As Gu Qingtong pressed down on the gas pedal, the engine’s roaring sound waves surged forward like a tidal wave, drowning out the whistling sea breeze and the thunderous crash of waves against the cliffs. The needle on the dashboard swung swiftly to the far right, settling on the number seven at the bottom. With the acceleration, the sports car left a plume of dust in its wake, merging with the grand scenery of the coastline and cliffs as it sped along.
Though reaching speeds of over 100 km/h, Gu Qingtong held the car steady, turning it into a fiery streak as it entered the racing track seamlessly, without a hint of sway or drift. She took a deep breath, her heartbeat now in sync with the engine’s roar. According to her research, this treacherous mountain track was famed for both its natural beauty and its deadly twists and turns, enticing amateur racers from around the world with its sheer cliffs and the raging deep-blue sea below. Every sharp bend was a dance on the edge of life and death.
Gripping the steering wheel tightly, Gu Qingtong stared straight ahead without a trace of fear, only a fierce, restless energy pulsing through her veins. Even after so long without racing, the thrill of adrenaline and the body’s memory were easily rekindled in this high-stakes environment. Racing talent wasn’t just about reaction and control—it was about embracing the sensation of *losing* control.
Meanwhile, Yan Chi leaned back in the passenger seat, her weight comfortably shifted back, completely unfazed. Even though she had entrusted herself to her young wife’s driving, her innate calm and quiet strength remained unshaken. The daunting cliffside view that would make most people’s knees weak didn’t faze her; her gaze rested solely on the fiery woman at the wheel, soaking in Gu Qingtong’s fierce confidence.
If it weren’t for the strong gusts lifting her hair, it would be hard to tell they were even speeding down the track. Yan Chi captured everything with the live-streaming equipment, every second recorded. When viewers saw the racetrack’s warning signs, they finally understood that Gu Qingtong’s idea of “eloping” was a daring race along the cliffside.
As Gu Qingtong raced on, unrestrained and boldly radiant, she became the undeniable focal point, her presence blazing like the sun, with an aura that commanded admiration. Initially, some viewers doubted her driving skills, but now they felt no fear. Instead, they were just as exhilarated, riding along in her fearless journey.
Amidst the roaring engines and breathtaking scenery, Gu Qingtong and Yan Chi’s exchange made the live chat explode in cheers:
[Ahhh, the cold, fierce Gu Qingtong we haven’t seen in so long! She’s a treasure—how does she even know how to race? So cool!]
[A younger softie who takes her ‘older sister’ on thrill rides? Wow, she’s amazing now that she’s embracing her feelings!]
[Quick, quick! I want to see Teacher Yan lose control! Now, right now, take over the lead!]
Gu Qingtong couldn’t see any of those messages, focused entirely on the sharp curve ahead. Her foot, which had been pressed firmly on the gas pedal, lifted abruptly. With a swift turn of the steering wheel, the car gracefully drifted around the bend, turning direction in a single suspended moment without wasting an instant.
Under such pressure, flames burst from the exhaust pipe in a flash, erupting in a loud “bang,” with fire and smoke that made the car shudder as it drifted. The blend of high-speed drifting and perilous road conditions would have left any ordinary person terrified and shaking. Yet, the wildness of this moment suited Gu Qingtong and Yan Chi perfectly.
For Gu Qingtong, her whole body seemed to tremble with exhilaration. Her blood boiled as adrenaline spiked, sending tingles to her scalp. As she sped out of the sharp curve, her foot pressed down on the accelerator, not allowing herself or Yan Chi a moment to react. In a bold move, she even turned her head to check if her daring display had finally unsettled Yan Chi.
Their eyes met in that instant, both gazes igniting like flames. Unfortunately, her sister seemed entirely unaffected, showing not a trace of fear. But Gu Qingtong had expected as much; after all, she knew better than anyone what could actually unnerve this reserved, unattainable woman. Yan Chi had sensed her eagerness all along, teasing her with, “Let’s see what you’ve got, Tongtong.”
Knowing there was more meaning behind those words, Gu Qingtong’s mind began racing with mischievous thoughts. Even though this wasn’t a bedroom, she still wanted a little “recognition” from Yan Chi.
“Big Sister, isn’t Tongtong amazing?” she asked, gazing at Yan Chi with that same soft, endearing tone that melted half of her fans’ hearts. The one who had just executed a dangerous cliffside maneuver was now acting innocent, like a child seeking praise and a reward.
Yan Chi gently placed a cool fingertip on Gu Qingtong’s cheek, nudging her to focus back on the road ahead. Her voice held a soft laugh as she reminded warmly, “Careful now.”
