The Mechanic Top

A friend's story recommendation: Her Highness, the Cool Beauty O, Wants Me Back. Best of luck, Zhu Huo 🔥

Story blurb

Strong, muscular mechanic top x delicate, sweet girl bottom

Bo Yunqi inherited her family's auto repair shop and became the only mechanic for miles around.

She was assertive, had a cool, tough-looking face, and was into women. At twenty-six, she had never had a first love, a first kiss, or even held hands for the first time.

That is, until a young woman came to town. Word was, she was there to gather material for her writing.

The girl was around twenty, with a serene, elegant beauty. In summer, she liked wearing little floral dresses, her long black hair half tied back with a matching ribbon.

When she rode her bicycle past the grimy repair shop, even the air seemed to carry a hint of sweetness.

That very night, Bo Yunqi had an indescribable dream. When she woke up, she went and tampered with the girl's bicycle chain.

*

Jiang Banyue was an online novelist who had settled in a beautiful little town because her inspiration had dried up.

On her second day there, she fell for the woman at the repair shop.

Strong, well-defined muscles, a refined and aloof face, long, thick fingers, and a height of over 170 centimeters: every detail was exactly to her taste.

But Jiang Banyue was shy and couldn't make the first move. The most daring thing she did was put on a pretty dress every day and ride her bicycle past the repair shop, just to catch a glimpse of her.

Perhaps Heaven took pity on her hopeless crush. One morning, as Jiang Banyue was about to head out, she discovered that her bicycle chain was broken!

Overjoyed, she wheeled her bicycle straight to the repair shop.

"Bonus scene"

The rainy season was hot and humid, but the courtyard behind the repair shop was neat and clean.

The black, white, and gray bedding had been replaced with fresh floral patterns. An old-fashioned electric fan swiveled back and forth, blowing on Jiang Banyue as she lay in bed.

Bo Yunqi showered and came into the room, her whole body wreathed in cool, damp air, the perfect antidote to the summer heat.

She casually pulled the door shut and walked over to wrap her arms gently around Jiang Banyue from behind.

“Don't...”

Jiang Banyue woke up, still groggy, and pushed at Bo Yunqi's arm, her voice sweet and languid.

“I closed the shop.”

After saying that, Bo Yunqi leaned over her and eagerly covered Jiang Banyue's mouth with a kiss.

Upcoming story

Jing Qing was a geology professor devoted to her research. She kept to herself and wore a white shirt every day, refined and seemingly abstinent. Everyone thought she was a stuffy, asexual person.

That was until a year ago, when Jing Qing was stranded at an airport on her way back from a field expedition and met a blonde, blue-eyed woman.

They spent one chaotic night together. The woman's... essence even ended up on Jing Qing's gold-rimmed glasses, but when she woke up, the woman was gone.

Jing Qing searched for her near the airport for two days, but never found her. In the end, she had no choice but to return home disappointed.

A year later, during the spring elective course, Jing Qing walked up to the podium in her new glasses. As usual, she smiled and surveyed the classroom, then suddenly spotted a striking shade of hair.

A glint flashed in Jing Qing's eyes behind her transparent lenses. She turned and took a class roster from her bag.

“Let's take attendance today. Please stand when I call your name.”

They say Professor Jing hadn't taken attendance in years, but that day, she learned every student's name in the classroom.

*

Suvi was forced to stay in Lanzhou because of bad weather on her way back to her home country. There she met a woman who was a perfect match for her.

For the first time, the woman showed her what pleasure felt like. She also got the woman's expensive gold-rimmed glasses dirty.

But no matter how well they clicked, Suvi left without hesitation the next morning.

She'd thought that, amid a vast sea of people, they would never cross paths again. But a year later, when she returned to this country and walked into that classroom, she saw a familiar face.

The woman seemed to have forgotten her. In a cool, stern voice, she called Suvi's name.

“Suvi.”

“Suvi.”

“Where are you from?”

#Even two parallel lines can intersect#

Theme: Be warmhearted, kind, honest, and grounded!