The Cassette Stove of the Love Flame

The morning sunlight slanted in through the ventilation windows of the underground garage, casting alternating bands of light and shadow across the concrete floor.

When Su Bai stepped out of the master bedroom, Zhou Jialu was still sleeping like a cat, wrapped tightly in the blankets with only her flushed face exposed. That bottle of Châteauneuf-du-Pape from last night had quite a kick, and it was her first time drinking that much. She probably would not be getting up before noon.

Su Bai did not wake her. He gently closed the door and headed downstairs along the spiral staircase.

The Donghu Club's underground garage was on the first basement level, covering five or six hundred square meters. It housed several of his prized cars—a Koenigsegg Jesko, a Mercedes-Benz GLE, a customized Panamera, and the modified Golf GTI Wan Xinyue had recently been practicing with. The garage had a constant temperature and humidity system, keeping the air dry, while strips of lights ran around the ceiling, making it as bright as daylight.

The moment he reached the bottom of the stairs, he heard a series of metallic clanks coming from the depths of the garage.

Su Bai raised an eyebrow and followed the sound.

The modification area was at the far end of the garage, set aside specifically for that purpose. Non-slip rubber mats covered the floor, and all kinds of wrenches, screwdrivers, and torque wrenches hung on the walls. Several boxes of modification parts were piled in a corner. At that moment, a petite figure was crouched before the workbench with her back to him, her hair tied in a neat ponytail. She wore an oversized white T-shirt and denim shorts, revealing two fair, slender calves.

Wan Xinyue.

With her head lowered, she was seriously tinkering with a small silver-gray