Peninsula: I'm being supported by a top idol.

Chapter 161, Chapters 164-165: Shen Meibao's Ingratitude

Cui Shi'an, carrying a large bag of toilet paper, rang the doorbell.

The door was opened almost immediately.

A bright face with a hint of languor peeked out; it was Shen Youna.

She wore a pink and white striped hooded zip-up jacket with a soft, skin-friendly fleece material on the surface. The zipper was not fully zipped up, revealing a matching light-colored camisole underneath.

She wore matching shorts that reached mid-thigh, showcasing her dazzlingly white long legs without reservation.

Her long, slightly wavy hair was casually draped over her shoulder, with a few strands playfully falling beside her cheek.

Her face seemed to be covered with a thin layer of light makeup, which made her already delicate features even more radiant.

This outfit is somewhere between pajamas and casual wear, exuding sexiness with a youthful vivacity, and a touch of effortless charm hidden within its languid style.

"Oppa! Why did you take so long to get here?" The girl pouted slightly and complained playfully as soon as she saw him, her tone tinged with affection. "I thought you weren't coming! Didn't we agree it would only take twenty minutes?"

"Something came up on the way." Cui Shi'an smiled and handed over the heavy bundle of toilet paper. "Here, this is what you wanted."

Shen Youna took the bag, but her gaze swept over his face before settling on him: "Something happened on the way? What happened?"

"Oh, I ran into a few messengers of hell downstairs and chatted with them for a bit."

Cui Shi'an answered casually, but his gaze couldn't help but fall again on her carefully groomed eyebrows and moisturized lips, and he asked with some curiosity, "You're wearing makeup?"

Shen You-na's cheeks flushed instantly, her eyes darted around, and she tried to remain calm as she denied it, "No, no! I just got back and haven't had time to remove my makeup yet!"

As she spoke, she stepped aside to let Cui Shi'an in, her movements slightly hurried.

Cui Shi'an glanced at the time on her phone with suspicion. Shouldn't she have finished her trip and returned long ago?

This makeup doesn't look like it's been on for a long time.

Afraid that he would ask more questions, Shen Youna hurriedly put the toilet paper bag aside, took his coat, and skillfully hung it on the coat rack by the door.

Her movements were natural, like a young wife welcoming her husband home.

Then she remembered the topic from earlier and asked, "A messenger of hell? Are there messengers of hell downstairs?"

"Yes, there was a fire in the neighborhood in front of you. They're here to retrieve the deceased."

"Really?!" Shen Youna was startled and immediately ran to the large French window in the living room, stood on tiptoe, and tried to look out.

But the night was deep, and there were many buildings between us, so apart from the faint flashing police lights and fire truck roof lights in the distance, nothing could be seen.

Feeling a bit shaken, she drew the curtains, turned around, and returned to the center of the living room. She sat cross-legged on the soft floor mat, with snacks and alcoholic beverages on the small coffee table in front of her.

"I was wondering why I thought I heard fire trucks earlier—did a lot of people die?"

"That should be quite a lot." Cui Shi'an sat down on the cushion opposite her, his gaze sweeping over the beer cans and opened potato chips on the coffee table. He couldn't help but laugh. "You're still eating and drinking like this late at night, aren't you afraid of gaining weight? Aren't you going to be making a comeback soon?"

Upon hearing this, Shin Yuna not only didn't back down, but instead puffed out her chest, staring straight at him with her beautiful eyes, and retorted, "Do I look fat in Oppa's eyes?"

Looking at her graceful neck and long legs that appeared even straighter due to her sitting posture, Cui Shi'an deliberately grinned and said, "Hmm—you're so fat."

Upon hearing this, Shen Youna was not annoyed at all; instead, she became even more playful.

She propped her elbow on the coffee table, tilted her delicate, doll-like face up, and said in a coquettish tone, "Where am I fat? Oppa, explain yourself!"

This pose caused the collar of her already loose hooded jacket to open slightly, revealing her fair skin and delicate collarbone, and even a faint glimpse of the soft curve below. A subtle fragrance also wafted out.

Choi Si-an's heart raced slightly, and her throat felt a little dry, but she pretended not to care and teased, "Oh, Moshin Yoo-na, are you deliberately trying to charm Oppa?"

