Blurb:
When the broadcast cut to the stands at the Monaco Grand Prix, An Lan casually lifted her eyes.
Three seconds on camera set off a global trending topic: #TheRealIdentityOfTheGoddessInTheStands#
F1 rising star Oscar Piastri admitted after the race, "That glance threw off my racing line."
The next morning, An Lan ran into him training by the hotel pool.
As droplets trickled over his abs and down his V-line, she gripped her bathrobe. "Do race car drivers always get up this early?"
His gaze fell on An Lan's makeup-free face. "Not as early as actresses shooting night scenes."
Later, he dug out an AI still of her from Blade Runner five years ago. "So it was you."
"The robot who once destroyed humanity now wants to destroy my self-control?"
Please note before reading:
1. The male lead is Oscar Piastri. This is dream-girl fanfiction, written for my own enjoyment.
2. The timeline is chaotic, so don't scrutinize it.
3. More may be added.
Theme: Redemption
