Yu Jing's Carriage No. 10 and Wan Xing's No. 3 had a completely different vibe.
The first impression was chaos, various tools and mechanical parts were randomly scattered across the room.
But after a second look, amidst the rough and hard metals, a unique kind of beauty emerged.
Like the exoskeletons stacked by the wall resembling mechas, some only had a slender framework left, while others had panels partially covering them.
Su Huan's gaze landed on Yu Jing, who opened the door for him. Around her strong calf was an additional circle of titanium alloy bones, following the arc of her muscles, stretched from the Achilles tendon to the knee, like muscle tape, then traced a bold curve into the wide denim jacket.
Just as he was curious about the structure of the exoskeleton, the obstructive denim jacket opened on its own.
Revealing a waist that could be held with one hand and a tight, toned abdomen.
