Peninsula Cicada Song Diary

Wanna One's "Energetic" was playing outside, making the sidewalk vibrate, but Bae Joo-hyun still fell asleep within half a minute.

Her breathing was even, and her sleeping face was as peaceful as a cat's. Pei Xiyan wrapped his arms around her legs and lifted her up in his arms. Pei Zhuxuan hummed softly twice and curled up into a small ball in his arms.

Son Seungwan, Park Sooyoung, and Kim Yerin suddenly all looked at Kang Seulgi.

"This time it wasn't me who said it." Kang Seulgi looked aggrieved. Last time was last time, and this time it's this time.

To prove her innocence, she asked:

"Xiao Yan, what brings you here?"

"he."

Pei Xiyan nodded towards Jin Nanxi beside her, and they then realized that the staff member in front of them was not just passing by, but knew Pei Xiyan.

With a grin, Jin Nanxi pulled out her work ID from her suit. "Hello, I'm Xiyan's friend and also a staff member in charge of this performance."

"I was the one who notified him to come over."

Seeing the prominent title of "Section Chief of the Administrative Department" on their work permits, they more or less understood that the staff on site must have known about the artist's physical condition, and that the enemy was not in Honnoji, but in SBS.

"Hey, then why are you still wearing a hat?" Park Soo-young ripped off Bae Seok-yeon's hoodie hood.

Because Pei Xiyan was wearing a hat and his clothes were out of place with Wannaone, they simply ignored him as a staff member.

"Because you've been keeping it from me." Pei Xiyan glanced at them indifferently, "So I'm keeping it from you too."

"Hehe." The four of them looked at each other and chuckled sheepishly.

They walked into the waiting room, and as soon as the door opened, the staff who had been smiling and ready to greet them froze in place, looking as if they were struggling to move.

Zheng Shuyan thought she was seeing things, so she rubbed her eyes, and then sadly realized that she wasn't mistaken.

It was that person, Cicada, who looked like she stepped out of a comic book. Bae Joo-hyun was sleeping soundly in his arms, her light hair covering half her face. There wasn't a trace of strain on his face, as if he were holding a ball of cotton.

A feeling of shared sorrow arose within Zheng Shuyan. She dragged her heavy legs to Pei Xiyan, resignedly lowered her head, and looked at him with guilt.

The princess is sleeping in the young dragon's arms, who can hold him down? A prince? But this dragon is more handsome and dazzling than a prince! The gold coins piled up in his castle are probably enough to buy the prince's country!

Where should I go for my next job? Should I try JYP? Or should I just go back to my hometown? My parents are waiting for me to take care of them in their old age... Zheng Shuyan couldn't stop her wild thoughts.

"Shuyan-xi, I'll take Nuna back first."

"What?!" Zheng Shuyan looked up in surprise as her wild thoughts dissipated.

Just that one casual remark? Nothing else?

"Is there a problem?" Pei Xiyan could see her surprise.

"Ani." Zheng Shuyan shook her head like a rattle-drum. "Cicadaxi, please go ahead."

"Hmm." Pei Xiyan nodded, then pondered for a moment, "What's the schedule for tomorrow?"

"No...no!" Zheng Shuyan replied quickly. There really wasn't anything tomorrow, and even if there were, she would say no. Zheng Shuyan believed that her boss would understand her once she knew the reason.

"Kamsanghamida." Pei Xiyan thanked him, and amidst Zheng Shuyan's flattered expression, he began to look around the waiting room. He successfully found Pei Zhuxuan's bag on the sofa, borrowed a blanket to cover the person in his arms, and prepared to leave.

"I'm leaving now."

The waiting room was filled with the responses of survivors: "Please take care."

"Be careful on the road, Cicadaxi!"

Son Seungwan and the other three saw him to the door, saying, "Take good care of unnie." Kim Yerin waved cheerfully and added, "Goodbye, Xiyan oppa!"

Jin Nanxi escorted them all the way to the parking lot. After all, carrying such a big person, without anyone to cover them, the two of them would be on the hot list tomorrow.

