Peninsula diplomat: My second life with a top celebrity

Sana Minato swore that she absolutely did not fall into Jung Do-hoon's arms on purpose.

But when everything has already become a fait accompli, perhaps...

Make the most of the opportunity.

With her other hand, she tentatively raised it and gently touched Zheng Daoxun's back. He was only stunned for a moment, but did not push her away. So her hand grabbed his suit jacket.

Sana Minatozaki buried her face in Jung Do-hoon's arms.

He smelled faintly of alcohol, but the previous smell of cigarettes was almost undetectable.

But... why is there a perfume scent that's so mixed up?

Jung Do-hoon felt the woman in his arms sniffing his scent like a Shiba Inu, and for a moment he was in a daze.

He used to be greeted with the same hug when he came home from get off work.

If Sana Minatozaki is home, she will always come running out in her slippers to hug him and ask him more questions about his day.

It would be a lie to say I don't miss our cohabitation back then.

On the busiest days, having such an energetic girlfriend waiting for me at home after get off work always cheers me up, no matter how bad my mood is.

"Have you had dinner yet?" Jung Do-hoon silently counted a few times in his mind, and when he felt it was about time, he gently pushed Minatozaki Sana away and helped her sit up straight.

"Sorry, I might have been squatting for a while, and my brain is a little oxygen-deprived... I had some dessert at the coffee shop, so I'm not very hungry."

It's a real shame, Sana Minatozaki felt like she wasn't quite satisfied.

It's a strange feeling; I clearly came to him to get an explanation, yet I found myself involuntarily wanting to talk to him...

Is the word "贴贴" (tiētiē) appropriate?

Although it was a bit too intimate, Sana Minatozaki couldn't think of any other words at that moment.

On the bright side, at least Jung Do-hoon doesn't mind physical contact with her, does he?

"So you're a little hungry?" Zheng Daoxun looked around. He felt that it would be more appropriate to talk about some things while eating.

In preparation for his meeting with Sana Minatozaki that evening, he didn't eat much. As a result, drinking on an almost empty stomach actually made him feel quite uncomfortable, and he felt a little unwell after walking just a few steps.

Fortunately, he was still mostly sober and didn't get so drunk that he repeated Thursday night's incident.

"But there probably aren't any places to eat around here." Sana Minato lowered her eyes, thought for a while, then looked up, her eyes sparkling. "How about we go to my place? I have some groceries at home, and it's not too far away. It'll be a good place for the two of us to have a good chat."

Jung Do-hoon did not object. At least at Minatozaki Sana's house, he didn't have to worry about being photographed by paparazzi, which was somewhat like his home turf.

"Dohoon-ssi?"

While waiting for a taxi, Sana Minatozaki raised her head, looked at him, and called his name in a serious manner.

"What's wrong?"

"Weren't you attending the Spanish ambassador's dinner? Why... does your perfume smell so mixed?"

Does it? Jeong Do-hoon himself couldn't smell it.

However, the answer is obvious.

It was the work of those free-spirited Latin American diplomats and journalists.

They already wore strong perfumes, and with round after round of them coming to drink with him, it was hard for Zheng Daoxun to avoid being tainted by their scent.

"Latin Americans tend to have a stronger body odor, so they probably wear more perfume," Jung Do-hoon explained habitually, then belatedly realized that he and Minatozaki Sana were not in a romantic relationship, so there seemed to be no need to explain further and he stopped talking.

Fortunately, Sana Minatozaki did not press the matter further.

The taxi ride to Sana Minatozaki's house took only about ten minutes. Perhaps because she had Jung Do-hoon under her control and was no longer afraid of him disappearing, Sana Minatozaki seemed much more relaxed. Even though they didn't talk on the way, she wasn't as anxious as she had been on the phone earlier.

However, although Sana Minatozaki's refrigerator has enough food to make dinner, there isn't actually much that she can use.

Jung Do-hoon searched from top to bottom and found only one large cabbage. There was some meat in the freezer, but it would take a long time to thaw. He couldn't possibly stay at Minatozaki Sana's house for half the night just to make a midnight snack.

Fortunately, all the seasonings were still available.

"Can you eat only vegetables?" Jung Do-hoon cut open the cabbage and was about to get the seasonings when Minatozaki Sana handed him everything he needed.

"sure!"

It's said that working together as a team makes the work easier.

However... the coordination between Minatozaki Sana and him was a bit too perfect. Jung Do-hoon recalled the scene when he asked Hwang Ye-ji to help cook at home, and the more he helped, the more chaotic things became. This perfect coordination was even more obvious.

To be honest, Sana Minato didn't know why, but when she saw Jung Do-hoon preparing to make stir-fried cabbage, she prepared the seasonings for him as if it were muscle memory.

Looking at Zheng Daoxun wearing an apron, she felt as if she could hear her own heartbeat.

Regardless of whether the man in her dream was actually Jung Do-hoon, Minatozaki Sana felt that the man in front of her truly had many endearing qualities.

He has a good height, but not so tall that it's disproportionate. His peach blossom eyes, sword-like eyebrows, and high nose bridge make him a pleasing sight no matter how you look at him.

After noticing Jung Do-hoon's somewhat "concerned" glance, Minatozaki Sana took a small step back and looked at the microwave oven:

"Oh! The rice is heated up, I'll go get it now."

The rice was a ready-made meal bought from a convenience store; it just needed to be heated up.

Sana Minato grabbed two more pairs of chopsticks and went to the living room before Jung Do-hoon. She poured him a glass of hot water and sat obediently at the dining table to wait.

About half a minute passed, but Jung Do-hoon still hadn't come out of the kitchen.

Sana Minatosaki turned back and saw Jung Do-hoon clutching his stomach, his face pale.

"Dohoon-ssi, what's wrong with you?"

"It's nothing, just a bit of a stomachache." Zheng Daoxun waved his hand, saying that drinking on an empty stomach was too bad for his stomach.

"Let me rub it for you." Minatozaki Sana helped Jung Do-hoon to sit down on the sofa without letting him refuse.

This is where he "stayed" for the night last night.

Now, however, there's one less person in the way in the room.

This made Sana Minatozaki feel much better.

Sana Minatozaki reached out and took off his apron, then pressed it against Jung Do-hoon's stomach: "Is this an old problem?"

"It's an old problem, but I'm usually fine if I don't drink on an empty stomach." Jung Do-hoon was sweating slightly from the pain, but he couldn't care less about anything else at the moment, and let Minatozaki Sana put her hand on his abdomen.

With a gentle massage, the spasm-like sensation instantly subsided.

Seeing that Zheng Daoxun was much better, Minatozaki Sana breathed a sigh of relief, thankfully her massage had worked.

However, Zheng Daoxun's eyebrows did not relax as the pain subsided.

"Sana xi..."

"Hmm? What's wrong?" Minatozaki Sana looked up.

"How come you're so skilled at kneading my stomach?"