The treasure carriage remained stationary on the track, steady and unmoving, negating the need for the participants to drive it themselves.
Inside the cockpit, Cheng Lingzhu stood up, her long legs carrying her to stand in front of Lu Xuan.
Lu Xuan swallowed hard, and in the next moment, she straddled him.
They faced each other.
Due to a spatial array, the cockpit, though dim and private, was not too cramped.
Cheng Lingzhu looked at him, her eyes like gentle, rippling water.
"Ehhh, this is a public place..."
Lu Xuan showed a mix of reluctance and welcoming.
"Then move your hand away."
Cheng Lingzhu glanced down, her eyes twinkling. "Starting to wash the dishes before even cleaning the plate?"
"Cough, cough..."
Lu Xuan coughed twice, masking his embarrassment.
What a metaphor, he thought. Washing dishes naturally meant cleaning plates too, and kissing naturally involved more than just the lips.
