Peninsula diplomat: My second life with a top celebrity

"What happened this morning?" Zheng Daoxun repeated slowly.

He knew exactly what Sana Minatozaki was referring to—the time she rushed out of the elevator and almost got hit by the food cart, and he pulled her back.

It was a normal physical reaction for Sana Minatozaki to be pulled into his arms; there was nothing to apologize for.

But the woman even rubbed her hand against her chest.

Keep in mind that in this timeline, the two had only met a few times and weren't even acquaintances...

"Well..." Sana Minatozaki pouted slightly, the words reaching her lips but then seeming to swallow a mouthful of air that got stuck in her throat.

Zheng Daoxun remained calm, perhaps because he didn't care at all, or perhaps he didn't notice her subtle movements.

"This morning, I think I accidentally rubbed some foundation on your shirt, and I don't know if it got stuck there and stained your clothes..."

Sana Minatozaki was certain he wouldn't remember whether she was wearing makeup or not, so taking advantage of the fact that they were in the laundry room, she had a sudden inspiration and changed the subject.

Wow... she's a real genius.

"No, it's not dirty, and besides, you were here this morning..." — Zheng Daoxun's follow-up attack came one after another.

But before the sword was fully drawn, it was pushed back into its sheath by Sana Minatozaki:

"Light makeup!"

"Pay attention to your surroundings next time you walk." Zheng Daoxun didn't say anything more, set an alarm on his phone, and turned to leave.

He had just specifically adjusted Sana Minatozaki's washing machine to the gentle wash mode, which would take an hour and a half.

I chose the normal 45-minute mode, and will set it to two hours when it's time to dry. With such a big difference in time, we can stagger the times when picking up the clothes.

After leaving the laundry room, Jung Do-hoon was too lazy to go back to his room to lie down, so he turned around and went to the gym to work out.

I went straight to work as soon as I woke up this morning, and my exercise level was far from sufficient. If there's any habit from my past life that I've retained to this day, it's that exercising is the only good one.

There were some familiar faces at the gym that evening: Jihyo from TWICE, NMIXX... who was it again? Jung Do-hoon only recognized Seol-yoon.

Jung Do-hoon is relatively low-key. He only did some cardio on the treadmill for a while to warm up his body before doing anaerobic exercise. According to his fitness plan, today should be his leg day.

But many muscular men who have worked out with their legs know what kind of soreness they experience after a leg workout. Even though Jung Do-hoon is only 25 years old and his physical functions are still at their peak, he can't guarantee how he will feel when he wakes up tomorrow.

As Jung Do-hoon sat on the equipment, he hesitated about whether to switch to shoulder training, when a female voice came—

"When training your legs, you need to engage your core muscles. Look at me."

Park Ji-hyo, do you really need to be so overly familiar?

Zheng Daoxun's lips twitched slightly.

In her past life, after getting together with Sana Minatozaki, she bought Jung Do-hoon a gym membership to prevent him from developing a beer belly. The gym was naturally recommended by fitness fanatic Park Ji-hyo.

The two didn't usually interact much, and Park Ji-hyo rarely spoke to Jung Do-hoon, but things were different at the gym.

Jung Do-hoon received a lot of guidance and training from Park Ji-hyo. In fact, his current fitness program is based on a set of methods he learned from Park Ji-hyo.

Perhaps subconscious reactions always outpace conscious thought; as soon as Park Ji-hyo finished speaking, Jung Do-hoon automatically adjusted his posture and began leg exercises under her guidance—

It was a truly agonizing hour. In his past life, Jung Do-hoon was Minatozaki Sana's boyfriend, so it was understandable that Park Ji-hyo wanted to give him some pointers.

Now the two are strangers—but thinking back, in her past life, when Park Jihyo frequented the gym, she always liked to exchange fitness experiences with others.

"You've got a great physique. Which company do you work for?"

Finally, as the training was about to end, Park Jihyo, who was standing to the side, also finished her own training. She wiped her sweat and leaned against the wall, sizing up Jung Do-hoon.

"I'm not an entertainer." Jung Do-hoon stood up from the equipment, supporting himself on his legs, and took a few steps while holding onto the wall before he could catch his breath. "Jung Do-hoon from the Cultural Exchange Division of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs."

"Ah, Do-hoon-ssi, it's an honor to meet you!"

……

I've heard so much about you, but I don't know where you heard it from. It couldn't be Minatozaki Sana, could it?

Zheng Daoxun walked back to the laundry room, leaning against the wall—it was no exaggeration. Who doesn't feel weak in their thighs after leg training? Those who are full of energy after leg training definitely didn't train properly.

The temperature in the laundry room was much higher than in other places. Even before he went in, he could feel the heat through the frosted glass door.

Jung Do-hoon opened the door and saw a young woman sitting meticulously on a small stool, waiting for her washing machine.

What is Sana Minatozaki doing? Who just sits there waiting for the washing machine?

Sure enough, her face was covered with beads of sweat, which flowed down her fair cheeks, which were tinged with a rosy blush, outlining their shape.

After noticing someone enter, Sana Minatozaki turned around and glanced at them, their eyes meeting.

Why does he look so exhausted?

Sana Minatozaki stood up and offered her small stool to Jung Do-hoon, who didn't stand on ceremony and sat down directly.

The washing machine will be ready in a few more minutes, and Jung Do-hoon really didn't want to stand there and endure the rest of the time.

"Are you just going to wait here like this?"

"I took some clothes out and hand-washed them. They're just finished and are already drying." Sana Minatozaki pointed to the drying machine that was running above.

Jung Do-hoon smiled helplessly. He couldn't possibly let Sana Minatozaki take his teasing so seriously, could he? Besides, she had been washing for almost an hour.

However, it was the same in her previous life. After living together, Jung Do-hoon said something to her, and afterwards, Minatozaki Sana always washed her clothes separately.

"What's wrong with you?" Minatozaki Sana squatted down, resting her cheek on her hand, and glanced at Jung Do-hoon's profile—

I didn't get a good look when I met him in the laundry room before, but his muscle definition is really good.

"I'm going to the gym."

"Oh..." Sana Minatozaki pouted slightly, "Leg training?"

How did you know?

"You seem a little unsteady on your feet," Sana Minatozaki said hesitantly. "I absolutely didn't mean to say you're weak!"

"It's like this every leg training day." His tone was a little stubborn.

"Really? I don't feel anything?" Minatozaki Sana squinted and patted her thigh.

This was the first time she had ever seen Zheng Daoxun's emotional fluctuations; it was quite interesting.

"You work out?" Jung Do-hoon blurted out, feeling that he must have been provoked by Sana Minatozaki's tone.

It's worth noting that Sana Minatozaki is someone who almost never exercises.

"I rarely work out..." Sana Minatozaki shook her head, then tilted her head and uttered a soft "Hmm?", "How do you know I don't work out?"

"There's not a trace of fitness on your body."

"Oh~"

The air fell silent again, and the intertwined gazes drifted apart due to differing thoughts.

The washing machine dinged, and the two looked up at the same time, their eyes meeting once again.