The next sharp curve was fast approaching, and this time a car was speeding down from the cliffside end of the track, its engine roar merging with theirs. It wasn’t even on the same scale as their sports car, making the tension on the narrow, treacherous road even more intense.
Gu Qingtong wasn’t afraid at all. She’d been in countless races where she fought neck-and-neck to overtake others. But now, she was pouting since Yan Chi had dodged her question about her skills, as if determined to prove herself, to finally conquer this “high mountain flower.” Instead of slowing down, she floored the accelerator, ready to face the oncoming car purely through her skill.
In the racing world, close encounters were par for the course. Head-to-head competition only heightened the thrill and romance of the sport, so there was no question of yielding to the other driver.
The live chat was buzzing with amazement at Gu Qingtong’s daring moves:
[Oh my god, this is terrifying! Tong Mei is so wild! Only Teacher Yan could handle her—if it were me, I’d be clinging to her and begging to slow down.]
“[These two wild women are such a match! I can’t handle it—go fight it out somewhere else, like a bedroom!]”
[Tong Mei, don’t fight it! There’s no winning against Yan Chi, just settle in and be her sweet little wife, haha.]
Fans on all sides agreed, since no one could even picture Yan Chi telling someone to “slow down”—whether in a car or anywhere else.
Gu Qingtong, who hadn’t yet made a move, was assumed by the other driver to be a newbie, frozen by the danger. But just as they approached the sharp bend, she expertly drifted at the last second, gliding past the oncoming car in a breathtaking near-miss. This kind of calculated skill instantly threw the other driver off balance.
Everything was firmly under her control; she didn’t want to collide, so she didn’t even graze the other car. Her sharp, flawless overtake left the driver awestruck, but Gu Qingtong wasn’t the least bit interested in their admiration. With the immediate danger behind her, she turned to Yan Chi, her expression pitiful yet expectant.
“Wuwuwu big sister, praise me~!” she whined, her soft voice dripping with playfulness, her peach blossom eyes misty with an almost mischievous longing as she gazed at her.
The live chat lit up, with those who didn’t get it complaining about Yan Chi’s lack of response, while others who understood had it all figured out:
[Hurry up! Compliment her! Who could resist a mix of high-speed racing and adorable pouting? The contrast is killing me, omg!]
[Is anyone else sensing some intense tension here? And does ‘skill’ only refer to racing here??]
[You don’t understand their dynamic; clearly, Tong Mei hasn’t given up on making her move.]
Right now, Yan Chi was like a teasing older sister, dangling a treat in front of an eager kitten but never letting her take a bite. She kept up her cool, deliberately toying with the visibly impatient Gu Qingtong.
“Didn’t someone more ‘professional’ already praise you just now?” she teased, refusing to give in.
But Gu Qingtong only wanted her sister’s recognition! If she weren’t driving, she would have sunk her teeth playfully into Yan Chi’s shoulder by now. Instead, she retorted, “Well then, if big sister is going to be this cruel, why don’t we lose control together?”
As she said this, a glint of wild, alluring light flickered in her peach-blossom eyes, shifting her whole aura into something irresistibly seductive. She’d always had a knack for this kind of thing, though it only showed when she was truly pushed, revealing the fierce nature beneath her gentle exterior.
Now, just a few sharp turns from the cliff’s edge and the finish line, any other driver would have eased up on the gas. But Gu Qingtong? She floored it even harder, pushing their speed past 200, flirting with the car’s limits. The wind whipped against them with an intensity that threatened to tear through the air, her heart pounding so hard she was nearly gasping.
She kept her focus forward, yet she caught a glimpse of Yan Chi subtly adjusting her position, a shift that signaled just a hint of tension. Soon, Yan Chi’s restrained breaths joined hers, their soft gasps mingling in the air. It was only the speed robbing them of breath, but somehow the moment felt intensely charged, making it impossible not to think of something else entirely.
The cliff edge came closer. One wrong move, and they’d plunge straight into the sea. As she neared the very edge, Gu Qingtong finally counted down to the last possible second, reluctantly hitting the brakes. The tires screeched as they fought for traction, the sound echoing dangerously. They skidded, momentum pushing them forward, until the car finally ground to a stop—just a hundred meters shy of the cliff’s drop. The air felt electric with the thrill of the brake.
Though her heart was still racing, Gu Qingtong didn’t waste a moment. Without hesitation, she unclasped her seatbelt, and to everyone’s surprise, she leaned over, slipping her slender arms around Yan Chi’s neck. She drew close but stopped just before her lips could meet Yan Chi’s, her breath warm as it brushed against Yan Chi’s cool skin.
Her voice was still full of that endearing insistence as she whispered, “Big sister, wasn’t Tongtong amazing?”
