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

Chapter 82 Park So-yeon: The Secrets of Ninjutsu

Two-bedroom apartment, living room.

Han Shuo held Park So-yeon as they lay on the wool blanket, staring blankly at the ceiling.

Suddenly, Park Soyeon pressed down on his arm, leaned to the side, and looked at him with a resentful gaze: "Ten beautiful girls of all ages played all sorts of interactive games with you all night long, you must have been so happy, right?"

I did push-ups with Wen Xuanya and personally measured the height of the push-up.

Enjoy a couple's cookie game with Kang Eun-hye, eating cookies mouth-to-mouth.

Ni Xuan, a beautiful woman from Nanjing, thoughtfully served warmed sparkling wine.

Teaming up with American sweetheart Kim Yoon-ji and asana expert Kang Han-na.

I took the full sapphire blue dress and walked around the living room to experience the perspective of its length.

Playing Pictionary with Lee Juri, we drew on each other's backs.

He physically carried Ham Eun-jung and did twenty squats on the spot.

Holding hands with Park Hyo-min, gazing deeply into each other's eyes — well, that doesn't count, the drunkard ended the game right away, leaving no room for any gaming experience.

They even played a game of tearing tissues with their mouths with Park So-yeon, who was lying right in front of them.

are you happy?

Han Shuo's lips were barely able to hold back his smile.

Of course I'm happy and pleased.

In fact, one word is enough to summarize his current mood.

Just like Charlotte, he danced around and shouted a single word, but couldn't stop the mysterious, invisible hand from choking him, warning him not to use that word.

It will become unfortunate.

Of course, he was referring to Park So-yeon, who was standing right in front of him.

When faced with this question brimming with jealousy, answering truthfully is not an option.

He chuckled and retorted, "Big and small beauties, are you referring to age, attractiveness, or height when you say 'big and small beauties'?"

Park So-yeon broke down.

This womanizer even deliberately danced in her sensitive areas.

"I'm old, not pretty, and short," she gritted her teeth, "but according to you, I'm a little beauty, huh?"

As she spoke, she bit Han Shuo's shoulder.

See? This topic of life and death has been put to rest.

Han Shuo took off his shirt, revealing his slender muscles.

"What are you going to do now?"

Park So-yeon's lips trembled slightly, unable to contain her joy.

It's like seeing a cat with dried fish.

But he still put on a serious face.

Han Shuo knew exactly what was going on and stretched out his arm: "Go ahead and bite me."

"Get lost, you filthy pervert!"

Park So-yeon pretended to slap Han Seok's hand away with her small hand.

Why would I bite you? Do you think I'm a vampire?

Then, the moment she touched the other person's muscles, she became completely captivated and unable to tear herself away.

She leaned into Han Shuo's arms.

Her chubby little hands stroked his chest muscles and then pressed them onto his abs.

Her mind kept replaying:

How can someone be so perfect, even their body is so well-proportioned?

Han Shuo joked, "Oh, you've fallen in love again? Absolutely smitten?"

"Shut up!"

Park So-yeon raised her chin, her argument unconvincing yet her tone defiant: "I listened to your nonsense before and treated you to so many meals—"

"What's wrong with me touching your abs?"

"It's not as exaggerated as you say. We only invited them twice in total, okay?"

The two usually meet secretly in the office, and due to limited resources, it's impossible and unlikely that they would treat Han Shuo to that nationally popular beverage every time.

In most cases, it's just that...

Park So-yeon was a little unhappy.

She always washes herself until she's all fragrant and soft, but she's less attractive than a broken bottle of soda?

"You can't just consider it as treating you to that drink—"

Han Shuo leaned forward, his thin muscles bulging, and said in a playful, childish tone, "Then you eat it back."

"Get lost! I don't want to!"

Park So-yeon laughed and dodged away.

With Han Shuo constantly interrupting her, the frustration in her heart gradually dissipated.

In fact, she was well aware that with Han Shuo's image and charm, even if he was single-minded, the women around him would take the initiative to come to him.

