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

"Hello, who is this?"

Even though she had already made a note in the phone book, Liu Zhimin still chose to pretend not to know.

"Hello, I'm the one who saved you on the street that day," Cui Shi'an said succinctly.

"Ah...yes..." Probably not expecting the other person to speak so bluntly, she stammered for a moment:

"Excuse me... is there anything I can help you with?"

"Can we meet?"

Meeting? Liu Zhimin's heart tightened, instinctively feeling that the other party wanted to take her out to extort money, and she quickly said:

"If you are not satisfied with the compensation, you can contact my lawyer."

"It has nothing to do with compensation, I just want to confirm something with you." Cui Shi'an tried to convey the core message concisely:

"So, if it's convenient for you, miss, how about we schedule a time as soon as possible?"

"I'm afraid... it's not very convenient..." Liu Zhimin said hesitantly.

As an artist, she was very vigilant about this, even though she had originally planned to ask the other party to return the items.

However, if the other party contacts her first, she can't help but suspect their intentions.

"Miss, I mean you no harm. If you're worried, you can call a lawyer, or we can meet on the street. I won't take up too much of your time."

Liu Zhimin fell silent upon hearing this.

Seeing that she remained silent for a long time, Cui Shi'an became uneasy and quickly added:

"Miss, it may sound strange, but you must have seen what injuries I was injured at the time, right? As for my actual condition, the lawyer should have told you. Aren't you even a little bit curious?"

"Not curious," Liu Zhimin replied casually, though in her heart she was incredibly curious about it.

Cui Shi'an was speechless for a moment. How could someone be so cold-hearted? I'm your savior!

However, he knew that saying something like this, implying a desire for repayment, would only increase the other party's suspicion, so he quickly changed to a sincere tone:

"Miss, this matter is very important to me. Here is my number. If you've made up your mind, please contact me as soon as possible, okay?"

After the call ended, Liu Zhimin sat on the edge of the bed for a long time without saying a word, wondering whether to go or not.

Her gaze fell on the drawer beside her, and she casually pulled it open and took out the "talisman".

Could it be that he wants to find out where this is?

It should have been returned to them earlier.

"Unnie?" The bedroom door was pushed open a crack, and three heads peered out from the doorway, their eyes blazing with gossip.

"Have you finished the call?"

Liu Zhimin subconsciously stuffed the "talisman" under his pillow and glared at her as if nothing had happened:

"What? Did you eavesdrop on my phone call?"

The fact that she almost got into a car accident was unknown to the other members of her team, and only a few high-ranking executives at SM Entertainment knew about it.

"No~" the three denied in unison, but their knowing smiles betrayed them.

"Then hurry up and wash up and rest. We have a schedule tomorrow." Liu Zhimin tried to assert his authority as the team leader and send them out.

"Hey~ Is Unnie upset that we're interrupting your phone call with your boyfriend?" Ningning asked with a grin.

"Boyfriend?" Liu Zhimin's cheeks flushed slightly, and she immediately denied it: "I don't have a boyfriend! Don't talk nonsense!"

"Isn't that Choi Si-an?" Kim Dong-won joined the "battle" with a smile, accurately stating the name.

"Hey! Don't talk nonsense!" Liu Zhimin was both embarrassed and anxious, and pretended to get up and grab them.

"You've been acting very suspiciously lately," Giselle chimed in, her eyes gleaming mischievously.

"Last time they made us sign so many albums to give away, could it be... for that Choi Si-an?"

"No, that's not it! I already said it was... I was helping a friend!" Liu Zhimin, having been exposed, clearly lost her confidence and simply jumped off the bed to tickle and playfully tease them.

"Hmph, all you talk about is 'boyfriend, boyfriend,' are you two just having romantic feelings yourselves?"

The bedroom was immediately filled with laughter and joy.

After a period of playful banter, Liu Zhimin completely forgot about the arrow she had hastily stuffed under her pillow.

This time, however, the arrows under her pillow seemed to be imbued with some kind of power, dragging her into a dream that was clearer than ever before...

Judging from the situation, it seems to be on an old bed.

"Princess, isn't this a bit inappropriate?"

"Cui Shi'an," who was sitting on her waist, had her long hair spread out in all directions and looked very conflicted.

"Aren't you Chinese people all very open-minded?"

She heard herself speaking.

Cui Shi'an sighed: "But the princess is of noble status, and I am afraid that I will ruin her reputation."

"It's alright, at worst I'll plead with the Grand Prince and get him to grant us the marriage."

"But I am, after all, a foreign official. How can I be qualified to marry the princess? This is unacceptable, absolutely unacceptable. Your Highness, please have some self-respect."

"You've made advances on me several times already, how can I, a princess, possibly maintain my dignity?"

No sooner had he finished speaking than Liu Zhimin drew a dagger from his waist, held it to "Cui Shi'an's" neck, and threatened him viciously:

"Either you submit to me today, or I'll kill you and reclaim what you call the princess's reputation!"

Far from being afraid, the threatened "Choi Si-an" even smiled, his star-like eyes revealing a hint of amusement.

"Are all princesses in Silla this unruly?"

When Liu Zhimin met those smiling eyes, her whole body seemed to go limp, and she leaned down to rest against his chest, pouting sweetly.

"If being willful could make me possess my husband, then I would gladly be that willful village woman."

"Then...would the Princess be willing to return to Chang'an with me?"

"I've recently learned a new poem, and I'd like to recite it to you, my lord." She whispered in his ear, her Chinese accent slightly tinged with Silla, yet remarkably clear, each word earnest and passionate:

"To become a pair of mandarin ducks, I would gladly die; to be a pair of mandarin ducks, I envy not even the immortals..."

After speaking, she slightly raised herself up, her clear eyes fixed on "Cui Shi'an" beneath her, her gaze filled with shimmering tears, unwavering resolve, and a hint of shyness and nervousness after revealing her feelings.

After that, Liu Zhimin "didn't remember very clearly," only that she seemed to have gotten on a roller coaster.

Even the alarm clock couldn't wake her up; Ningning had to come to the bedroom to wake her.

"Unnie, wake up! The sun's already shining on your butt!"

"Hmm..." Liu Zhimin reluctantly opened his eyes a crack.

"Oh my, why is your face so red, unnie? Do you have a fever?" Ningning said, touching her forehead as she spoke, then muttered in confusion:

"It's not burning?"

Liu Zhimin lowered her eyes slightly, her slender white hands tightly gripping the corner of the blanket:

"Um... Ningning, could you please step out for a moment?"

"Why?" Ningning blinked her big eyes, looking puzzled.

"Hurry up..." Liu Zhimin urged softly, and even gently pushed her, otherwise if she lifted the blanket, she would definitely be exposed...