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

Han Shuo neither dodged nor flinched, but stared intently as Han Yise approached.

He wanted to see just how far Han Ye-seul could go.

Han Ye-seul suddenly paused, her expression playful.

Do you think I'm too scared to kiss you?

She continued downwards, pressing her lips towards Han Shuo's.

Just like the coward game of driving cars towards each other, neither of them dodged, and the other didn't stop. Their ambiguous interactions drew screams from the audience.

The distance between the two was getting closer and closer.

Han Ye-seul was so close that she could see the fine hairs on Han Seok's face, and Han Seok could smell the strong fragrance of Han Ye-seul's perfume.

Just kidding.

Han Yiseul suddenly turned her head to the side and gave Han Shuo a light peck on the cheek.

She playfully whispered in Han Shuo's ear, "Were you scared?"

Are you scared?

No.

Even if Han Ye-seul actually kissed him on the lips, Han Seok already had a response plan, which was to later explain it as part of the stage design.

As for whether outsiders will believe it.

Those who are willing to believe will believe; those who don't like to believe can choose whether or not to.

Again.

He never intended to cultivate a pure and innocent image and was not afraid of scandals.

But this incident has clearly revealed Han Ye-seul's audacity and recklessness.

This woman didn't care at all about her status as an artist; she did whatever she wanted, as long as she was happy.

In some ways, he's even more dashing than him.

This also confirms the correctness of his ambiguous relationship with Han Ye-seul.

He even suspected that if the two of them actually developed a relationship, the woman might actually make the relationship public and openly express her love.

For someone who is wholeheartedly devoted to a relationship, having such an open and generous partner is a blessing.

But he's not afraid of any scandals.

What I'm afraid of is someone unilaterally announcing their relationship.

At least until Han Ye-seul is under control, this woman is absolutely off-limits.

offstage.

The art students who witnessed the whole thing were absolutely thrilled.

Several guys came up to the couple and asked if they were going to make their relationship official.

"It's just a design, what are you thinking?"

He stepped off the stage and told the crowd not to spread the word.

Given his status as a senior figure at his school and the person in charge at Seoul Arts High School, he does have some influence, but it's clearly impossible to completely stop the spread of this matter.

Before the car was even halfway there, their names had already topped the trending search list.

The good news is that no photos have been leaked, leaving room for speculation.

The last carriage.

"Hey, are you angry?"

Han Ye-seul nudged Han Seok with her leg.

Han Shuo didn't want to talk to her.

Han Ye-seul dismissed it: "It's just a kiss on the cheek, what's the big deal?"

Actually, she was already starting to regret it.

All I can say is that in the enthusiastic atmosphere at the time, Han Shuo was radiating starlight, being adored by nearly a thousand students, which made her a little emotionally overwhelmed.

Unable to control the restless impulse within.

Seeing that Han Shuo was giving her the cold shoulder the whole time, she said in a flattering tone, "It was my fault this time. I apologize to you. I will definitely be more restrained next time."

can you?

With Han Ye-seul's overly lawless nature, and her willingness to disregard even the three major television stations in extreme cases, who would believe she could rein herself in?

Anyone who believes that is a fool.

"You want a next time?"

Han Shuo said coldly, "Before I start my music promotion activities, you'd better give me some peace and quiet."

"don't want!"

Han Ye-seul refused to listen: "If you're worried about media reports affecting the publicity, I'll just go to your apartment next time, or you can go to my apartment."

Han Shuo: ? ? ?

Listen to this – is this how a normal person thinks?

Is it absolutely necessary to talk about love and romance?

Furthermore, with your confident stride, if you go straight to the apartment and get photographed by the media, wouldn't that confirm your relationship?

On the other hand, the fact that Han Ye-seul made concessions and refrained from misbehaving in public is at least a good sign.

Are you free this weekend?

Han Ye-seul leaned towards Han Seok: "Why aren't you saying anything?"

The more Han Shuo ignored her, the more she wanted to touch him inappropriately.

Maybe that's just her cheeky personality.

She boldly sat in Han Shuo's lap: "Alright, I'll invite you to my house so I can personally apologize to you, okay?"

The air conditioning was on in the car.