What happened tonight is a vivid example.

Furthermore, she was actually the one who came in later.

Let's put everything else aside for now.

Take Shin Yoon-joo for example.

The filming lasted four years and used up hundreds of DVDs.

Who would believe that Shin Yoon-joo didn't harbor feelings for Han Seok?

Given that the two have known each other for four years, anyone who comes along would be considered a third party.

If that's the case, what's the point of arguing?

Han Shuo leaned closer: "It's getting late, why don't you wash up and go to bed?"

The brat winked at her.

He looked like he was about to do something bad.

But since she agreed to come, it means she was mentally prepared.

"Uh-huh?"

"What are you thinking about now?"

Park So-yeon said she couldn't bear to watch: "People outside say you're full of talent, but I think you're full of lewd nonsense."

"How do you know that pornography isn't the driving force behind talent?"

Han Shuo picked up Park So-yeon and headed towards the bathroom: "Let me tell you, every time I'm 'yellow waste' (a slang term for pornographic material), that's when my inspiration is at its peak."

Park So-yeon naturally wouldn't believe such nonsense.

Leaning against Han Shuo's chest, she couldn't stop laughing.

If you simply say it's because you're young and impetuous, that's only natural.

On the other hand, wouldn't such an excited reaction mean that she is very attractive to him?

"Hmph, hmph~"

She was kicking her two chubby little legs, feeling quite cheerful.

Once inside the bathroom, Han Shuo put her down: "Do you need my help?"

'

Do you need my help?

Park So-yeon bit her lip: "Do you treat me like a child—"

Before she could finish speaking, Han Shuo turned to her, arms outstretched: "Thank you!"

He had a shameless, arrogant attitude, like a dead pig that doesn't care about boiling water.

"You filthy scoundrel!"

Even as she said this, she moved closer to Han Shuo.

Her hand was still in the air, hesitant.

Han Shuo grabbed him and pressed him against his abs: "I'll start by charging you some interest."

"Then I'll charge you more."

Actually, Park So-yeon was a little nervous.

They've already been half-hearted with each other, but the next half is crucial.

This mixture of anticipation and tension.

It looks a bit like a groom lifting a bride's veil.

One moment he's ruthless, the next he's stamping his foot.

"Ah—this."

"I'm so stupid—"

Han Shuo almost made the first joke.

Fortunately, he held back: "Noona, this time it's my turn to help you."

Actually, he wasn't nervous at all; he just wanted to strip her clean in no time.

But seeing that Park Soyeon was a little shy, he became much gentler: "Noona, have you ever had a shot? I mean a proper shot."

Park So-yeon was a little confused: "What are you trying to say?"

"When doctors perform surgery, they emphasize speed and precision, because a short, sharp pain is worse than a long, drawn-out one."

As he spoke, Han Shuo pulled Park So-yeon into his arms.

Feeling indifferent is a way to ease one's heart.

Even though she had seen Han Shuo's techniques many times before, she was still amazed every time.

She rolled up her long sleeves.

She slightly raised her head and looked at Han Shuo: "Xiao Shuo————"

Han Shuo bent down, gesturing for the other person to lift him up.

at the same time.

The jeans and the inner layer fluttered to the ground.

Just like a doctor's quick and precise operation.

Two people, two legs.

The koala stared at him.

Their eyes met, and an ambiguous atmosphere filled the air.

"I'm so angry—"

Park So-yeon kissed him on the lips.

The shower head is turned on.

Warm water (H20O, referring to bath water) sprayed from the showerhead and gathered on her forehead.

It poured over Han Shuo.

"————"

"Wait a minute, here?"

Park So-yeon pointed to the single sofa in front of her.

Han Shuo poked his chin with his hand and said, "Don't you think it suits you perfectly?"

'

""

Park So-yeon had doubts:

She clearly bought a proper sofa.

Why does it feel like you're flirting with a little toy right now?

Park So-yeon