Tangling with the Western Commander

Chapter 16: Striking Brother Lu’s Heart

Editor: Atlas Studios

As dusk fell, a figure was doing something under a car on the outskirts of the jurisdiction.

Lu Xiao knitted his brows and walked over step by step.

When he was still about ten meters away, a creeper suddenly slid out from under the car.

A figure also came into his view.

It made him pause for a moment.

The person on the creeper was none other than Wen Xian…!

Wen Xian slid out from under her Mercedes-Benz G-Class.

Her soft long hair was tied neatly into a simple bun, but it seemed she had been fussing about for a while underneath, as several fine strands had fallen down, dangling at the nape of her neck.

This angle made the contour of her profile even more distinct; she was naturally beautiful, with an especially delicate profile.

She wore a white shirt, black pants, and a pair of lined gloves on her hands, which were dirty and smeared with engine oil, and she held an open-ended wrench in her hand.

Lu Xiao saw this scene: “…”

She… knows how to fix cars?!

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At that moment, a figure ran out from the yard; Sang Nian brought her some more tools she needed, and also conveniently handed her a bottle of mineral water.

Wen Xian stood up to take the water, took off her gloves, twisted open the cap, and drank heartily with her head tipped back.

Her neck was both slender and fair.

Seemingly thirsty, she drank eagerly, and some liquid slid down her clean jawline, trickling down, brushing her distinct collarbone, and disappearing into her white shirt.

After finishing her drink, she wiped her mouth with her small forearm, but without paying much attention, she accidentally smeared a bit of engine oil on her face.

Sang Nian hurriedly offered her a tissue, and Wen Xian raised her eyes to suddenly smile sweetly at him.

Evening presented a magnificent gradation of colors, the light spilling into the gaps of the bricks and tiles of the surrounding age-old houses, seeping red slanted sunrays.

Her smile was radiant and bright, her eyes seeming to hold flickering starlight.

She was really too beautiful, and Lu Xiao just stood there not far away, watching this scene.

Watching her smile at Sang Nian.

Even though the smile was directed at someone else, it felt as if the smile was a bullet speeding through the air, piercing through the atmosphere and striking his heart fiercely.

Wen Xian prepared to continue her work, rolling up her sleeves to reveal her slender and fair wrists, holding the wrench within the grimy lined gloves.

As she turned around, she suddenly saw a figure disappearing around the corner not far away.

She was momentarily taken aback, huh?

That fleeting figure just now, it seemed like Lu Xiao!?

Wen Xian turned her head and asked Sang Nian, “Nian Nian, has your Captain come back?”

Whippersnapper, no, phooey!

Sang Nian, a handsome young man who had just turned eighteen, was made to blush innocently as he shook his head, his eyes bright as a deer’s:

“Ah, no, he hasn’t, our Captain is too busy; he usually doesn’t come back until late at night.”

Wen Xian arched an eyebrow.

Then she shrugged, “Okay then.”

She lay back on the creeper and slid underneath again.

In fact, she did want to see Lu Xiao, but not for what one might think, it was for something else.

About her car.

After it had tumbled into a ditch, it was obvious that her car had been repaired.

Scratches on the exterior were trivial, but Wen Xian was astonished to find that some equipment under the chassis of her G-Class had been replaced.

Yes, Sang Nian told her, it was Lu Xiao who had personally done the repairs.

Initially, she had subconsciously thought that Captain Lu had taken on the task himself to avoid the expense of a repair shop, but when she inspected underneath the car, she was stunned.

The Black Mamba’s high-pressure nitrogen shock absorbers, the strut inside the shock absorber, plus dual adjustable compression and rebound – each of them worth tens of thousands, not to mention the other parts.

Heavy-duty springs, added winch, and she even saw that he had completely refilled her fuel tank and thrown a few military-style fuel cakes in the trunk.

Isn’t he usually cold as ice? How come he’s so concerned about her, cough, not her, but her upcoming journey…?

[Brother Jiu: Sister Xian with her sensuality as a rifle, an 8x scope to cement affections, striking straight into Brother Lu’s heart!! Biu~!!]