Peninsula: A Max-Level Forward's Leisurely Life

Night had completely fallen outside the detached villa in Munich's affluent neighborhood.

Lee Chi-hoon pushed open the door, casually tossed his sports bag next to the entryway cabinet, took off his dark gray coat, neatly rolled up his shirt sleeves, and walked towards the open-plan island kitchen.

Now that I've declared I'll cook myself, the cooking challenge mode is officially activated.

Choi Sulli followed behind, her head still spinning. The intense testosterone from the training base was still too much for her to process.

The young woman didn't even bother to put on her slippers properly; as she walked inside, she haphazardly took off her fisherman's hat and mask.

It was like a fluffy little tail that he couldn't shake off, circling around the man's feet.

"Go rest on the sofa." Li Chixun took out some ingredients from the refrigerator and glanced at her sideways.

"I'm not going." Choi Sulli threw her hat onto the island counter and put her hands on her hips.

"Now I've seen firsthand how women train at top European clubs."

She raised her chin and emphasized those words, "I have to experience what it's like to be a star player's family member."

She used the word "family member" so naturally, I couldn't be bothered to argue with her.

Li Chixun didn't chase them away anymore, and casually took out a few ripe red tomatoes from the paper bag and handed them over.

"Okay, take it and wash it clean."

Choi Sulli held the tomato as if it were a treasure and stood excitedly by the stainless steel pool.

She was full of energy, but her aim was completely off. She grabbed the faucet handle and pulled it up sharply.

Whoosh!

The water pressure was immense, and the water splashed violently the moment it touched the tomato skin, soaking her completely.

The thin, loose-fitting white long-sleeved shirt was soaked through at the chest, the fabric clinging limply to the skin.

"ah!"

Sulli exclaimed in surprise and quickly stepped back, almost knocking over the high stool behind her.

Just then.

A large, warm, rough hand gently pulled her back from behind.

Li Chixun turned off the tap with one hand, grabbed a few kitchen paper towels with the other, and pressed them directly against her chest without any hesitation.

The force was neither too light nor too heavy, and through the thin, soaked fabric, the scalding body temperature was transmitted with exceptional clarity.

Choi Sulli slowed her breathing. What? Was this person doing this on purpose?

After finally blotting off the surface water, Li Chixun threw the crumpled paper into the trash can and was about to go back to chopping vegetables.

This troublesome girl is anything but well-behaved.

Instead of moving away, she moved forward and hugged his broad waist tightly from behind.

Her fair, delicate face pressed firmly against his back, rubbing back and forth irregularly a couple of times.

"Are you tired from today's intense training session?"

She mumbled against the fabric, her voice muffled.

Lee Chi-hoon held a kitchen knife in his hand, his wrist shaking rhythmically as he sliced ​​the onions on the cutting board into even, thin strips.

Dragging this delicate little burden, he didn't even sway once.

"It's alright." He said casually, "It's just that someone stood on the sidelines like a giant popsicle this afternoon, which inexplicably made me want to perform a little more."

The voice just fell.

The hands behind his back tightened noticeably. Sulli couldn't suppress the smile on her face, and continued her smug antics on his back.

"That's... so am I considered your super lucky charm?"

Lee Chi-hoon paused for a moment, his knife still in his hand. "No."

His voice carried a lazy, teasing tone, "Your fully covered-up appearance makes you look just like a vicious wife coming to check up on you."

The moment that ridiculous analogy was uttered, Choi Sulli's face burned instantly. The fragile, warm feeling she had just built up was completely destroyed, and she angrily pinched his waist.

"What nonsense are you spouting, you stinky oppa!"

"Who's checking up on you? She's not even your wife yet!"

I knew she was being stubborn. Li Chixun chuckled, too lazy to refute her arrogant excuses. He stopped what he was doing, freed one hand, and reached behind him to cover her fidgeting little hand.

He applied slight pressure with his palm, forcing her to hug him even tighter, completely crushing her protests in the warmth of their close bodies.

……

More than half an hour later.

On the spacious dining table, a large spread of steaming, plentiful dishes was laid out: rich soybean paste soup, brightly colored sweet and sour pork, and a plate of spicy stir-fried squid.

He fulfilled all her requests that she had mentioned in the car, and in this most down-to-earth way, he declared the first day of their cohabitation life a perfect ending.

The two sat at the table, enjoying the hard-won peace amidst the aroma of food filling the room.

As they ate, Choi Sulli began to dutifully fulfill the required duties of being a star athlete's girlfriend.

Holding his chopsticks, he insisted on pestering Li Chixun to tell him about the gossip that happened on the sidelines of the football field.

While eating the rice in his bowl, Li Chixun picked through the everyday events in the locker room, complaining about each of his burly teammates.

It talks about how sharp-tongued Müller is, even criticizing the goalposts. It also talks about Lahm's old-fashioned demeanor, yet how he strictly enforces team rules behind the scenes. And it includes a mention of Guardiola's obsessive-compulsive disorder regarding pitch moisture.

Choi Sulli's eyes lit up as she listened, and she even forgot to eat the sweet and sour pork in her hand. She even tried to imitate the complicated Bavarian German pronunciation.

Her soft, limp tongue couldn't straighten at all, and a series of strange syllables popped out of her mouth, sounding like someone sleepwalking.

Lee Chi-hoon couldn't even swallow his food; he was laughing so hard his chest was shaking.

"What kind of nonsensical tune is this? Are you summoning aliens?"

This little girl has a very strong sense of self-respect. She was not going to stand being laughed at, so she threw down her chopsticks and glared at him defiantly.

