My absurd experiences in North America over the years

Lucy's reaction seemed to be stronger than Li Fu's.

When Li Fu looked down at her, her face was pressed against his chest, and her golden hair was scattered on his arm like a wheat field ruffled by the wind.

Her hand unconsciously applied slight pressure to his waist and abdomen, possibly due to sensory stimulation.

The scene on the television screen was still going on. The lights were dim, the music was ambiguous, and the shadows of the two people overlapped on the wall, making it impossible to distinguish their shapes.

The director clearly understands the audience's psychology, and every shot is positioned on the line between "about to cross the line" and "already crossed the line".

It neither crosses the line nor limits people's imagination.

This may be the difference between so-called art films and certain "action films".

Those kinds of "action movies" rely purely on sensory stimulation and taboo experiences that violate ethics.

For example, the "Incompetent Husband" series.

These "art films" don't rely solely on sensory stimulation; more importantly, they extend the atmosphere and imagination.

Li Fu used to dislike this method.

Because I always felt there was still a layer of paper that hadn't been truly broken through.

However, you have to admit it.

In certain situations, he can instantly create a strong sense of emotion and atmosphere.

For example, that scene from Titanic.

The female lead shouldn't be too attractive.

At this moment, Lucy's fingers were still pressed against his lower abdomen, tightening and relaxing repeatedly.

Through the thin cotton cloth, Li Fu could feel the warmth of her fingertips, and the prickling sensation in his heart like cat claws.

"What's wrong with you?" Li Fuming asked knowingly.

"Nothing's wrong!" Lucy shook her head slightly, her voice muffled. "I'm a little thirsty."

"I'll get you some water," Li Fu said, getting up.

"No need," Lucy immediately pulled him back, her chest rising and falling with her breath.

The two stared at each other for a moment.

They could vaguely see a kind of impatient longing in each other's eyes.

The scene on TV was still going on, and the sounds coming from it were somewhat inappropriate for children.

Lucy bit her lip and suddenly kissed Li Fu.

The kiss was passionate, intense, and lingering.

Until she could barely breathe.

"Can you still hold on?"

She kissed Li Fu's forehead again.

Clearly, she wasn't asking about that suffocating kiss from earlier.

Because Li Fu's lung capacity was obviously much larger than hers.

She was asking about Li Fu's health.

Having already had three marriages in a short period of time, she worries that she might be taking too much.

"Why don't you try and see?"

Li Fu was naturally unwilling to admit defeat, and in fact, he could hold on.

Lucy sat on his lap and could feel his current state; a certain part of him was already bursting with rage.

Therefore, I no longer suppress my inner desires.

She wrapped her arms around Li Fu's neck and brought her face close to his. They were so close that they could clearly hear each other's breaths... so close that they wanted to kiss each other immediately and never stop.

Li Fu looked at the blonde girl in his arms; her eyes shone brightly in the television light.

A certain yearning was made without any attempt to conceal it.

Her lips were slightly parted, their color incredibly alluring, making one want to kiss and caress them.

Li Fu's final restraint crumbled.

He rolled over and placed Lucy on the sofa, then kissed her.

Lucy's lips were soft and hot, with a minty coolness and a sweet taste that was uniquely hers.

Her fingers stroked his hair; they were no longer strangers to each other, so her response was both passionate and tacit.

The kiss was thorough and lingering.

The cushions on the sofa were pushed to the floor with a soft "plop".

The blanket had long since slipped away, and the two bodies were intertwined on the sofa, like two intertwined vines, indistinguishable as branches or leaves.

Li Fu's hand slid from her shoulder to her waist, then followed the fabric of her bohemian dress down to the hem.

Taking off clothes has never been a complicated action.

Moreover, the other party was extremely cooperative.

Soon, that fair and tender body was no longer covered up.

Li Fu felt that his blood pressure had probably exceeded the upper limit on his medical examination report.

He lifted Lucy from the sofa; she was as light as a cat, her arms draped around his neck, her face buried in his shoulder, her golden hair brushing against his chin.

This was perhaps the longest and most intense experience ever.

Their traces were left on the sofa in the living room and in the hallway.

It was already dark outside, the TV series had finished airing and was interrupted by a gag, and someone's dog downstairs was barking wildly.

However, none of this affects young men and women.

They were completely absorbed in a world where they only had each other, unable to extricate themselves.

The music transitioned from rousing to gentle.

The two embraced as they walked down the hallway to the half-open bedroom door, but they didn't go in immediately.

Lucy whispered in Li Fu's ear.

She didn't want to lie down yet.

The mirror in the bedroom reflected their shadows through the half-open door.

The unfinished business continues.

As seen in the mirror, Li Fu was tall and muscular.

The girl's back was smooth and fair, with a perfect waist and hip curve, and her skin was fair with a rosy glow, making her extremely alluring.

Their figures intertwined, they were a match made in heaven.

The wondrous symphony inspires endless imagination.

This was truly a magnificent scene and an "artistic" atmosphere.

If anyone were lucky enough to witness it firsthand, they would probably be instantly aroused... It could even cure erectile dysfunction.

Finally, Lucy reached the top.

Her body immediately went limp like a cloud, and her arms, which were wrapped around Li Fu's neck, became weak and powerless.

"I..." Her breathing was short and her voice was stammering.

But Li Fu understood what she meant and carried him into the bedroom.

At this moment, the soft, comfortable bed is their true home.

The bedroom curtains were drawn, and the light was dim and soft.

In the dimly lit room, her fair skin resembled a piece of soft jade bathed in moonlight.

Li Fu stared at it intently for a while, his Adam's apple bobbing involuntarily.

"Have you seen enough?"

Lucy's voice was very soft, her ears were so red they looked like they could bleed, her chin was slightly raised, and her eyes held her unique dreamy and charming look.

"How can I possibly get enough of looking at it?"

Li Fu seemed to be answering a question, yet also questioning himself.

In any case, this time he traveled through time, the heavens were kind to him.

"Then... take your time looking at it."

Lucy lay down, her golden hair spread out on the white pillow, like a Renaissance painting.

She rested her arm on her forehead, obscuring half her face, revealing only one blue eye peeking at him through the gap in her arm.

His eyes held admiration, love, and expectation...

Li Fu never let her down.

It even exceeded expectations.

Li Fu leaned down and gently kissed her forehead, then her eyes, the tip of her nose, and her red lips.

This kiss was different from the one on the sofa; it was slower and gentler, as if confirming her presence inch by inch.

Lucy's fingers tightened on his back, her nails slicing across his skin. His body trembled slightly, like a plucked string, producing a resonance that only he could hear.

The sound of the television could be faintly heard coming from the living room.

The American TV series has already moved to the next episode, and another ambiguous scene has begun.

But at this moment, no one cares what's happening on TV, because the drama in the bedroom is a million times more exciting than what's on TV.