My absurd experiences in North America over the years

The moment the elevator doors closed, Li Fu regretted it.

He should have called a female security guard up, if there are any in this community.

Lucy leaned against him, her head resting on his shoulder, her golden hair brushing against his chin and neck, tickling him like a cat rubbing against his collar.

Her breathing was heavy, and her warm breath tickled his carotid artery...

It's not just my skin that's itchy, it's also very irritating to my mind.

"You... stand firm," Li Fu said, his voice tinged with helplessness.

His posture was very strange now; the two men were close together at the waist, but their lower bodies were far apart.

"Um……"

Lucy gave a muffled reply, then slid her head off his shoulder and buried it in his chest.

Her forehead rested against his collarbone, her nose brushed against the buttons of his shirt, and she looked like a cat that had found a warm bed.

Li Fu took a deep breath and looked up at the mirror in the elevator.

The person in the mirror was wearing a well-tailored dark gray suit, with a blonde white girl in their arms.

In his previous life, he never dreamed that such a day would come.

"If this footage were posted on YouTube, the number of views would probably break records."

He thought about it for no reason.

Of course he wouldn't post it; who would post something out of love?

The elevator reached the fourth floor and the doors opened.

Li Fu helped Lucy out, their posture awkward, as if they were carrying an irregularly shaped piece of luggage.

Or it's even more troublesome than dragging luggage.

At least the luggage won't tip over on its own.

If someone were to take a picture at this moment, his posture would resemble that of a penguin.

The reason for this is mainly to avoid sensitive contact; his legs are indeed spread apart, and his knees are turned outwards slightly.

"Are we home yet?" Lucy asked, her eyes still blurry.

She tried to walk back by herself, but after only a couple of steps her legs gave way and she fell back onto Li Fu.

This time, her body pressed completely against his.

Once again, he was embraced by a warm and soft woman.

Even through her suit and shirt, Li Fu could clearly feel her body temperature; perhaps because she was drunk, she was warm.

Her waist was very slender, and her arms could just wrap around it; it felt so tender and soft to the touch.

Li Fu felt a surge of heat rush to his head, as if his brain was about to explode.

Of course, the same applies to another place.

It's probably not accurate to call it a romantic relationship.

After all, the two had only known each other for a few days.

But he was a normal, healthy, and energetic young man in his early twenties, a time when he was full of vitality.

How can anyone withstand this?

Even his breathing became heavy and labored.

"Stand firm," Li Fu said, supporting Lucy's waist with one hand while taking the keys out of Lucy's bag with the other.

His bag was full of things: lipstick, phone, tissues, mirror, a pen, a small notebook... He frantically rummaged through these things, his movements becoming increasingly hurried.

He had to hurry inside and settle the person in.

Otherwise, he really didn't know what would happen next.

Finally, he found the room key at the very bottom of the bag.

The lights in the room were turned on, and Li Fu breathed a sigh of relief. He put Lucy on the sofa and turned to close the door.

However, after he closed the door, he froze, his Adam's apple bobbing repeatedly.

Just like last time, Lucy started taking off her clothes as soon as she entered the house.

This isn't the first time I've seen this scene.

However, this time is different from the last time.

He was already aroused to the point of exploding, and his lower body was already vaguely erect.

While he was still in a daze, Lucy had already taken off her dress, and her smooth, fair skin was simply dazzling.

Lucy got up from the sofa and stumbled toward the bedroom. After only a few steps, she was completely naked.

"Sleeping naked is such a harmful habit!"

Li Fu's inward, helpless complaint.

He rushed over and scooped Lucy up in his arms.

It's not about what he wants to do.

Instead, she couldn't stand up straight; she was like a sapling bent by the wind, about to fall.

The feel of the skin was exquisite, smooth as warm jade wrapped in silk, and the view from above... was also superb...

From the towering headlights to the narrow strip of sky below the abdomen.

A truly unobstructed view.

Li Fu took a deep breath, suppressed his inner turmoil, and carried her towards the bedroom.

Just a dozen steps away, her calves swayed back and forth, inevitably touching his groin.

This gave him a jolt.

There was nothing he could do; it was as if he had a baseball bat hidden in his pants.

He couldn't do anything about this kind of contact.

Anyway, it wasn't like he intentionally wanted to act like a hooligan.

Finally, Li Fu put Lucy on the bed, simply covered him with a blanket, and then fled the master bedroom as if escaping.

He turned and went into the bathroom, turning the faucet all the way to the left; he needed to take a cold shower immediately.

