My absurd experiences in North America over the years

Back in the apartment, Lucy kicked off her flats, stepped barefoot onto the carpet, and flopped onto the sofa in a relaxed, reclining position.

Li Fu closed the door, walked to the coffee table, and remained silent.

He was thinking about telling Lucy what had happened during the day.

What's wrong with you?

Lucy noticed his odd behavior and looked at him strangely.

Li Fu took a check out of his suit pocket and placed it on the coffee table in front of her.

It wasn't dark yet, and you could clearly see the numbers on the check, with a long string of zeros after the 2.

The amount is not small.

Lucy's gaze fell on the check.

She had a bad feeling.

"Where did this $200,000 come from?" She sat up, picked up the check and glanced at it. Her expression didn't change much, but her fingers tightened on her knee.

"It was given to me by Winthrop. I ran into him in the school parking lot today; I guess he was waiting for me there."

Li Fu sat down next to Lucy.

Lucy's heart skipped a beat. She stared at him for two seconds. "Did he tell you to leave me?"

Li Fu nodded.

"You accepted it?"

"Um."

Lucy's fingers clenched tighter on her knees, her knuckles turning white. Her lips pressed into a thin line, her chin slightly raised. "So, two hundred thousand was enough to buy you off?"

Her voice trembled slightly as she spoke.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Li Fu put his hand on Lucy's shoulder, trying to calm her down.

Lucy slapped his hand away, her shoulders trembling slightly. "I don't want to believe you could be bribed, but you've already taken his money..."

She has given him her heart and soul these past few days.

I never expected it to end like this.

"If I were really bribed by him, why would I show you the check?" Li Fu shrugged helplessly.

"So what do you want to do?" Lucy's tone softened a bit. "Do you want me to pay more?"

This is consistent with Li Fu's previous behavior.

She could understand; how could illegal immigrants not be short of money?

She was even willing to give Li Fu more.

However, if that's the case, they really can't go back to the way things were before.

"What are you talking about?" Li Fu couldn't help but chuckle. He pulled Lucy closer and wrapped his arms around her waist.

Lucy struggled for a moment but couldn't break free.

So I just went with the flow and fell over.

"Listen to me, I just wanted to play along, pretend to leave you, and secretly observe what he was up to."

Li Fu revealed his entire plan.

"You scared me to death! Why didn't you say so sooner?"

While Lucy was pleasantly surprised, she was also a little annoyed and pinched Li Fu's waist hard.

"No, you hit me so hard?"

Li Fu grimaced in pain.

"You deserve it," Lucy snorted, she had almost cried from heartache just now.

She had never been so affectionate before.

"Alright, alright," Li Fu pulled Lucy down to sit. "Let's analyze that guy's motives."

His decision to turn the tables was well-thought-out.

Winslop wants him to disappear simply because he's in the way right now.

The reason is self-evident.

If he disappears from Lucy's side, Winslop will probably lower his guard and start taking action, and then he won't be far from being exposed.

"I've always found it strange that he, a young master from the Winthrop family, is never short of beautiful women, and he doesn't seem to be pursuing you..."

"Who said he didn't pursue me?" Lucy interrupted Li Fu.

In fact, Winslop did pursue Lucy at the beginning.

However, she politely declined.

There is absolutely no possibility of a marriage alliance between the two families, and she would never date a playboy like him.

However, Winslop was very patient and later used other methods, such as getting to know Lucy's classmates and friends.

He successfully broke into her social circle.

He never mentioned it again, and the two gradually became friends.

"So you think he's really that persistent because he wants to pursue you?" Li Fu still felt strange after hearing what Lucy said.

That Winslop doesn't seem like a pure love warrior either!

It's even less likely that it's just to vent one's anger.

"Could it be that they're trying to find some breakthrough through me? To threaten me in the future..." Lucy's heart skipped a beat at this thought.

"You're right," Li Fu snapped his fingers.

That explains everything.

However, if they were political enemies in Tennessee, they wouldn't have gone this far.

There must be something fishy about this.

"He's really vicious," Lucy thought with a lingering fear.

Fortunately, she hired a reliable bodyguard.

"It's so good to have you here," she said, throwing herself into Li Fu's arms.

Li Fu reached out and ruffled her hair. "I told you I'm very professional, don't worry, I won't let him succeed."