"Stop laughing! If you're so capable, teach me one of the most practical things yourself!"

—The prey walked right into the door.

Lee Chi-hoon stopped laughing, rested his chin on one hand, and his deep eyes gleamed slightly.

"Okay, repeat after me."

He deliberately slowed down his speech, uttering each word with perfect German pronunciation.

"Das ist meine Freundin."

Sulli couldn't detect the trickery in his words and was seriously mimicking his lip movements.

I stupidly repeated it twice.

Although his pronunciation was still a bit off, he managed to say it all in one go.

"What does this mean? Can I use it when I go shopping?"

She looked at the other side with anticipation.

Lee Chi-hoon picked up the glass of water beside him and took a slow, deliberate sip. "It's not really suitable to use it when shopping."

Meeting her questioning gaze, he curled the corners of his lips upward.

"It means—this is my girlfriend."

The voice just fell.

Choi Sulli's hand, holding the soup spoon, froze in mid-air. It took her two or three seconds to realize what was happening.

After all that, it turns out I was led by the nose to publicly declare our relationship? The way I was earnestly mimicking him just now was utterly ridiculous.

Her fair skin flushed red all the way to her ears.

Frustrated and enraged, she grabbed a wad of tissues she had used to wipe her hands and threw it at the man's face without hesitation.

"Hey! You tricked me!"

Li Chixun didn't even turn his head, and easily caught the wad of tissues.

This paltry act of revenge only made his smile grow even wider.

……

The meal ended amidst playful banter.

Outside, the Munich night was quiet and deep, but inside the villa, the lights were set to be unusually warm.

After eating and drinking their fill, the two of them sprawled out on the huge corner sofa in the living room like they had no bones.

The television was on, but it was just a background noise that no one watched.

Choi Sulli nestled comfortably in Lee Ji-hoon's broad embrace, her legs draped over him naturally, her hands busy swiping her phone.

On her phone screen were several candid photos that a staff member had secretly sent her this afternoon from the stands at the base.

There are photos of Lee Ji-hoon from various angles, including a high-definition close-up of him running against the light, sweating profusely.

She flipped through the pages one by one, and the more she looked, the more her peach blossom eyes laughed.

How can someone have such an amazing back view, and yet possess such a captivating, savage, and aggressive aura?

The thought, "I suffered so much injustice before, all to accumulate enough luck to meet him," once again uncontrollably rushed into my mind.

She bit her lower lip, her shoulders trembling, shaking uncontrollably in the man's arms, letting out a few deliberately suppressed silly laughs.

Lee Chi-hoon was watching a sports replay on TV when he was abruptly interrupted by the vibrating motor in his arms.

"Why are you acting crazy here so late at night instead of sleeping?"

He lowered his head, trying to peer over her shoulder at the glowing screen.

To everyone's surprise, Choi Sulli reacted extremely quickly.

She suddenly rolled over and quickly covered her phone tightly under the fabric of her clothes in front of her chest.

She curled up on the sofa like a kitten guarding its food.

"No way! This is my personal property!"

—The more they refuse to let you see it, the more suspicious they are.

Li Chixun raised an eyebrow, skipping all the preamble. His thick, long arm slammed down and grabbed him.

He didn't even try to grab the broken phone that was tightly covered up; instead, he slipped his fingers into the thin hem of her dress at her waist.

I fiddled with that most sensitive, itchy spot.

"Hahaha! Help!"

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This kind of dimensional reduction attack is simply unsolvable.

Sulli instantly lost her composure, feeling so ticklish that tears were almost streaming down her face. She laughed so hard she could barely breathe and could only raise her hands in a frantic surrender.

The phone fell onto the soft leather cushion with a 'thud'.

The screen is still unlocked.

Li Chixun picked it up casually, and after just one glance, his brow twitched involuntarily.

That was a close-up screenshot of him after scoring a goal in the afternoon, with his back to most of the field, showing off by raising his hands to make a heart shape with his fingers.

Not only was it cropped out separately, but she also deliberately added a tacky pink filter to it.

There was both witness testimony and physical evidence. He casually tossed his phone onto the coffee table and looked down at the girl who was still panting.

"You're ignoring the living, breathing person lying in your arms, but instead you're laughing your head off at a pixelated photograph?"

Do you have any unusual fetishes?

Sulli's face was burning hot, but she wouldn't back down when it came to talking.

She glared back defiantly: "This is my first time visiting the set as a family member! It's so meaningful!"

"This is completely different from you, who just hangs around me every day eating and sleeping, okay?!"

She had quite a few excuses. Li Chixun's eyes darkened slightly, and he pressed down on her two slender arms that were still struggling restlessly.

She leaned down half an inch, completely sealing herself in the narrow space between herself and the sofa back.

"Well, you wretched peach."

A wicked smile played on his lips, and his voice was deep.

Before he won me over, he came to confess his love and fawn over me every day in different ways.

"We've only had it for a few days, and you're already complaining that I'm an eyesore? You're tired of looking at me, aren't you?"

"Just wait and see how I deal with you tonight."

Before he could finish speaking, and before Choi Sulli could utter a single word in rebuttal, Lee Ji-hoon scooped her up from the sofa.

He strode across the corridor and kicked open the master bedroom door.

Bang! The door slammed shut behind us.

The living room fell silent again, with only the weak, listless voice of the sports replay on the television.

……

The night remained as still as water.

And what lies behind that door to the master bedroom—

No one knows.

(Anyway, when Choi Sulli woke up the next day, her legs were weak.)