Cold water gushed down, the chill seeping from his muscles into his internal organs, but his body was still burning hot—the heat rising from his chest to his lower abdomen, and from his lower abdomen to his thighs.

His whole body was tense from the fever.

But cold water is still effective.

The evil fire that burned deep within his body was gradually extinguished in the cool water.

His breathing gradually calmed down, and his heartbeat gradually returned to normal.

It can finally be over.

A good night's sleep and you'll wake up to another beautiful day.

To his surprise, when he stepped outside, he was greeted by a sea of ​​white bodies, and he almost bumped into Lucy.

She leaned against the bathroom door frame, her golden hair cascading down her back, her face flushed, her eyes half-open and half-closed, and her lips slightly parted.

She possessed an indescribable allure.

"Water...I want to drink water..."

Her voice was languid, with a soft, sweet quality unique to someone who was drunk.

Li Fu wanted to turn his head away, but his gaze was somewhat out of control; Lucy's proportions were excellent.

His calves are straight and well-proportioned, and his thighs are fair, tender, and firm.

The area that should be large is not small at all, and the curve of the buttocks has a golden ratio feel to it.

Her facial features and temperament are similar to those of older Hollywood actresses, possessing both Western characteristics and conforming to Eastern aesthetics.

At this moment, she may not know what she is doing.

This is practically a crime.

Or rather, it is enticing people to commit crimes.

Its destructive power is comparable to that of a nuclear bomb.

The anger that Li Fu had just suppressed surged back up.

The towel wrapped around his waist was clearly stretched into an unseemly curve, so large that even he was surprised.

"Wait a minute..." His voice was dry, as if it had been sanded.

He carefully squeezed past Lucy sideways.

In this situation, he could only turn to the side. If he faced her head-on, the curve would be too obvious, so obvious that if he walked straight past her, he would probably poke her lower abdomen directly.

He went into the kitchen and poured a glass of water.

When he came out, Lucy was still leaning against the door frame by the kitchen, her posture a little unrestrained.

It can easily cause nosebleeds.

Li Fu held the cup to Lucy's lips.

She lowered her head and took a sip. Because she drank so quickly, a little water spilled from the corner of her mouth, dripping down her chin and onto her collarbone. She stuck out her tongue and licked her lips.

It might just be a subconscious action.

However, at this moment, Li Fu felt his temples throbbing.

Li Fu felt he had reached his limit.

He took the cup back and placed it on the cabinet next to him.

Then he bent down and picked her up.

Familiar touch, familiar scent.

His arm was pressed directly against Lucy's skin, her back was smooth and delicate, and unfortunately his fingers just happened to touch her high breasts.

It is real, soft...and elastic.

The strange sensation made him subconsciously press down.

"Hmm..." Lucy murmured softly.

Li Fu's heart was pounding like a drum as he hurriedly carried Lucy into the bedroom.

At this moment, he really wanted to go all the way and bring her to justice on the spot, even if it meant spending a sleepless night.

But he always felt that something was wrong.

Tonight, Lucy wasn't talkative at all despite being drunk; in fact, she barely said a few words the whole time.

He recalled a popular internet saying from his past life: "A woman's charm is so captivating when she's three-tenths drunk that she can make you cry."

Out of a sense of caution, Li Fu once again forced himself to restrain himself, thankfully the original owner had the steely will of a soldier.

If it were him in his previous life, he probably would have been utterly defeated long ago.

He turned and walked out of the bedroom, closing the door behind him.

Then I used a mop to block the door handle.

In other words, it was locked from the outside.

He was genuinely afraid that Lucy would pull another stunt, because even the King of Heaven himself couldn't withstand it.

Li Fu went into the bathroom again, turned the tap back on, and cold water flowed over his hair, neck, and shoulders...

He closed his eyes, his mind a jumble of images: pale skin... long golden hair... dreamy eyes... a perfect waist-to-hip ratio.

"This is unbearable..."

He turned the faucet to its maximum, and the water pressure suddenly increased. His fingers braced against the tiled wall, and his knuckles turned white from the force.

Finally, that evil fire was extinguished once again.

Standing in front of the mirror, looking at myself, my hair was wet and stuck to my forehead, and my muscles were strong and defined.

He certainly has exceptionally favorable physical attributes.

Its "internal strength" also seems to be not to be underestimated, and it is quite comparable to that of the Western powers.

This ability will have to be put to use sooner or later.

"Tonight is not the time..."

That was the only way he could comfort himself.

There is actually a second bedroom in the apartment.