The girl had actually caught his momentary awkwardness and evasiveness, and couldn't help but smile smugly: "Haha, Oppa's shy? Your ears look like they're all red~"

"Nonsense! I'm not shy!" Cui Shi'an immediately denied it, deliberately leaning back on the sofa to cover up his embarrassment: "It's your questions that are too boring, always talking about being fat or thin, they're not nutritious at all."

"Tch~ You asked first~" Shin Yuna pouted, then didn't press the matter further. She sat back down, picked up a can of beer, and handed it to him: "Here, Oppa, have some too. It's no fun drinking alone."

Cui Shi'an took the beer, and the two clinked cans together. The icy liquid slid down their throats, washing away the subtle, ambiguous atmosphere from before.

The TV was playing a music program, and the main character happened to be Aespa. Karina, standing on the stage, was radiant, and every look and every movement was full of charm.

As her girlfriend was, Cui Shi'an's gaze was unconsciously drawn to her, and he stared intently, a gentle smile playing on his lips.

Seeing this, Shin Yuna sipped her beer and teased, "Tsk tsk, Oppa really likes Jimin unnie~ He's so engrossed in watching a show, doesn't he? Hasn't he seen her enough in private?"

When she said this, there was a hint of bitterness in her tone that she herself didn't even realize.

Cui Shi'an smiled and shook his head, his eyes still fixed on the screen: "Don't you think her dance was exceptionally beautiful? The combination of strength and beauty was just right."

"Hmph, what's so special about that?" Shin Yuna pouted, her defiant spirit rising. "I can dance like them too! And ITZY's dance is way harder than this!"

As she spoke, the girl's playful nature took hold. She slammed the beer can down on the coffee table, tugged at the hem of her coat, and with a "whoosh,"...

He stood up.

"Oppa likes to watch, right? Then I'll dance for you!"

She ran to the TV with a grin, blocking Choi Si-an's view, and then started dancing to the music and rhythm of aespa on TV in a very professional manner.

Although the movements are not exactly the same, her solid dance foundation, combined with her deliberate imitation and quirky antics, gives her a unique and lively charm.

More importantly, she was deliberately causing trouble.

When Cui Shi'an stared at the screen and turned his neck to the left, she immediately moved a step to the left. When Cui Shi'an moved to the right, she moved to the right in sync, looking like she was saying, "Let's see what you can do to me." She was having a great time.

"Naive—" Choi Si-an chuckled, then made a move to forcefully break through to the left. Shin Yuna immediately shifted her weight to the left to intercept him.

Just as she moved, Cui Shi'an suddenly feinted and abruptly turned his body to the right!

"oops!"

Shen Youna didn't expect him to use a trick. She hurriedly followed his rhythm to block on her right side. Her house sock slipped on the smooth floor, and she lost her balance. She cried out and fell backward!

Cui Shi'an was startled and quickly got up and rushed over. Before she could fall, he barely managed to catch her around the waist and steady her with a half-carry and half-support.

"Kenchana?" Cui Shi'an quickly lowered his head to ask, his tone filled with concern.

Shen Youna, still shaken, leaned against him, one foot dangling in the air, her face scrunched up: "I think—I twisted my ankle—"

Then, she glared at Choi Si-an resentfully, shifting the blame onto him: "It's all Oppa's fault! He suddenly lied to me! He made me fall!"

Choi Si-an was both amused and exasperated, thinking to himself that it was clearly his own fault for being naughty first—but seeing that she seemed to be in real pain, he couldn't argue and could only apologize repeatedly: "Mi-ah, it's Oppa's fault, please sit down and let me see."

He carefully helped the limping girl to the sofa and helped her sit down slowly.

Then he knelt down on the carpet in front of the sofa and carefully examined her injured ankle.

The skin around the ankle is delicate, the muscles and bones are well-proportioned, and it has a slightly healthy pinkish hue, with no obvious redness or swelling visible at the moment.

"Does it hurt here?" He gently tapped the outside of his ankle with his finger.

Seeing his nervous expression, Shen Youna's eyes flashed with a sly glint.

So she deliberately frowned, gasped, and said in a pitiful tremor, "Um—it's my ankle. It hurts when I move it, like I twisted a tendon—"

"Don't be afraid, Oppa will rub it for you. It's probably just a slight strain." Choi Si-an comforted her gently, holding her slender ankle and feeling the cool, delicate touch of her skin in his palm.

Without making a sound, he slowly channeled a mellow and gentle "gentle breeze and bright moon" energy through his palm into the meridians of her ankle.

