The room was pitch black.
Gu Lingxue lay on her back, propped up on her elbows, her legs lifted and spread wide, like a little turtle turned upside down.
Sun Zhe stood at the foot of the bed, slightly bent, one hand pressing down on her stocking-clad knee, the other holding a glowing fluorescent stick, carefully lubricating it with motor oil.
For this car he was about to drive, he naturally had to do some maintenance work first.
In the silence.
Sun Zhe asked, "Director Gu, can you really handle three hours?"
"Mm... don't worry about it, I feel terrifyingly strong right now."
Sun Zhe shook his head with a light laugh, teasing, "It's probably like when you're hungry and feel like you can eat a whole cow, but a few bites in, you're already full."
"Oh come on, are you coming in or not?"
Gu Lingxue urged impatiently in a coquettish voice.
"Stop dawdling there, you're driving me crazy."
Sun Zhe said in a deep voice, "Push it open yourself!"
"Oh…"