But Li Fu still chose to lie on the sofa. He put the two sofas together, which was much more comfortable than last time.

Unbeknownst to him, Lucy was secretly laughing in bed inside the bedroom.

She was indeed drunk and dizzy.

However, compared to her previous blackout, she was probably about 70% drunk today, and her consciousness was relatively clear.

Everything that happened today was actually a prank.

Last time I got drunk, I blacked out and didn't remember anything.

However, she was clear about one thing: she did have a habit of sleeping naked.

She most likely took off her clothes herself.

This would normally be considered an embarrassing incident, but Li Fu said he liked interaction and thought drunk people were boring, so he wasn't interested.

These words hurt her pride a little.

Imagine this: she's completely naked, and the other person says they're not interested...

That's why she decided to see if Li Fu was truly uninterested.

Of course, she could only have done such a bold seduction while drunk, and it was based on the fact that Li Fu was quite handsome.

If you want to have fun, try something exciting.

Of course, you should find someone you find pleasing to the eye.

In fact, it's not that they have no interest at all!

Whether it's "a baseball bat hidden in his pants" or the amazing curve created by his bathrobe.

He was practically ready to pounce on me...

Let's go for a crazy three thousand hits.

He was clearly restless inside, but his mouth was ridiculously stubborn.

I am still quite charming.

Lucy was thinking about this when she secretly smiled.

During their physical contact, she even touched the "baseball bat" that was lifting up her bathrobe two or three times.

The sensation immediately made her face flush.

If he really pounces on me, I might just go with the flow...

Tonight was a long night for both of them.

They didn't fall asleep until around three or four in the morning.

Li Fu had a very long dream.

Dreams are fragmented pieces, like torn-up photographs pieced together haphazardly.

In the first segment, he returned to the office from his previous life, as if this time travel was just a dream.

That familiar, suffocating feeling surged up instantly. The English letters on the keyboard were worn away, and on the screen was a line of code that he had written three times but still couldn't get it to run.

This feeling suffocated him.

Then, he glanced up casually and found that Lucy was sitting right across from him.

Not sitting at a workstation, but at an office desk.

She crossed her legs, tilted her head to look at him, her golden hair cascading over her shoulders, and her blue eyes shining like two lights from the deep sea under the lamplight.

More importantly, she wasn't wearing anything.

The logic in dreams is always so absurd.

Li Fu himself realized that this must be a dream.

Her body was so white it seemed to glow, her skin so smooth it looked as if it had been washed by moonlight. Her posture was natural, without deliberately concealing anything or showing anything.

She just sat there, tilting her head and looking at him, a half-smile playing on her lips.

In his dream, Li Fu had little self-control and hugged her directly.

However, Lucy suddenly disappeared.

Then, the scene changed again, and Li Fu returned to Los Angeles.

But the location wasn't Lucy's apartment, nor his rented room; it was a place he had never been before.

It was a large study with dark walnut walls and bookshelves filled with hardcover books with gold-embossed covers, none of which had been opened.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows is a neatly manicured garden.

The garden was larger than I could have imagined, with rolling hills outside and a lone oak tree on one of them.

A man stood in front of the bookshelf with his back to him.

The two had never met before.

But there's no logic in dreams.

Li Fu immediately knew that the other party was probably Lucy's father.

"Mr. Li," the other party spoke directly, his voice low and imposing, carrying an aura of authority cultivated over many years in politics. "Leave my daughter, and name your price."

"What an old and tired plot," Li Fu thought to himself.

Lucy's father threw a bank card at her, saying, "This is a Swiss bank account with five million dollars in it. I want you to take the money and leave my daughter immediately."

Five million dollars?

A five million dollar purchase in 2006 represented extraordinary purchasing power.

Keep in mind that NBA superstars of that era only made a little over ten million dollars a year, and after taxes, they would only have about five or six million left.

This price is incredibly generous.

Nothing had actually happened between the two of them.

Isn't this just free money?

Li Fu readily agreed.

However, as soon as he took the card, everything disappeared again.

He reappeared in the apartment, and Lucy was there too.

Then, for no apparent reason, the two embraced and kissed...

Soon they were face to face, chest to back, completely naked.

Just one step away from the goal...

"Knock knock knock..."

Suddenly, a series of urgent knocks sounded on the door.

Li Fu's erotic dream was disturbed.

He opened his eyes abruptly; the knocking was coming from Lucy's bedroom.

He locked the door from the outside.

He got up somewhat annoyed, but he didn't know whether he was annoyed that his sweet dream had been interrupted, or annoyed that locking the door was unnecessary.