She took off her down jacket when she got on the bus, and now she was only wearing a white sweater on her upper body, with a small, perfectly curved top.

It swayed in front of Han Shuo.

In my arms was a delicate body, and the scent of a delicate perfume wafted from my nose.

Han Shuo sniffed the air a few times, wondering if others could remain unmoved by such a sight. He, for one, was never that kind of person. The little guy was getting restless.

Actually, if Han Ye-seul hadn't been such a hassle, he would have already told his assistant to park the car and leave.

"Isn't this enough?"

Han Yise wrapped her arms around Han Shuo's neck, her hands restlessly caressing his chest: "Then tell me, what do you want me to do to make you calm down?"

She pressed her face against Han Shuo's.

He gently stroked the clearly defined abdominal muscles with great affection.

"Huh? Oh my!"

Han Ye-seul's expression was quite interesting, as if she had discovered some treasure.

She traced her fingertips downwards, probing: "You still dare to say that...?"

"I'm not going back to the company, take me back to my dorm."

Han Shuo tilted his head back, slammed his right hand on the seat in anger, and shouted to his assistant that they should change their destination.

He's really angry right now.

Seoul Arts High School is to the west of the company, and the dormitory is in between, so it's conveniently located on the way.

The journey was bumpy.

The car is quite stable.

He invited Han Ye-seul, "Want to come?"

Rather than being led by the nose by Han Yiseul, it's better to take the initiative, be direct and forceful, and find another way to persuade her.

It might work, who knows?

"Who's afraid of who?"

Han Ye-seul wasn't afraid at all. She swayed her hips and followed closely, then snuggled up to Han Shuo like a little bird, asking, "Can you call me 'Noona' now?"

"We'll see how you behave~ If you come upstairs with me now, something might happen, but it'll be too late to regret it."

"Do you think I'm easily scared?"

Han Yise snuggled tightly into Han Shuo's arms: "You're probably going to regret inviting me over later."

"Yeah?"

Han Shuo put his arm around Han Yise's waist.

As they got closer to the dormitory, his actions became increasingly unrestrained. His hands moved from Han Ye-seul's waist to her small, honey-colored buttocks, fondling them thoroughly.

Once the two entered the house, he hugged Han Ye-seul tightly from behind.

To manipulate things from top to bottom.

"You seem to be in a hurry."

Han Ye-seul was clearly unaware of what she was about to face, and turned to Han Seok with a smile, saying, "Don't be in such a hurry, it's too embarrassing to do that."

"Don't worry, we'll make up for the lost points by finding other ways to improve."

Han Shuo picked her up and carried her to the living room.

Soft peach.

Everything is under control.

There were strangers in the car earlier, and the two of them were still somewhat restrained. Now that they were alone in the room, Han Yise lifted up a corner of the shirt of the person in front of her.

The abs are a feast for the eyes.

"I didn't realize you had such a great figure."

Han Shuo remained silent, only walking towards the living room.

Upon entering the living room, he tossed her onto the sofa. The bouncy sofa gently bounced her up, and before she could even react, Han Shuo covered her mouth with his.

Han Shuo's hands were both inserted between her fingers, their fingers interlocked.

Domineering and tyrannical.

She really wanted to say that this brat wasn't gentle at all in private.

But the passionate kisses made him feel adrift.

Even when Han Shuo wanted to stop kissing, she couldn't bear to separate, her arms and legs locked in a tight embrace.

My whole body sank down.

Her figure was perfectly sculpted into the sofa.

"What~"

Han Shuo suddenly picked her up and carried her around the waist.

The two people knelt and leaned against the back of the sofa.

Han Shuo leaned close to him.

It makes people unable to move.

The other person's constant venting made her a little resentful: "You like this, don't you?"

She twisted her graceful figure defiantly.

She soon regretted her rash behavior.

Like being arrested as a prisoner.

His hands were tied behind his back.

"Hey kid, can't you be a little warmer...?"

Han Ye-seul was somewhat embarrassed and annoyed.

She really likes Han Shuo.

But that doesn't mean she's willing to be a mere punching bag.

however.

As her body tilted to the side, in just a moment, she had no more complaints.

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