"But..." Lucy looked up, her eyes filled with worry, "If you take the money and don't leave, he won't let you go. This is Los Angeles..."

She actually doesn't have much strength.

If it were in Nashville, it would probably be much easier.

"Don't worry! I have plenty of methods," Li Fu comforted her. "He'll soon realize he's messed with the wrong person."

He himself was a soul that transmigrated from another body.

He had absolutely no worries; in other words, he was invincible.

It's not about being invincible in terms of military strength.

Rather, there was nothing that could threaten him.

In addition, given the original owner's skills, dealing with a rich young master would be more than enough.

Of course, he doesn't yet know how complicated things are.

Lucy was deeply moved; neither threats nor inducements could make the man in front of her leave her.

"plum……"

Tears welled up in her eyes.

The already intense feelings between the two intensified once again.

"You have to promise me that no matter what happens, you will prioritize your own safety."

Li Fu smiled and shook his head.

If he lies low and hides in the shadows, there are few in the world who can rival him.

When it comes to killing, he has always been the sharpest blade.

It seems that time travel is a skill in itself.

As night falls, the lights of Los Angeles stream in through the windows, casting square patches of light on the floor.

Lucy lay on the sofa, her face buried in the cushions, her golden hair scattered around the cushions like a golden flower blooming on the sofa.

"Didn't you say you were going to give me a Chinese massage?"

"Then lie down properly."

Li Fu stood up from the sofa, rubbed his hands together to warm them up.

His hands were large, with rough knuckles and thick calluses on his palms, marks left by years of martial arts and military training.

These hands touched almost every part of Lucy's body.

Thinking of that feeling, she couldn't help but bite her lip.

Li Fu placed his palm on her shoulder and pressed down slightly.

"It might hurt a little, tell me if you can't stand it."

"Yes," Lucy nodded gently.

Li Fu's fingers slowly pushed down along Lucy's neck and shoulder line, with just the right amount of pressure, hitting the line between "comfortable" and "a little painful".

The fingertips accurately located her Jianjing acupoint, which is a very familiar acupoint for those who practice Bajiquan, and the shoulder power must originate from this point.

Under his pressure, Lucy's breathing became rapid, and the force and pressure made it difficult for her to breathe.

However, after getting used to it, it became gentle, and then it became long and drawn out.

"Mmm..." she let out a muffled, satisfied sigh, "Did you learn this before? It feels so good to press here..."

"This is the basic skill of internal martial arts," Li Fu replied while applying gentle pressure.

He has never learned any massage techniques.

Lucy didn't reply. Her body slowly relaxed under his palm, and she softly lay down on the sofa.

This feels much more comfortable than any professional massage.

Li Fu's fingers pushed from her shoulder to the back of her neck, slowly moving down along the muscles on both sides of her spine, each acupoint as precise as if measured with calipers.

"Your hands are so hot..." Lucy frowned slightly.

The pressure was a bit too strong, and it hurt a little when I pressed the acupoints.

There was a pleasurable sensation amidst the pain.

Her voice was trembling.

"Does it feel like there are flames burning where I'm pressing?"

"Hmm..." Lucy replied vaguely.

"That's right, this is how you unblock the meridians," Li Fu's fingers paused on Lucy's waist, where there is an acupoint called Shenshu, pressing this spot can relieve lower back pain.

She has indeed been quite "tired" these past two days, straining her lower back too much, and needs to relax and relieve some pressure.

Lucy's body trembled slightly, and her fingers immediately gripped the edge of the cushion.

"What are you doing?" Her voice trembled slightly.

"Of course, massage can relieve back pain," Li Fu said, not expecting her to react so strongly.

Lucy didn't reply. That painful yet pleasurable feeling returned, and she quickly bit her lip to avoid making strange noises.

"Don't grip the cushion, relax a bit."

Li Fu continued to apply pressure with his palm, reminding her that her body was too stiff.

Lucy didn't reply; she buried her face in the cushion.

Li Fu's fingers continued downwards, tracing her spine all the way to her lower back. The calluses on his palms brushed against her delicate skin, creating a strangely prickly sensation.

Lucy's breathing changed again, from short and rapid to intermittent.

"Li..." She lifted her head from the cushion.

"Hmm?" Li Fu was completely unaware and continued massaging.