Shen Youna felt an indescribable warm and comfortable current coming from where her ankle was being held, instantly dispelling the non-existent "pain." It was even more comfortable than having a top-notch spa treatment, making her almost want to groan.

But she still held back, wanting to continue teasing Choi Si-an, so she deliberately hissed softly and frowned, saying, "It still hurts a little—Oppa, be gentle—"

Upon hearing this, Cui Shi'an paused in his actions, a question nagging at him:

Is it possible that this "qi" is ineffective for purely physical problems like bruises and sprains? Or is it that the force was not properly controlled?

Seeing that he had stopped, Shin Yuna, afraid that he would see through her act, quickly added in a feigned manner, "But—it seems a little better than before—Oppa, could you rub it for me again, just gently—"

"Okay." Cui Shi'an had no doubts and continued to gently wrap her ankle with his palm, slowly massaging it while continuously infusing it with gentle breath.

As a result, the style of the living room changed.

Shin Yoo-na casually and comfortably leaned back in the large sofa, comfortably stretching her long, straight, beautiful legs into Choi Si-an's arms.

She didn't even put down the beer can in her hand, occasionally taking a leisurely sip while watching TV, and every now and then she would order Choi Si-an, "Oppa, get me those potato chips~"

"Oppa, can you hand me the remote?"

Choi Si-an has become her personal "nurse" and "waiter".

After massaging her ankle for a while, Shin Yuna took advantage of the situation and ordered, "Oppa, my arches seem a bit sore too, could you massage them for me?"

How can a sprained ankle affect the arch of the foot?

Although he was suspicious, Cui Shi'an did as he was told, pressing her soft arch with moderate pressure.

After a while, she said again, "My feet are so tired from dancing all day, Oppa, could you give them a massage too?"

"Okay," Cui Shi'an replied good-naturedly, his finger moving down again.

Looking at his hardworking and selfless manner, and feeling the relaxing comfort on her feet, Shen Youna's eyes filled with sweetness and satisfaction.

This feeling of being carefully cared for and almost pampered made a corner of her heart melt.

Perhaps it was the great atmosphere, or perhaps the alcohol emboldened her, but she licked her lips and tentatively made an even more outrageous request: "Oppa—this leg has been standing all day, and it seems a little sore—could you—give me a massage too?"

Cui Shi'an suddenly stopped pressing on her right toes.

He slowly raised his head and looked at the innocent-looking girl on the sofa, whose eyes gleamed with cunning. He finally realized, belatedly, that something was wrong.

"Hey! Shin Yuna!" He narrowed his eyes, his expression unfriendly. "You wouldn't happen to—not have sprained your ankle at all, would you?"

Realizing she'd been caught, the girl immediately plastered a fawning smile on her face, wriggled on the sofa like a cat, and began to whine, "Oh, Oppa~ I really danced all day today, my legs are so sore and swollen! Please, be a good Samaritan and give me a massage~ Please, Oppa~ Please~"

She blinked her big eyes, her voice soft and sweet, making it hard to resist.

Cui Shi'an remained silent, but quietly took out the pair of mischievous feet that had been enjoying "supreme service" for a long time from his arms and placed them back on the fluffy slippers in front of the sofa.

The meaning is clear: that's the end of it.

When one plan failed, Shen Youna rolled her eyes and came up with another.

She deliberately pouted, turned her face away, and muttered in a voice just loud enough for Choi Si-an to hear, "Hmph—Oppa is so heartless, so stingy! In my past life—I risked so much to pull you out of the river, hide you at home, and treat your injuries—Hmph, if I'd known—I shouldn't have saved you, I could have just let you float away! Hmph!"

As she spoke, she secretly observed Choi Si-an's reaction out of the corner of her eye.

Sure enough, the moment the phrase "a life-saving grace from a past life" was mentioned, Cui Shi'an's expression softened immediately, and a sense of helplessness and guilt appeared in his eyes. The ties from his past life were something he could never easily ignore.

"----All right,"

He sighed and compromised, "Then—press it a little longer, but it's a one-time thing, no exceptions."

"Ah Sa~ Oppa is the best!" Shin Yuna's mood instantly brightened. As if afraid he would change his mind, she quickly put her beautiful white feet back into his arms and even playfully rubbed her toes against his palm.

Cui Shi'an looked down at the toes in his arms that had "succeeded" once again, shook his head and chuckled: "I really can't do anything with you."

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