My absurd experiences in North America over the years

The two arrived at the hotel at around 8 p.m.

Ivanka was quite restless in the VIP elevator. Li Funeng could feel her fingers tracing his name lightly on his lower back, extending from the elevator door to the doorway.

As soon as the door closed, she pushed him against the wall in the hallway and kissed him while slightly tiptoeing.

"You were too rough in the office just now, I have to punish you," Ivanka said with a rather haughty air.

Li Fu's actions can be attributed to two factors: the environment at the time, and the fact that Ivanka was too charming, with her slender waist and pert buttocks being simply perfect, making it difficult for him to restrain himself.

"Then punish me severely!" He looked completely submissive.

Ivanka's punishment was direct: she kissed him passionately, from his lips to his neck and then to his collarbone, the movements slightly wild.

He felt the cool touch of her fingertips as they brushed against his waist, as if he were in a state of long-awaited anticipation, ready to pounce. The "warm-up" in the office did not alleviate that desire; on the contrary, it intensified it.

As Li Fu carried her into the room, her laughter filled the air like celestial music on a summer night.

"Why are you so happy today?" He placed her on the edge of the bed and looked down at her.

Ivanka lay on her back in bed, her hair spread across the white pillow, her eyes filled with a soft light. "The fund made so much money, my father praised you for half an hour on the phone, and... you're so handsome, and the weather is so nice... how can I not be happy?"

"Of course," he leaned down and kissed her, "I hope you're this happy every day."

Ivanka responded to him passionately, even rolling over and pinning him down. He was in control in the office; now it was her turn.

Her slender fingers began to unbutton his shirt, her movements swift and surprisingly familiar. For her, this process was like unwrapping a long-awaited gift, filled with anticipation and eagerness.

Li Fu raised his head slightly to look at her, his gaze traveling from her hair down to her fingers...

She can only be described as charming, sexy, and charismatic.

"Are you ready to be punished?" Ivanka leaned down and whispered beside him.

Li Fu's Adam's apple bobbed, and he immediately nodded.

"At least three times, and if I'm not satisfied... it'll have to be calculated separately," she said in a very soft voice.

The words had barely left her mouth when her face immediately burned.

Li Fu's mouth went dry from her teasing, and he immediately hugged her slender waist tightly. "Tonight, God is a girl, so you can do whatever you want."

He couldn't resist the urge to take the initiative, and it took him a lot of effort to restrain himself.

The Manhattan nightscape seeped in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting the silhouettes of neon lights across the ceiling in a soft, blurry glow.

A fair silhouette stood out starkly in the darkness.

Light and shadow intertwine in the darkness, the floating rhythm like a complete musical movement, beginning with a gentle prelude, followed by a slightly more intense build-up that lasts a bit longer, and then a passionate and enduring climax...

Finally, the music gradually returns to a calm coda.

The darkness outside the window was thick; it was already late at night.

Li Fu pulled Ivanka out of bed and headed to the bathroom.

Everything continued, but unlike before, if the previous song was like a fast-paced pop song, this time it was like rock music…

Around midnight, they finally emerged from the bathroom.

However, Ivanka was carried out, and after taking a hot shower, she was unsteady on her feet and felt weak all over.

The two lay side by side on the large bed.

"I meant the whole weekend... three times," Ivanka said, her breathing still catching in her throat, as she pinched Li Fu in annoyance.

"You didn't explain it clearly," Li Fu said innocently.

"Don't be so smug. Let's see if you can even get out of bed tomorrow," Ivanka said angrily, punching his chest.

"We'll talk about tomorrow tomorrow," Li Fu said, reaching out to stroke her delicate shoulder. "As the saying goes, 'To die beneath the peony is to die a romantic death...'"

Ivanka obviously didn't understand the meaning of the second half of the sentence.

Li Fu patiently explained for a while before she understood the story.

"I can't bear to see you die," she said, pressing her forehead against his. "You always say that alcohol and women are bad for your health, so you should be more moderate in the future."

"Okay," Li Fu readily agreed, "I will abstain from alcohol from today onwards."

"Huh?" Ivanka gently pushed his head. "You're not mentioning women at all, are you?"

"There's no way to control this at all," Li Fu shook his head decisively.

After a few moments of playful banter, Ivanka turned to him, rested her cheek on his shoulder, and whispered, "What do you think... next year will be like?"

Li Fu turned his head and looked at her in the dim light. "Why did you suddenly think of this?"

"I always think this way when things are going well. This year has been so smooth, next year should be even better, right?" She reached out and drew an invisible pattern on his chest. "My dad is expanding the brand to London and Dubai, your fund is making a fortune, the New York project is progressing, everything is going very well..."

Therefore, she believes that next year will definitely be better.

Li Fu remained silent for a few seconds. He didn't look into her eyes because she was envisioning a better and more perfect tomorrow than today.

He already knew what the future held: the political tide was slowly rolling in from afar. Those massive things hadn't yet approached, but they would eventually arrive, unstoppable and undelayable.

But in Ivanka's narrative, at this moment, all futures are calculable, and every path leads to a wider world.

He couldn't bear to break the beauty of this moment.

"This time next year won't be much different from now; we can still look at the ceiling and dream about the future."

Ivanka seemed pleased with the answer, leaning against his chest, her tone becoming lighter, "That's good. They all say you can predict the future, and I think so too."

Li Fu gently combed her long hair, their skin touching, the touch warm and real.

She remained nestled against his chest, slowly recounting simple and bright things, such as her upcoming trip with her father to meet a team in London next month, her desire to drive to the beach for a weekend, and her father's recent enthusiasm for a Dubai project that went beyond the project itself...

He listened patiently, his hand gently stroking her shoulder, only occasionally responding with a sound.

His silence wasn't perfunctory; he was listening to her describe what she firmly believed would happen. Those images swirled and shone in her voice, like meticulously crafted new paintings, which she believed would become reality...

As Ivanka spoke, her voice gradually lowered, and her breathing became even and long.

Li Fu knew she was asleep; her hand was still on his chest, her fingertips slightly curled, like a kitten still clutching something in its sleep.