My absurd experiences in North America over the years

As August approached, California was as hot as a sauna. Tourists on the streets were already rushing by at 10 a.m., not daring to linger outside.

Li Fu had witnessed this before, and in his previous life he had seen news reports of wildfires in California caused by high temperatures many times.

The largest of these was comparable to the Dragon King's "world-destroying power," which destroyed over 100 acres of land and caused economic losses in the hundreds of billions of dollars.

However, California still has many summer resorts, such as Li Fu and Taylor Swift's love nest, that ocean-view mountain villa.

Li Fu stood on the second-floor terrace of the villa, with the rolling Santa Monica Mountains in front of him and the silvery sea in the distance, and a cool breeze carrying the salty scent of the sea blowing in his face.

Taylor Swift hugged him from behind, her voice still sleepy, "Why are you up so early?"

"It's getting late, almost noon," Li Fu said with a smile as he turned around.

Taylor Swift walked out of the bedroom wearing a white shirt and barefoot, her hair messy, clearly having just woken up.

They returned here from the Bay Area overnight last night, arriving at the gate at 2 a.m. Taylor Swift had already taken a flight from Nashville to the Bay Area, and after this long journey, she was quite exhausted.

I took a shower and fell asleep right away, and slept soundly until now.

"What were you thinking about just now?" Taylor Swift leaned on his shoulder. "Team stuff?"

"No," Li Fu shook his head, "I was thinking of you."

He picked Taylor Swift up in his arms and carried her towards the bedroom.

"You're lying," Taylor Swift scoffed, but then pressed her forehead against his and gave him a light kiss.

For lovers, a day apart feels like three autumns. They hadn't seen each other for months, and Taylor Swift even stopped using social media to focus on recording her album. This longing had been suppressed for a long time.

The bedroom curtains weren't fully drawn, and a ray of golden sunlight shone through the gap into the dim space, landing precisely on the messy white sheets at the foot of the bed.

The air was filled with an ambiguous and sweet scent, mixed with the faint lavender fragrance in the room, creating a sensual atmosphere that was intoxicating, irresistible, and unforgettable...

The reason it's considered glamorous is because Taylor Swift, at 180cm tall, has leg proportions comparable to top supermodels.

Fair-skinned, straight, sturdy, and slender.

Li Fu also revealed his firm and taut muscles. He gently placed Meimei on the soft bed and then lay down on top of her.

Taylor Swift's already loose white shirt now looked even more precarious.

Two buttons on her collar had popped open during their earlier playful antics, revealing a patch of skin as smooth as cream, which now gleamed like ivory in the dim light filtering through the curtains.

"You just said you were thinking about me," Taylor Swift's voice was a little hoarse, her signature eyes sparkling with a mixture of cunning and deep affection, "Then you have to prove it to me."

Li Fu could no longer resist such temptation and lowered his head to kiss those alluring red lips.

The kiss began gently and tenderly, like savoring a glass of aged red wine, carefully tracing her lips and soothing the longing that had lasted for months.

But soon, the long-suppressed emotions, like the blazing midday sun in California, instantly ignited all restraint.

Taylor Swift let out a soft hum and wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, as if he were the only piece of driftwood in the world.

She responded enthusiastically, clumsily yet eagerly wanting more, the hem of her shirt being pushed up, the rustling sound of the fabric amplified infinitely in the quiet room.

Each breath they shared felt like rekindling the fuse that had been forcibly cooled by distance and time.

The sound of the waves outside the window seemed to grow louder, crashing against the rocks wave after wave, creating a wonderful resonance with the rhythm inside the room.

Li Fu's fingers ran through her long golden hair, feeling the real touch. The unattainable superstar from the news of his previous life gradually faded away, replaced by the vibrant, passionate woman in front of him who loved him wholeheartedly.

The clock on the first floor rang; it was 10:30 in the morning.

But the distant chimes couldn't reach the bedroom on the second floor. Taylor Swift's chest heaved violently, and then she rolled over and got up.

She had deliberately increased her lung capacity to practice her singing, but even now she was still breathing rapidly and could hardly breathe.

Her brows furrowed and relaxed, and her voice, usually reserved for the recording studio, was clear, melodious, and continuous.

Finally, she had no strength left and collapsed into Li Fu's arms like a river in spring.

Li Fu held her slender waist and gently kissed her red lips and earlobes until she slowly recovered from her near-suffocation.

A new round has begun.

They had never been apart for so long since they started dating, and the deep longing and emotions they felt needed to be released completely.

The sea breeze from the Pacific Ocean outside the window grew stronger and stronger, causing the curtains to billow and the sound of distant waves to rise and fall.

After an unknown amount of time, the sea breeze gradually subsided, the sound of the waves faded into silence, and everything became quiet.

Only the two people's slightly rapid breathing remained in the room.

Taylor Swift curled up lazily in Li Fu's arms like a kitten, her cheek pressed against his chest, listening to his strong heartbeat gradually calm down.

The indoor temperature was perfect, and neither of them moved, as if any movement would ruin the beauty of the moment.

Li Fu's large hand rested on her smooth back, stroking it lightly and casually.

"Are you tired?" He broke the silence, his voice tinged with a hint of indulgent affection.

"Shouldn't I be asking you that?" Taylor Swift pushed his forehead.

It's always more tiring for men to do these things!

"I'm not bragging, but with my body... how could I possibly get tired?" Li Fu immediately declared, even if he was so tired his legs were weak, he would never admit it.

Taylor Swift didn't expose him, but just snuggled closer to him, her voice muffled, "Um... I want to eat pancakes, the kind with lots and lots of sugar. When I was recording the album in Nashville, I didn't dare touch any carbohydrates to stay in shape."

"You're free here. Don't even mention pancakes..." Li Fu smiled and kissed her forehead. "Even if you wanted the stars in the sky, I'd get them down for you."

"No need," Taylor Swift looked up, her hair sticking messily to her cheeks, yet possessing a breathtakingly disheveled beauty. "I want to eat what you made for me."

"Okay, no problem," Li Fu readily agreed, but then realized that he might not be able to do it. "I forgot to tell you, I didn't stay here after you went back to Nashville, so the refrigerator in the kitchen should be empty."

"You don't live in such a big house, why do you stay in a hotel?"

"Mainly because you're not here, the room feels empty, and I can't help but miss you. I can't concentrate on my work," Li Fu shrugged, looking deeply in love.

"Oh, you're making it sound so real," Taylor Swift said, her eyes crinkling with laughter as she hugged his neck. "Shall we go take a shower now, and then go out to eat together later?"

"I'm afraid you'll be too hot to move after we get down the mountain, so let them bring it up!" Li Fu picked her up by the waist and carried her towards the bathroom.

Let's forget about everything else for now and take a bath together.