MMB Chapter 76 Oppa, there are mosquitoes in my room.
Chapter 76 Oppa, there are mosquitoes in my room.
Zheng Daoxun was completely unaware of what had happened at the hospital. When he returned home, Ya Xian was already asleep.
He had barely lain down when he received a message from Kim Da-hyun:
[Kim Da-hyun: Secretary Do-hoon, I'll treat you to dinner again next time I have time~]
Can't she tell that she's just saying something polite?
Zheng Daoxun sighed, but did not agree. He simply replied politely:
Have you gone home from the hospital?
[Kim Da-hyun: Yeah, I'm already on my way back.]
Get some rest.
He turned off his phone, and his tired body and mind quickly drifted into sleep. Until the early morning, Zheng Daoxun turned over and felt a warm and soft sensation in his arms.
Jung Do-hoon instinctively hugged her; she was so soft and squishy, it was quite comfortable to sleep in her arms...
Wait a minute, there aren't any pillows or plush toys on his bed.
Zheng Daoxun suddenly opened his eyes and saw a beautiful and delicate face.
and many more.
Ya Xian? Why is she sleeping next to me?
Zheng Daoxun instantly woke up. He looked down and made sure the blanket still covered his body and that Ya Xian hadn't rolled him away before letting out a long sigh of relief.
He quickly got up and dressed, then reached out and pinched Ya Xian's cheek, saying irritably:
You scared me to death!
"Hmm...?" Ya Xian, still half asleep, opened her eyes and blinked at Zheng Daoxun. There was a noticeable red swelling on her forehead.
"Ya-Xian, you're a grown woman now, why are you still sleeping in Oppa's room?"
"But there are mosquitoes in my room..." Ya Xian pointed to her forehead, then to the several red welts on her thigh, feeling wronged. "I can't wake you up no matter how much I call you at night. You're working so hard, I feel bad about waking you up again."
Jung Do-hoon swallowed his words helplessly. He had always known that Ya-hsien was prone to attracting mosquitoes.
"Even electric mosquito repellents are useless?" Zheng Daoxun picked up the electric mosquito swatter, scratched his head, and said, "You wait here, I'll avenge you."
"Then remember to bring a bottle of floral water, I couldn't find it." Ya Xian, wrapped in the quilt, sat up and pouted pitifully.
"understood."
As Ya Xian watched Zheng Daoxun's departing figure, her cheeks slowly flushed red.
When Zheng Daoxun turned over and hugged himself, Ya Xian had already woken up.
Perhaps Jung Do-hoon himself didn't realize it? They actually hugged for quite a while, with Ya-hsien's cheek forced against his collarbone, her ears filled with the sound of Jung Do-hoon's heartbeat and his hot breath blowing through her hair.
At first, Ya Xian's shoulders were tense. After a long time, perhaps having overcome the hurdle in her heart, the girl relaxed a little and tried to get used to the feeling of being held in Zheng Daoxun's arms.
Perhaps it's because the small space makes people feel safer? Ya Xian gradually began to enjoy the feeling of being protected in someone's arms.
However, this feeling of comfort didn't last long. Ya Xian soon felt her whole body burning up again. This feeling was really strange. She couldn't help but notice Zheng Daoxun's bare arms, and she couldn't help but feel the temperature of Zheng Daoxun's body...
That's so strange...
After Zheng Daoxun left the room, the heat gradually dissipated, but Ya Xian was not sleepy at all. Her mind was filled with the scene from just now.
When Jung Do-hoon was in New York, he dated a French girlfriend named Sophia. Did the two of them sleep together like this?
Ya-Hsien had previously pestered Zheng Dao-Xun to get a photo of Sofia, who was a stunning French beauty with blonde hair, blue eyes, fair skin, and long legs—she had both a great figure and stunning looks…
Jung Do-hoon said that he and Sophia just happened to hit it off. Like dry wood meeting a raging fire, their passion quickly faded after it was all over, and they tacitly chose to break up.
But just how fiercely does this fire burn?
Hey! Zheng Yaxian, what are you curious about?
Ya Xian shook her head, she couldn't figure out what she was thinking, she just silently squeezed the air-conditioning blanket she had brought with her thighs, waiting for Zheng Daoxun to kill all the mosquitoes in her room.
When he comes back, I'll have to sheepishly take my blanket and slink back home.
Why do I feel a little regretful?
The door was opened again, and Zheng Daoxun sighed. He was about to show Ya Xian the "achievements" on the electric mosquito swatter when he realized that his younger sister had already fallen asleep with the blanket between her legs.
Fine, let her sleep here.
Jung Do-hoon took a cold shower in the bathroom, which made him feel much more awake.
Thankfully, Ya Xian didn't snatch the blanket this time, otherwise it would have been incredibly embarrassing.
He should sleep in his clothes next time... no, he should lock the door.
After all, Ke Yaxian has difficulty walking. What if she really has something urgent and needs my help but can't find me?
It was already six in the morning, and there was no need to go back to sleep. Jung Do-hoon casually turned on his phone, played today's news, and started making breakfast.
Since he had plenty of time, Jung Do-hoon decided to cook Ya-hsien's lunch as well. Hearing that Pharita was coming to visit Ya-hsien today, Jung Do-hoon used the ingredients in the refrigerator to make a Thai dish.
According to reports, the Busan Metropolitan Government has decided to select one Busan-born celebrity as the image ambassador for the World Expo. Popular celebrities such as Park Jimin and Jeon Jungkook will be the key candidates... The final selection will be based on a combination of online voting by netizens and the evaluation results of a committee established by the Busan Metropolitan Government.
A news report made Jung Do-hoon stop what he was doing.
Regarding the Expo's image ambassador, the bidding committee has not yet made a decision, but the initial draft of the proposal mentioned that they planned to invite Karina from Aespa.
How come the Busan city government unilaterally announced that it would invite Busan-born artists?
If we bypass the bidding committee and appoint a separate image ambassador, where will the funding come from?
Zheng Daoxun opened his phone and searched for related news. The results were few and far between. The earliest news item was from last night, and it hadn't even been viewed more than a thousand times.
Why did a report with this level of attention make it into the morning news the next day?
What exactly are those people at the Busan City Government up to? Jung Do-hoon's heart sank, and he took a screenshot of the news and saved it.
In order to bid for the 2030 Busan World Expo, South Korea mobilized the efforts of the government, businesses, and the private sector.
On the one hand, Seoul took the lead in establishing the highest bidding committee, supported by the fiscal budget, to be responsible for the official publicity and bidding work;
On the other hand, a non-governmental application committee was formed by business groups, cultural workers and other organizations. They raised funds on their own and were responsible for areas not covered by the government.
Busan City Government, situated in the middle, served as a bridge connecting the two sides.
The three forces, though seemingly powerful when united, now appear to be a disorganized mess.
Beneath this seemingly disorganized state lies a wealth of vested interests, and everyone who comes here wants a piece of the pie.
So, who exactly wants a piece of the pie from the brand ambassador position?
"Oppa... what are you doing? I smell something burning." Ya-hsien's voice suddenly came, and Jung Do-hoon came back to his senses and turned off the stove.
"Oh, it's just that I didn't quite get the cooking time right when I was making a Thai meal for Pharita... but it shouldn't be a big problem."
"You really care about Pharita, Oppa." Ya Xian pouted slightly, sat on the sofa, and pointed to her fair thighs: "Come and spray me with floral water."
"It's right there on the coffee table, spray it yourself."
"I'm a patient..."
"I really can't help you."
"My feet got bitten by mosquitoes too, could you spray some on for me too?"