-red liquid rippled in the stemmed glass.

The conversation turned to the backup dancers for Han Shuo's debut album's title track.

Kang Hanna's beautiful eyes sparkled: "How's the backup dancer recruitment for 'Fiction' going?"

Han Shuo wants to recruit eight female dancers to perform "Fiction".

The entire group will be dressed in black suits and white shirts, and will perform a knife dance.

It's both contrasting and eye-catching.

However, the requirement of being over 1.7 meters tall raises the bar for backup dancers.

She's still all alone.

"We recently recruited two girls from our country, and we've also identified a few other suitable candidates. We'll have DSP Entertainment help us make the connections."

Han Shuo had considered this matter and remained calm.

"There's still a month and a half left, plenty of time."

"Just keep it in mind."

Kang Hanna rested her chin on her hands, propped her head up, and looked at Han Seok across from her, playfully shaking her head: "Is there any more Coke?"

"It seems there are still some left. I'll go get two more cans later."

Han Shuo walked towards the kitchen.

Her long, powerful legs moved with a swift gait, her posture was broad and upright, and her figure and temperament were superb, just like a model walking the runway.

Seeing an opportunity, Jiang Hanna was delighted and quickly followed.

"Um?"

The moment Jiang Hanna hugged him, the sensation of his back hitting hers came as expected, making Han Shuo's mind sway.

"Hannah, as you know, I've always liked to be in control."

As he spoke, as if whipping a top, he gently nudged her shoulder, and Kang Hanna was pulled into his arms from behind.

Kang Hanna's reported height is 1.68 meters, but she is actually well over 1.7 meters tall.

He could easily rest his head on her shoulder by bending down slightly: "Actually, I've been curious about this for a while now."

Kang Hannah asked excitedly, "What are you curious about?"

"I'm curious just how flexible you ballet girls really are."

Whispering sweetly, Jiang Hannah giggled, "Now, you have the chance to experience it for yourself..."

"..."