"Are you giving me a massage?"

"Of course, what else could it be but a massage?"

Why do I feel... feel like you're... teasing me?

Li Fu paused for a moment, looking at the girl lying on the sofa with a somewhat innocent expression.

He had absolutely no such intention.

However, her body did seem to tremble slightly under his palm, and her breathing would become labored whenever his hand moved.

Overall, he did underestimate the power of physical intimacy between men and women.

Physical contact can quickly bring people closer together, which is why customers in foot massage parlors and bathhouses often want to "extend their time" on the second floor.

Even if they didn't have this idea when they came.

Of course, there's a reason why those beauty salons that offer spas and aromatherapy massages for women often manage to ensnare wealthy women.

Human senses and touch are quite peculiar.

In a certain atmosphere, most people can't resist it.

"I just want you to relax," Li Fu resumed the massage.

From his perspective, Lucy's long golden hair was scattered on the cushion, revealing a section of her bright white nape, with smooth and graceful lines from the nape of her neck to her shoulders.

The S-curve from shoulders to hips can only be described as breathtaking.

It's impossible to say that he had no impact.

He tried to pull his fingers away from Lucy's waist and instead placed his palm on her back, pressing down slowly.

His other hand rested on his lower back.

It's just a step away from my buttocks.

The massage continued, and as Lucy gradually adjusted, Li Fu's pressure increased.

"Are you... pressing lower and lower?"

Lucy felt that he was just flirting with her.

Moreover, she was already breathing erratically, her face was flushed, and her heart was pounding.

Li Fu glanced down and saw that his hand was indeed almost below her waist.

But you can't blame him. The Shenshu acupoint is located in this position, that's how it's defined in Traditional Chinese Medicine. He was just performing a standard meridian massage procedure.

"This is truly standard practice," Li Fu said confidently.

Lucy lifted her head from the cushion and looked at him.

Her face was flushed, her eyes were like dew on a summer evening, her lips were slightly parted, and her breath carried a familiar temperature that made his heart race.

"Could we stop for a moment?"

Why?

"Because..." Lucy's voice was very soft, almost inaudible, "you pressed on me... a little..."

She didn't finish speaking, but she rolled over and hooked her arms around Li Fu's neck, her golden hair cascading down, a warm fragrance wafting towards her.

Li Fu's hand hung in mid-air, unsure of where to put it.

"So the massage is over?"

"I didn't say it was over," Lucy said, shaking her head slightly.

"How do I press it like this?"

"Then let's try another way," Lucy said, gently kissing him.

This kiss was unlike any other kiss I'd ever given.

It wasn't the frenzy of drunkenness, the loss of control under the influence of drugs, the reckless madness in the car, or the gentle, lingering probing on the sofa.

Rather, it's something that happens naturally when the timing and atmosphere are just right.

Li Funeng could feel that her lips were very hot, her breathing was rapid, and her body was trembling slightly in his arms, as if she was longing for something.

Lucy's fingers slid down his hair and onto his cheek, her thumb gently stroking his cheekbone.

If he still doesn't react at this point, then he's not worthy of being called a man.

Li Fu picked her up from the sofa, quickly walked through the corridor, and into the bedroom.

The bedroom was dark, with only the light coming in from the window casting a long strip of light on the floor.

He placed Lucy on the bed, and as she lay down, her golden hair spread across the white pillow, like a painting he had seen many times, yet which always amazed him.

The two embraced and kissed passionately.

Los Angeles outside the window is asleep in the night.

The palm tree branches swayed gently in the breeze, making a rustling sound.

A bright star shines stubbornly in the distance, amidst the city's light pollution, like a tiny lamp lit in the darkness.

Time in the bedroom passes both quickly and slowly. It's the heartbeat that's fast, and the moments that don't need to be measured by a clock that's slow.

Like the moment he lowered his head to kiss her collarbone.

Like the moment she closed her eyes and let out a satisfied sigh.

Imagine two people's fingers intertwined in the dark, and the bed frame swaying slightly.

These moments were stretched out for a very long time, so long that it seemed as if they could stay there forever.

Lucy fell asleep at some point.

Her head rested on his arm, her face buried in the crook of his neck, her breathing even and long.

Her fingers were still gripping his thumb tightly, as if she wouldn't let go even in her sleep.