Peninsula: These female celebrities are all so neurotic.

Chapter 56 Her Favorite Daily Life

The two collapsed onto the sofa, as if all their strength had been drained away.

Choi Sulli rested her head on Liu Zimu's shoulder, her legs were draped over the sofa armrest, and her hair was loose around Liu Zimu's neck.

Liu Zimu wasn't in much better shape; his back was soaked with sweat, and his arms ached so much he couldn't lift them.

"Oppa," Sulli's voice was languid, "the clothes in your walk-in closet are in the wrong order."

"What order?"

"You need to categorize things; you've made a complete mess of everything." She said this without even opening her eyes.

Liu Zimu turned his head to look at her. Her lips were slightly pouting, and her face was clean and tidy, like a high school student.

"Choi Jin-ri, do you have OCD?"

"It's not OCD, it's about quality of life." Choi Sulli opened one eye. "When you used to live alone, you couldn't even find your other sock."

Liu Zimu opened his mouth but didn't refute: "Whatever, I don't want to move."

It was quiet for a while.

Only some of the living room lights were on, and the light was warm.

The night view of the Han River outside the window is lit up, and the traffic flows like glowing rivers.

Choi Sulli suddenly rolled over, lay on his chest, rested her chin on his collarbone, and looked up at him.

"Oppa".

"Huh?"

I'm hungry.

Liu Zimu looked at her pitifully.

He couldn't resist reaching out and pinching her cheek; it felt wonderful.

What would you like to eat?

I'll eat whatever you make.

Liu Zimu pulled her off him and sat up on the sofa.

Choi Sulli also sat up, her hair a mess like a bird's nest. She reached out to tidy it up, but it got messy again, so she simply gave up.

The two changed their shoes, put on their coats, and took the elevator downstairs.

There's a supermarket not far from the entrance of the residential area. It's not a 24-hour convenience store, but a proper supermarket.

Choi Sulli pulled up the hood of her sweatshirt and put on her mask, leaving only her eyes visible.

Liu Zimu pushed the shopping cart ahead, and she followed behind, occasionally throwing things into the cart.

"Didn't you say it didn't matter?" Liu Zimu asked, looking at the extra snacks in the shopping cart.

"That's because you can cook whatever you want, but I can't just eat whatever I want," Choi Sulli said matter-of-factly, tossing another bag of peach gummies into the car.

Walking into the fresh produce section, Liu Zimu began to carefully select ingredients.

Choi Sulli stood beside him, watching him pick out the pork belly, and suddenly laughed.

"What are you laughing at?" Liu Zimu glanced at her.

"I'm laughing at you." She tilted her head. "The way you pick out meat is just like V's mom."

"..."

Liu Zimu ignored her and took a lot more ingredients.

Choi Sulli also put two boxes of strawberries and one box of blueberries into her shopping cart.

The two carried the bags back, and the night breeze blowing from the Han River was chilly.

Choi Sulli linked arms with Liu Zimu, carrying fruit in her other hand, and walked slowly.

Sulli really liked this feeling, this peaceful life.

"Oppa, do you think we'll always be like this?"

"How so?"

"It's just going to the supermarket, buying groceries, cooking at home, and then watching TV together." Her voice was a little low as she said this.

Liu Zimu tightened her grip on his arm: "I will."

Back home, Liu Zimu put on an apron and started working.

Choi Sulli leaned against the kitchen island counter, holding a glass of freshly poured juice, watching him work.

"Aren't you going to help?"

"I'm keeping an eye on you," she said, taking a sip of her juice. "What if you burn the kitchen down? This is my house."

Liu Zimu glared at her, but she remained smiling and unmoved.

There weren't many dishes: two main dishes, a soup, and a pot of meat.

Sulli wasn't idle either; she started arranging things on the dining table.

When Liu Zimu brought out the last bowl of soup, she saw that she had lit two candles on the table.

"Where did you get the candle?"

"I just bought it at the supermarket, didn't you see it?"

Liu Zimu put down the soup and saw that she had turned off most of the lights, leaving only the chandelier above the dining table and two candles.

"Why all the formality?"

"The first meal in the new house." She sat down opposite him, resting her chin on her hands as she looked at him. "Of course it should be formal. We'll consider whether to have a housewarming party after you get back."

Liu Zimu sat down opposite her: "No, I don't have many friends."

The candlelight flickered, casting her face in alternating light and shadow, making it difficult to discern her expression.

There seemed to be heartache, there seemed to be affection, but no pity...

"Eat up." Liu Zimu put a piece of meat into her bowl.

Choi Sulli didn't rush to eat. She took a deep breath, picked up her phone, and took a picture.

Liu Zimu instinctively reached out to block her, but she had already finished taking pictures.

"I won't post it online." She placed her phone face down on the table. "I'll keep it for myself."

When they started eating, Choi Sulli ate with relish, glancing up at him every now and then, her eyes filled with tender satisfaction.

"Oppa, you're perfect to be a husband."

Liu Zimu almost choked on his rice, picked up his water glass and took a swig: "Don't talk while you're eating."

Choi Sulli smiled, her eyes crinkling with laughter, and then she picked up another piece of meat and stuffed it into her mouth.

After the meal, Liu Zimu washed the dishes, while Cui Xueli dried them and put them in the dish rack.

One person washes while the other dries; they work together quite well.

"Oppa, what time is your flight tomorrow?"

Liu Zimu paused for a moment: "Ten o'clock in the morning."

Choi Sulli put the dried plate into the dish rack and remained silent.

A while later.

Sulli then said, "I'll take you to the airport."

"Don't you have plans for tomorrow?"

"It can be pushed now."

"Don't push me." Liu Zimu turned off the tap, turned to look at her, and said, "I can just take a taxi there myself."

Choi Sulli stared at him for two seconds, then reached out and grabbed the strap of his apron, closing the distance between them.

"Liu Zimu".

"What?"

"You don't want me to deliver it, do you? Who do you want to deliver it? Bae Joo-hyun? Park Chae-young?"

"No, I just feel that you don't need to make a special trip. I'll just go for a few days."

"What exactly are the 'days'?"

"About a week."

"A week has seven days and 168 hours." She loosened her apron straps and wrapped her arms around his neck. "If you dare to stay in China for even one more day, I'll fly over and bring you back with me."

Liu Zimu was amused by her serious expression and reached out to ruffle her hair: "Okay, I'll try to be back within a week."

Choi Sulli didn't dodge, letting him rub her hair, which became even more disheveled.

"Then promise me three things."

Liu Zimu smiled indulgently: "Go ahead."

"First, call me every day, once in the morning, once at noon, and once in the evening."

"OK."

"Second, you are not allowed to flirt with young Chinese girls, especially those female celebrities you remember."

"What am I hooking up with? I know them, but they don't know me."

"Third," she paused, "message me when you arrive. I'll be there for you."

Liu Zimu looked at her; she was so serious it didn't seem like she was joking.

"Okay." He hugged her.

Sulli was satisfied and tiptoed to bite his chin.

It wasn't serious, but it left a faint ring of teeth marks.

"This is a mark," she said smugly. "If you dare to misbehave outside, I'll bite somewhere else."

Liu Zimu stroked his chin and hissed, "Are you born in the Year of the Dog?"

"Then tonight I'll show you how strong my bite is!"

The bed sheets were newly laid out, a simple light blue, and smelled of soap from laundry detergent.

The two rolled around on the sheets several times, until the sheets were wrinkled like crumpled paper.

In that instant, Liu Zimu had a sudden realization.

Women from the peninsula are still worth it.