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

"Yeah, unnie."

When Liu Zhimin received the call from her fitness coach, she was nestled in the seat of her van on her way back to her dormitory.

"Has he left?"

"Just left. Let me tell you, Jimin-ssi..."

The female coach's voice was filled with barely suppressed excitement as she described in detail Cui Shi'an's astonishing strength and stamina. Judging from her tone, it was as if she had discovered some rare treasure.

"Really?" A hint of surprise flashed across Liu Zhimin's face, but he quickly regained his composure.

This, in turn, made the bizarre story of "resurrection" in her heart seem even more believable.

"So I was thinking, could we let him represent our gym in the competition next year? If he wins the championship, it would be great publicity for our gym."

"That probably won't work, unnie." Yoo Jimin's lips curled into a lukewarm smile. "Let's just practice according to the normal plan."

The female coach couldn't hide her disappointment: "Are you really not going to reconsider? I think he has a very good chance..."

"No way, unnie, Choi..." As soon as Yoo Ji-min uttered the word "Choi," Ning-ning and Kim Dong-dong in the front row turned around in unison, like cats smelling fish.

She had no choice but to change her tune: "...They are still students and foreigners. It would be very complicated for them to participate in this kind of profit-making activity."

"Still a student? I knew it, he does look a bit..." The female coach chuckled on the other end of the phone.

"Hmm?" Liu Zhimin keenly caught the unspoken meaning in the other person's tone, his expression slightly tense. "What's wrong?"

"It's like this... Shi Anxi, oh dear, hahaha..."

It's unclear what details the female coach mentioned later, but after hanging up the phone, Liu Zhimin's face turned ashen, and a blush of embarrassment spread behind her ears.

Kim Dong-won noticed her expression was off and cautiously asked, "Unnie, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing." Liu Zhimin closed his eyes, leaned back in his chair, and clearly didn't want to talk about it anymore.

But inside, he was seething with rage, wishing he could call that shameless guy right away and give him a good dressing down.

After finally making it to the underground parking garage of the apartment complex, she grabbed her phone and walked to a corner by herself: "You guys go up first, I'm going to make a call."

Seeing this, the agent frowned slightly, seemingly wanting to remind her to pay attention to the time, but when she met Liu Zhimin's gloomy eyes that seemed to be spitting fire, she swallowed the words that were on the tip of her tongue.

Meanwhile, Cui Shi'an had just returned to his dormitory and was about to turn on his computer to distract himself when Liu Zhimin's phone call came in.

"ah."

"What?" he answered the phone.

"Have you never seen a woman before?" Her opening line was full of hostility.

Choi Si-an was taken aback by the question: "...What's wrong with me?"

"Don't you know that yourself?"

He frowned slightly, annoyed by the absurd question: "Why can't you just say it clearly? Why do you always have to be so sarcastic?"

His impatient tone immediately drew the scrutinizing gaze of his roommates. Cui Shi'an waved his hand, picked up his phone, and left the dormitory.

Liu Zhimin's tone on the other end of the phone was even more aggressive: "Do I really have to spell this out for you? He's the coach I hired! Don't embarrass me, okay?!"

Cui Shi'an seemed to understand the crux of the matter, his expression softening but also showing embarrassment: "Was that situation something I could control? Besides, I didn't do anything..."

Little did he know that the more he tried to explain, the angrier Liu Zhimin became: "So you still want to do something to her, is that it??"

Cui Shi'an almost laughed in anger: "She touched me first, and I accidentally... okay?!"

In the afternoon at the gym, the trainer, under the guise of "checking his muscles," touched almost his entire arm, chest, abdomen, and thighs.

Imagine wearing such a revealing sports vest and having someone constantly pressing against you; any normal man would inevitably feel embarrassed.

"So you're just plain naive? You can't even handle this level of physical contact!"

A surge of anger welled up in Cui Shi'an's heart, and he retorted with a cold laugh:

"Yes, yes, of course I can't compare to you. I'm used to dancing intimately with male dancers on stage, so of course I don't care."

"Hey!" Liu Zhimin was completely enraged. "What kind of attitude is this? I was just kindly reminding you to watch your words!"

"You should be reminding her! I've never had a girl touch my pecs like that in my entire life!"

"Heh, can you make up something more plausible?" Liu Zhimin said sarcastically. "There's a limit to pretending to be innocent. Didn't any of your ex-girlfriends touch you?"

"Hey Yoo Ji-min, I've never had a girlfriend before, okay?!" Choi Si-an practically yelled.

"Where's that senior from your college who you were looking at apartments with? She's practically living with you, but she's still pretending!"

"Damn it." Cui Shi'an couldn't help but mutter a curse under his breath.

Liu Zhimin, on the other end of the phone, heard everything clearly, and his anger flared even more: "Hey! Cui Shi'an! Are you insulting me??"

"You brat!" Veins bulged on his forehead; this woman was practically rubbing salt into his wounds. "I'm insulting you!"

In a corner of the basement, Liu Zhimin stared wide-eyed in disbelief: "You...who are you calling a brat?"

"Shut up! You're spouting nonsense without knowing anything," Cui Shi'an said, getting angrier as he spoke, and he switched hands to grip the phone tightly.

"I've never even formally held hands with my senior! And she's moved to Songpo District now, so it's hard to say if I'll ever see her again. Are you satisfied now?!"

Liu Zhimin was taken aback. Songpo District…across the Han River…

She instantly understood what this geographical distance meant to Cui Shi'an.

Realizing this, the anger in her heart deflated like a punctured balloon, releasing most of it, and instead giving rise to a secret, unconscious sense of relief and schadenfreude:

"So...you just settled for the next best thing and took advantage of my coach?"

"Hey! Are you even listening to me?! That's a normal physiological phenomenon! It happens to any healthy adult male!"

"Ha," she scoffed dismissively, "talking about yourself like some innocent virgin."

Cui Shi'an's cheeks flushed red as he yelled into the phone, "I am! Damn it! I'm hanging up!"

Without waiting for Liu Zhimin's response, he decisively ended the call.

Hearing the busy tone from the phone, Liu Zhimin paused for two seconds.

It's actually true?

At this age...

Maternity solo? ?

A faint, indescribable smile crept onto the corners of her lips.

She thought for a moment, then dialed another number.

This time, I called my fitness coach.

"Unnie, next time you're instructing him, please try to avoid direct physical contact, okay? He seems a little uncomfortable with it. If there's a movement, you can just demonstrate it for him. Thank you."

After admonishing the coach, she tried calling Choi Si-an again.

Unfortunately, Cui Shi'an, who was in a fit of anger, saw the name flashing on the screen and hung up without thinking.

"Ugh..." Liu Zhimin pouted at the darkened screen. "Stingy..."