Chapter 139: Eight-Point Perfection Legs, Translucent Pure Silk

The night was deep. The small night-light in the recreational vehicle cast a faint glow over everything nearby. At this moment, the sky was a tapestry of violet and blue, a dreamlike blend of colors resting in silence across a night sky filled with stars. The Milky Way spanned the heavens, a vast sea of shimmering constellations.

Lin Shenlu lay in his pink tent, head poking out, gazing up at the starry expanse. He had set his camera in position for a time-lapse capture; he wanted to record this beautiful shifting of the stars. Every traveler has their own sky, and this was a night of pure dedication. Beneath the night sky, beside the RV, the small pink tent flickered with light.

Last night, He Ku'er had gotten drunk. Who would have guessed that when she opened the fridge for barbecue, she would find three six-packs of beer? That damn Lu was far too good at enjoying life. Barbecue and beer, taking a stroll by Qinghai Lake—it was hard for He Ku'er not to get intoxicated.

When morning arrived, An Muxi gently got out of bed and peered through the window at the small tent outside. The camera had already been packed away, and the tent was tightly zipped shut. The temperature difference at Qinghai Lake in the morning was significant. Lin Shenlu, who likely hadn't slept much, was probably taking the chance to catch up on some rest. But wouldn't it be cold? An Muxi felt a pang of sympathy. She glanced at He Ku'er, who was fast asleep in the other bed, wrapped in a deep blue pajama set and clutching her quilt, then quietly slipped out of the RV.

She opened the tent to wake Lin Shenlu, who had truly only just fallen asleep. The temperature at Qinghai Lake in the morning was probably only seven or eight degrees Celsius. Lin Shenlu looked at An Muxi, dazed.

"Hmm... what's wrong... Muxi? Is it dawn?" Lin Shenlu asked, rubbing his eyes. "I'll go make breakfast..." he said, preparing to rise.

An Muxi’s eyes were slightly red. She took the wool cardigan she was wearing and draped it over him. What time was it? How could he still be thinking about breakfast? "Come with me," she said, taking his hand.

In a daze, Lin Shenlu was pulled onto the RV. "Go sleep in my bed," An Muxi said sternly.

Lin Shenlu waved a hand. "It's fine, I can..."

"Are you going to listen to me?" An Muxi gently tightened the cardigan around him.

"Alright then." Lin Shenlu smiled at her, got up, climbed into the bed, and peeked his head out from the curtain. "Thank you, Muxi..."

"Go to sleep!"

Inside the RV, Lin Shenlu and He Ku'er were asleep. An Muxi, alone and wrapped in her coat, walked quietly around the area, enjoying the beautiful scenery by herself. It turned out there were plenty of people nearby. Over the other side of the hill, a dozen tents and five or six RVs were scattered across the grassland; they had stayed there last night too.

The morning air was crisp. It looked like it would be another clear day. They would likely reach Chaka Salt Lake on their journey today. What was the "Mirror of the Sky" that she had longed for really like? An Muxi was full of anticipation.

Around eight in the morning, He Ku'er was awakened by a savory aroma. Rubbing her aching head, she muttered, "Damn that Lu, the fridge was full of fake booze..." She poked her head out to find An Muxi cooking porridge on an induction stove. For a road trip in an RV, making breakfast was a rare luxury. An Muxi was adding chopped century egg and lean pork to the pot. The boiling porridge emitted waves of fragrance. It was the only food left in the fridge. Besides the few remaining scraps of meat and a couple of eggs, she had also diced a small carrot to add some nutrition. Yesterday’s barbecue had wiped out their supplies; it seemed they would need to restock today.

As the aroma filled the vehicle, the sleeping Lin Shenlu was stirred awake. Rubbing his eyes, he wondered who the kind soul was, cooking him a warm, stomach-soothing porridge so early in the morning. They say that liking the wine of the night is not as good as liking the porridge of the morning—and that was certainly true. After a hangover, a bowl of warm porridge was one of life's great pleasures.

When Lin Shenlu poked his head out, He Ku'er jumped in surprise. "Uncle? When did you get up here? Why are you sleeping in Sister An's bed?" She looked at them with curiosity. What was going on? "Uncle, no wonder you used fake booze to get me drunk; were you waiting until I was asleep to play cards?" She looked at him with utter disdain. "You didn't get it on my bed, did you? Is there enough water left in the tank? I need to take a shower..."

"I came up this morning... it was too cold outside, and your Sister An felt bad for me... Besides, if I really wanted to do anything, I would have made you sleep in the tent last night. It wouldn't have stopped me... right?" Lin Shenlu was truly speechless.

"Fair point... Uncle, you're such a loser... two beauties in one car, and you end up sleeping in the wild..." He Ku'er hummed softly and began fumbling under her quilt. The wild girl actually took off her deep blue pajama pants right there in the bed and put on stockings. Did she not need to hide this from anyone? Soon, she kicked off the quilt, wearing only the sheer stockings... She quickly pulled the quilt back over her legs. "Damn it... I didn't wear an underskirt. Lu, you didn't see anything, right?"

Lin Shenlu had definitely seen those beautiful legs. They were easily