My absurd experiences in North America over the years

It was very quiet in the community as midnight approached.

The two pushed open the courtyard gate, and Lucy hugged Li Fu in the midst of the falling snow, feeling his presence.

The next time we meet might be a month or two later, or even longer.

She was wearing a white sweater with a dark gray trench coat over it, which was quite thin for winter.

"It's so cold outside, we should go inside," Li Fu said, picking Lucy up in his arms and opening the door.

The heating was on in the room, but the fireplace wasn't burning. The temperature was just right, but the lights weren't on, so it was a little dim.

"Don't you remember when I was drunk in Los Angeles, you were holding me like this too?" Lucy wrapped her arms around Li Fu's neck and pressed her face against his.

Li Fu certainly remembered that it was the first time he had ever truly seen Lucy completely.

I've seen everything, both things I should and shouldn't have seen.

"You have the nerve to say that? You weren't completely drunk at the time, and it took me a lot of effort to get you drunk," Li Fu said, gently kissing her forehead.

Lucy's cheeks flushed instantly, and she gave a soft snort. "Who told you to say you had no interest in me?"

"You really tormented me back then," Li Fu recalled the scene that night. He was in extreme agony at the time and couldn't help but punish Lucy on the spot several times.

"Shall I make it up to you now?" Lucy wrapped her arms around Li Fu's neck, looking at him tenderly, her eyes filled with the dew of a summer evening, her affection almost overflowing.

Beautiful memories are always the most cherished. Li Fu thought of the woman's curvaceous figure in his arms... and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows in admiration.

The night was already deep, and the streets outside the window were covered with a thick layer of snow. The porch light was still on, casting a warm yellow glow on the snow.

Without pausing, Li Fu carried Lucy quickly into the bedroom and gently placed her on the soft bed. His movements were restrained and tender, as if he were holding the most fragile treasure in the world.

The bedroom was quiet, so quiet that only the two of them could be heard breathing slightly rapidly.

Li Fu did not rush to take any further action. Instead, he leaned forward slightly, his warm lips landing on her brow, then following her high nose bridge, kissing her rosy lips and snow-white neck little by little.

The atmosphere tonight is gentler and more intense than ever before.

Lucy obediently tilted her head back and held his head tightly with both hands, her fingertips pressing down slightly, as if afraid that the man who was about to leave would melt away like snowflakes.

Her warm breath brushed against his cheek and hair, carrying an unreserved dependence and affection.

In this brief and quiet night, all the weighing of family interests and the calculations about future political storms were kept out of reach.

At this moment, there is neither an heir to the Forrest family nor a scheming behind-the-scenes manipulator.

Only two souls are warming each other in the cold night.

Li Fu's kiss gradually became more passionate and ardent. He felt Lucy's body trembling slightly, unsure whether it was from the chill brought in from outside or from the tenderness of the moment.

Lucy tilted her head back, greedily savoring the night before her departure.

In this turbulent situation, no one can guarantee tomorrow, but she will always choose to trust the man in her arms without reservation.

She suddenly released her hands from his head, then grabbed his collar and accurately located his lips in the darkness.

The spring night is fleeting, and she wants to take control of it herself.