Peninsula: Starting with Hijacking Yoona

66. The Beauty of Korean Entertainment

The afternoon sun, already softening its intensity at 5:30, eagerly lit up the neon lights of the shopping street. Kim Jisoo seemed to have completely let go of her earlier unease; perhaps the hat and mask gave her a sense of security.

"Oppa, the lighting is great here, let's take a picture!"

"Oppa, look at that graffiti wall over there, it's perfect as a backdrop!"

"One more picture, I closed my eyes just now."

"You need to take off your mask for this one!"

Taking photos seems to be an innate trait ingrained in girls.

Lee Kyung-sung accompanied Kim Ji-soo on her journey, stopping and starting along the way. Before they knew it, they had taken countless photos together before finally stopping.

I don't know when it started, but our interactions became increasingly relaxed and natural. The unintentional little gestures of affection no longer carried the awkwardness and distance we had when we first met.

This unreserved intimacy conceals an ambiguous affection that anyone could see through at a glance.

"Alright, alright, that's enough." Li Jingcheng gently pressed down on her wrist, which was holding the phone. The touch was warm and smooth. "If you keep taking pictures, your phone's memory won't be enough."

Kim Jisoo reluctantly put away her phone and followed him to the parking lot, completely satisfied.

She looked at the various photos on the screen, each one carefully saved to her phone's photo album.

The two huddled together, looking down at the photos on Kim Jisoo's phone, adjusting their poses for the photos. The moment their eyes met, a soft, bright light quietly shone in their eyes, gentle and tender.

However, Lee Kyung-sung's gaze was actually fixed on Kim Ji-soo's profile. The delicate floral scent mingled with the girlish fragrance made him marvel at the beauty of the Korean entertainment industry—something he couldn't experience in the Chinese entertainment world.

"Oppa, are you looking at photos?" Kim Jisoo pouted, her arm naturally pressed against his, while her other right hand waved her iPhone.

"Isn't this normal?" Lee Kyung-sung chuckled. "Real-life Ji-soo is right next to me, why would I look at photos?"

As they've become more familiar with each other, Jisoo's personality is gradually showing. The polite distance has disappeared, and she's become bolder. "Oppa, you're so eloquent; you must have had your share of relationships," she remarked.

Lee Kyung-sung's heart skipped a beat. It seemed like Bae Joo-hyun had asked him the same question not long ago. No wonder so many people preferred mature, sensible, and less problematic people; he was the complete opposite.

"You're mistaken, Jisoo. I was a workaholic in school, otherwise how could I have earned enough credits to graduate and return home so quickly? Besides, I like the cute and innocent type like Jisoo," Lee Kyung-sung stopped and looked at her seriously, afraid of revealing something.

She abruptly raised her head, her already rosy cheeks now turning a deep, ripe red. Her clear, large eyes widened, pupils slightly dilated, filled with shock, shyness, and a hint of disbelief and panic.

"Oppa..." Her tongue seemed tied in knots, her voice barely audible, the last syllable trembling, "What...what did you say?"

She instinctively tried to avoid Li Jingcheng's gaze, but those deep eyes were fixed intently on her, leaving her nowhere to escape. She could only grip the bag strap tightly to calm the pounding in her chest.

"I..." Kim Jisoo opened her mouth, her mind blank. She wanted to say what was cute about herself, whether Oppa was trying to make her happy, but looking at Lee Kyung-sung's serious expression, all those words stuck in her throat.

A few seconds later, she finally found her voice, but it was filled with obvious lack of confidence and girlish coquettishness.

"Oppa, you're studying hard at school... I know." She lowered her head, her voice muffled but sweet. "But... but liking things... Oppa, don't say things like that."

She paused, kicking the pebbles further away, her voice growing softer, as if speaking to herself, or perhaps confirming something, a hint of cunning and probing in her eyes. She mustered her courage and looked at Li Jingcheng.

"So... did you have many cute and innocent friends like this when you were abroad, Oppa?"

She immediately regretted asking the question, fearing she would hear the answer she didn't want to hear, and quickly buried her face in her hands, her ears turning bright red.

Seeing her conflicted expression, wanting to hear the answer yet also afraid to hear it, Li Jingcheng's worries completely disappeared.

He chuckled softly and gently flicked her forehead. "There's only one."

"It's you, Jisoo."

However, Lee Kyung-sung did compare Kim Ji-soo and Im Yoon-a in his mind, and found that both of them seemed to be the pure and cute type. However, Im Yoon-a was the pure and innocent girl next door, while Kim Ji-soo was the soft and cute type. They were both two beautiful flowers in his garden.

Therefore, she and Yoona are different types of innocent and pure.

But that's how girls are; the moment they feel safe, that little devil called "testing" will resurface.

She suddenly raised her head, her eyes darting around, and her tone shifted, a hint of cunning and feigned jealousy in her eyes as she blinked her large eyes at Li Jingcheng.

"Hmph, Oppa has such a sweet tongue. So... what about me and Yoona sunbaenim?"

As she spoke, she secretly observed Li Jingcheng's expression, and lightly poked his arm with her finger, as if she were both being coquettish and interrogating him.

"Yoona is so beautiful, even Oppa calls her Yoona directly. They spend so much time together... Doesn't she feel anything at all? Hmm?"

Goodness, this is already the umpteenth question...

Why is Kim Ji-soo portrayed as such a gentle, innocent flower in other novels? Lee Kyung-sung knew he couldn't be slow in responding to this kind of question.

"But I also call you Jisoo."

Lee Kyung-sung suddenly stopped, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. Instead of answering directly, he suddenly reached out and grabbed Kim Ji-soo's small hand, which was clenched tightly in nervousness.

The warmth emanating from her palm was scalding, and her fingertips were as delicate as the finest mutton fat jade.

Kim Ji-soo gasped in surprise and instinctively tried to pull her hand back, but he held it even tighter.

"What...what are you doing?!" Her face flushed crimson, and she looked around frantically, afraid of being seen. "Let go, Oppa!"

"I won't let go." Li Jingcheng not only didn't let go, but instead took advantage of the situation and tightened his fingers, interlocking his fingers and locking her hand firmly in his palm.

He leaned down slightly, close to her flushed ear, and said in a deep voice, "You're on a date with Oppa, but you're still thinking about other women. You deserve to be punished!"

He gently squeezed her palm, mischievously, and felt a surge of joy as he watched her dazed and helpless expression.

"I won't ask anymore!" Her voice was as soft as water; she didn't even have the strength to struggle anymore. She could only let him lead her, her head bowed like a schoolchild who had made a mistake.

Seeing her adorable, timid expression, Li Jingcheng smiled contentedly, took her little hand, and continued forward.