My absurd experiences in North America over the years

The steamy atmosphere in the bathroom blurred the large mirror, also isolating the world outside the door from calculations and games.

The second half was slightly shorter than the first half, but it seemed more intense, since the roles had changed and the bathroom environment offered little leverage compared to the soft bed.

When it was all over, Ivanka's legs were sore and she couldn't stand up. In the end, Li Fu carried her back to the bedroom.

Ivanka lay on the bed and let out a long sigh, but then her body involuntarily leaned against Li Fu, her cheek pressed against his forehead.

Li Fu then wrapped his arms around her slender, soft waist, trying to regulate his somewhat disordered breathing.

Neither of them spoke, but the silence was surprisingly reassuring.

It was late at night, and the bustling Manhattan had quieted down. The room was so quiet that you could only hear each other breathing.

"Are you hungry?" Li Fu gently stroked Ivanka's long hair.

However, the other party did not answer her.

It turned out that she had fallen asleep in her arms at some point.

The delicate socialite has probably never been so proactive before, nor has she ever experienced such a long period of "storms," ​​and her body is almost at its limit.

Li Fu carefully covered her with a blanket, abandoning his original plan to go out for a late-night snack. He called the hotel waiter to bring up two hot dogs for her to eat casually.

His physical exertion was also significant. In the past year, he had been traveling around for business purposes and had neglected his exercise, so his physical fitness was not as good as before.

Ivanka was murmuring something softly in her sleep.

Li Fu lay down beside her and gently stroked Ivanka's blonde hair; her profile was almost flawless.

Kushner really got lucky in his past life.

The night was deep, and he had fallen asleep sometime during the night.

The following morning, Li Fu slept until he naturally woke up.

The moment he opened his eyes, he found Ivanka lying on his chest, her chin resting on the back of her clasped hands, tilting her head and quietly watching him.

Morning light filtered through the gaps in the curtains, falling on her golden hair, each strand shimmering with a soft glow.

She was so dazzling in that light.

"What are you doing?" His voice was hoarse from just waking up, but he couldn't help kissing her forehead.

"I'm counting your eyelashes," Ivanka said with a smile, her eyes full of love and infatuation for him.

Li Fu chuckled and wrapped his arms around her slender waist.

This behavior may sound boring, but it is precisely a testament to love. She herself does not find it boring; in fact, she enjoys the process.

Sometimes happiness is that simple.

"When did you wake up?" Li Fu hugged her small waist tightly and pulled her closer to him. Her body was soft and warm, just after she woke up.

"I just woke up not long ago," Ivanka buried her face in the crook of his neck, her breath tickling his skin.

A beautiful day begins with a morning like this.

Breakfast is delivered to your door by the hotel staff.

Li Fu, wearing athletic shorts and shirtless, went to retrieve it, while Ivanka, wearing his shirt, waited on the sofa.

Ivanka is nearly 180cm tall, only four or five centimeters shorter than Li Fu. However, due to the difference in their bone structure, the shirt still looks very big, covering her thighs, but only barely.

It was precisely because of this that her long, fair legs appeared even more alluring.

When Li Fu saw it, his Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily.

So much so that I ate breakfast in a bit of a rush.

As soon as Ivanka stretched after the meal, Li Fu carried her straight to the bedroom.

Unlike the dim environment last night, the room was bright in the morning, and everything was clearly visible, which made her even more shy.

It was at this moment that she truly saw the scars on Li Fu's body, so many that she was surprised. Last night, she could only sense them by touch, but seeing them was another matter entirely.

"Can you tell me about your past?" Ivanka cupped Li Fu's face in her hands, her tone and expression full of pity.

Her father had investigated him long ago, but he couldn't find out much. Like most people, he assumed that he had worked as a mercenary.

Mercenaries are common worldwide.

Many people don't understand why someone would want to become a mercenary. After all, in the age of firearms, no matter how skilled you are, you might only be a bullet away from death. Besides, do you even have the life to spend the money you earn?

This can only mean that the country is too peaceful, which has led them to misjudge the world.

In fact, even today, human life is still cheap in most parts of the world. Not to mention the most chaotic South America and the Middle East, even in the United States there is a cutoff line, and there are countless homeless people in any city.

With no way out and no way to survive, some people will naturally become mercenaries. In South America, mercenaries are so common that even drug traffickers pay to recruit them.

According to preliminary estimates from some organizations, there may be more than one million mercenaries active on various battlefields around the world.

These mercenaries are not protected by the Geneva Conventions and do not enjoy prisoner-of-war treatment, so they are often used as cannon fodder by those with ulterior motives.

The recruitment criteria for mercenaries are quite rudimentary, and given their sheer number, it's virtually impossible to ascertain the details.

Ivanka thought Li Fu must have had a very difficult past, so she felt sorry for him.

"It's just a little hardship," Li Fu gently kissed her forehead. "Now is not the time to talk about these things; we should get down to business."

He had never been a mercenary, and as for the original owner's military experience, he would not tell anyone, but would just make up an excuse, and this excuse was more appropriate at this moment.

The two have already been completely honest with each other, and the die is cast.

What Ivanka saw was a handsome, rugged face, a strong, muscular chest, and something that made her blush and her heart race, something that filled her with longing...

Even the most virtuous lady would find it hard to resist such a display.

She stopped thinking about her past as a mercenary; the scenes from last night flashed through her mind, the intoxicating feeling still fresh in her memory…

This made her eager to experience it.

A breeze blew in through the open window, causing the curtains to billow for a moment before falling back down...

A symphony began to play from somewhere in the room.

Like a strong wind on a windowsill, sometimes gentle, sometimes fierce, and even maintaining the same rhythm, this is a level that is difficult for any other "band conductor" to achieve.

About half an hour later, the wind stopped, and the symphony faded away.

Ivanka rested her head on Li Fu's arm, a few strands of golden hair clinging to her cheek. She paid no attention to them, only wanting to hold the man in front of her until the end of time.

Li Fu's breathing was still not steady. He gently patted Ivanka's smooth, soft back with one hand and held her tightly in his arms with the other.

He didn't want to move at all.

The weekend morning passed by quietly, and the New York winter was unusually sunny.