Watching him carefully place Bae Joo-hyun in the back seat, Kim Nam-hee cleared her throat and tapped on the car body. "Remember what you promised today."

"Don't worry." After closing the back door, Pei Xiyan returned to the driver's seat and fastened her seatbelt. "When have I ever broken my promise?"

"Okay." Jin Nanxi's face lit up immediately.

"I'm leaving now." Pei Xiyan waved, rolled up the car window, and sped away.

"Cough cough." The wake kicked up exhaust fumes and dust. Kim Nancy fanned herself while angrily punching the departing Panamera.

"Oh, are you in such a hurry to be reborn, Pei Xiyan!"

When Pei Xiyan arrived, he encountered almost every red light; he wished he could sprout wings and fly over. Now, on the way back, all the lights were green, and he drove more smoothly than Son Seungwan belting out a high note.

When they got home, it was a little after nine o'clock. Pei Xiyan carried Pei Zhuxuan upstairs and pushed open the door to her bedroom. A scent of orange detergent wafted into her nose.

She didn't turn on the lights for the time being, because she was afraid the light would wake Bae Joo-hyun in her arms.

Pei Xiyan tossed his bag onto the beanbag chair by the balcony, then gently placed Pei Zhuxuan on the bed, took off her shoes and socks, covered her with the blanket, adjusted the air conditioner to a comfortable temperature, and left the room to fetch a basin of warm water from the bathroom.

He knew a little about makeup removal, so he rummaged through the nearby dressing table and found cotton pads, makeup remover, eye makeup remover, and other tools. He then began to help Bae Joo-hyun remove her makeup.

Pei Xiyan's movements were very gentle, as if she were wiping a rare and extremely fragile treasure, and she dared not use any force, for fear that the treasure would break if she used even the slightest force.

Bae Joo-hyun's face is absolutely a rare gem; she can easily become a sensation just by wearing a big red flower and dancing to "Havana."

Pei Xiyan remembered that she had been on a variety show before, where she played a girl who tried to pay for her face and even mortgage 10 billion yuan in a skit. His hand stroked her cool eyebrows and delicate nose, down to her lips and then to her small chin.

One hundred billion is too little.

After removing her makeup, Bae Joo-hyun's pale face was on full display. Her paleness was inherited from her aunt, and it was clearly not this extreme, paper-like, bloodless pallor. Bae Xi-yan pursed her lips, soaked a towel in warm water, wrung it out, and carefully wiped Bae Joo-hyun's cheeks and neck.

Because I was being careful, it was very slow; I only finished wiping it after the doorbell rang downstairs.

After tucking Pei Zhuxuan in, Pei Xiyan poured some water and went downstairs to open the door. Outside was the community doctor he had booked on his way back; she arrived promptly at ten o'clock.

"My cold was caused by getting chilled, and it got worse because I didn't rest or keep warm."

A few minutes later, the doctor removed his stethoscope and announced the diagnosis: "Take some medicine, twice a day, and rest well for a few days, and you will recover."

The doctor said a lot, even as he dropped her off at the door, he was still nagging: "Remember, you can't give her anything spicy or stimulating these next few days. Make sure she drinks plenty of water and eats plenty of fruits and vegetables like tomatoes, kiwis, and oranges, as well as foods rich in high-quality protein like eggs and milk..."

Pei Xiyan didn't interrupt her and stood by the door listening attentively. When the doctor was about to leave, he ran to the storeroom and got a cosmetic gift set for her to take with her. Because of his work, his mother would send him a lot of luxury cosmetics and clothes every quarter, which he couldn't use up. Giving them away was usually the quickest solution.

The female doctor did not refuse and happily left with the gift box.

Pei Xiyan went upstairs, fed Pei Zhuxuan her medicine, took a shower, and then returned to the bedside, turning on a bedside lamp to continue her vigil.

The night was long, the room was quiet, with only two breaths, one deep and one shallow, and the tapping of fingernails against the screen.