My absurd experiences in North America over the years

"What are you looking at?"

Lucy followed Li Fu's gaze.

Not far away on the beach, a tall, beautiful woman stood gazing at the sea.

The beautiful woman had a full forehead and a straight nose, and seemed to have a natural aristocratic air about her.

At the same time, he exudes confidence and composure.

"Wow, she's really good-looking," Lucy exclaimed dramatically.

"Right! I think so too..." Li Fu answered instinctively, but then realized that he seemed to have given the wrong answer.

"No, I just think she looks familiar," he explained immediately.

"Really? Former lovers or childhood sweethearts?"

Lucy watched him with great interest.

"Don't joke around, how could an illegal immigrant like me know her? Besides, I don't even know who she is," Li Fu said, putting his hand on Lucy's shoulder.

However, he was then slapped away.

He wasn't lying when he said he didn't know who it was; the person looked a lot like that Hollywood star, but it's really hard to say.

According to Gal Gadot's resume, she should be serving in the defense force on the other side of the world right now, so there's no reason for her to be here.

Of course, Gal Gadot hasn't even debuted yet, so she can't be considered a star.

"Alright, stop explaining. I'm not that domineering. Even if you glanced at a pretty girl, what can I do to you?" Lucy snorted and lay back down.

She wouldn't let such a small thing bother her.

Li Fu quickly withdrew his gaze. To be honest, given Lucy's looks, figure, and status, he had no interest in looking at any beautiful women.

I only glanced at it a couple of times because I thought it looked too much like Gal Gadot.

He applied the last bit of sunscreen evenly to Lucy, then put on his sunglasses and lay down beside her, enjoying the sunshine of California's South Coast.

Sunshine, beach, sea, and beautiful women—everything is there. Is there anything more comfortable and carefree than this moment?

In the afternoon, the two tried surfing.

As the waves surged in, Li Fu helped Lucy onto the surfboard. The seawater washed over her ankles, and the temperature was a little cool.

"Lower your center of gravity, bend your knees slightly, and stand up when the wave comes," Li Fu said, having some knowledge of surfing.

But I only have a superficial understanding.

They tried several times but were not very successful.

However, the constant attempts to interact with each other were even more interesting. Li Fu's voice rang close to Lucy's ear, and the warmth of his breath made the tips of her ears blush.

Lucy could feel the warmth emanating from his chest, and her heart began to beat faster involuntarily, as if trying to break free from the confines of her chest.

The waves repeatedly engulfed them.

Li Fu would quickly pull her out each time and then try again.

Finally, after countless attempts, the surfboard finally broke through the waves and started surfing.

Lucy excitedly opened her arms, her laughter echoing in the sea breeze, like a seabird breaking free of its cage.

Li Fu released his grip, watching her figure rise and fall with the waves. A ripple appeared deep in his pupils. Perhaps only at this moment was she truly free.

As dusk deepened, the setting sun painted the sea a mesmerizing crimson.

Lucy slumped on the beach chair, her hair disheveled and falling over her shoulders, her skin covered in sand.

Li Fu relaxed her body, his fingertips tracing the grooves of her spine, gently massaging her joints and acupoints. "Tell me if it hurts, and I'll be gentler."

Lucy blushed slightly as she recalled the scene of his massage last time.

Not far from the two, the girl who resembled Gal Gadot sat on the beach and glanced in their direction.

Cole had just gotten off the plane when he received a message about his sister, Lucy.

Beach hotels in Southern California are currently safe.

The last two sentences gave him a jolt; his sister seemed to have fallen in love with the bodyguard.

"Let's go to the beach hotel right away..." He made the decision almost subconsciously, but as soon as he got in the car, he suddenly changed his mind, "Never mind, we'll go tomorrow morning."

He knows Lucy too well.

The more you try to stop her, the more determined she becomes.

Perhaps we could give her some space to ease her rebelliousness.

Isn't it just a fleeting romance?

Who hasn't been young?

As night fell, Li Fu and Lucy returned to their hotel room.

Pushing open the door, warm yellow light streamed down, and the air was filled with the delicate fragrance of lavender essential oil.

This is a wonderful atmosphere.

Lucy hugged Li Fu's waist, bit her lower lip, and looked at him. "You always brag to me. Let me see if you can do it tonight."

The boast she was referring to was the one about "seven times a night".

Li Fu patted his chest and said that if her body weren't so delicate, he could have kept her going all night.

Of course, I've never tried it.

Lucy now feels that she, the runaway princess, is about to be caught and brought back.

As the saying goes, "The spring night is too short to bear, so cherish it all the more."

Li Fu's pupils contracted slightly as he gently stroked her cheek.

Lucy unbuttoned his trench coat, her fingertips tracing the lines of his chest muscles, the fabric slipping away wherever they touched.

She looked up at him, her eyes filled with an intense and tender affection.

Li Fu picked her up by the waist and carried her to the bedroom.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the waves continued to pound tirelessly against the shore, and moonlight poured in like water, bathing the two of them in a soft glow.

Lucy rested her head on his shoulder, never having been so quiet.

Li Fu looked at the girl in his arms, whose clothes had long been removed. His Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily. He lowered his head and gently kissed her collarbone, then moved downwards.

Her fingers dug deep into the muscles of his back, as if trying to imprint his warmth into the depths of his soul.

From the soft carpet to the steamy bathtub, and then to the huge French windows in the bedroom, their figures intertwined in the moonlight.

Lucy was more proactive than ever before. She clung to Li Fu like a vine tightly wrapped around a tree, as if she wanted to etch his body temperature, breath, and scent into her very bones.

Sweat mingled, breaths mingled, every touch was filled with reluctance, every tender moment felt like a fight against impending fate.

In the bathtub, Li Fu pressed her against the fogged glass, water droplets dripping down her chin.

Moonlight pierced through the moisture, casting dappled shadows on them, as if fragments of shattered fate were being briefly mended in this moment of tenderness.

Finally, they fell onto the bed in the bedroom, Lucy curled up in Li Fu's arms, her fingertips unconsciously tapping lightly on his chest.

Her hair was disheveled, and the marks of his kisses still lingered on her collarbone, like a blooming red plum blossom.

Li Fu rested his chin on the top of her head, listening to her gradually steady breathing, but his pupils were as cold as a quenched blade.

He gently smoothed the wrinkles between her brows, his fingertips tracing the scars on her neck with utmost care, as if touching the most precious and fragile thing.

No matter what the future holds, he will definitely kill Winslop.

Unlike the cozy atmosphere of a hotel.

Dozens of kilometers away in a Beverly Hills hotel, Cole barely slept all night, investigating everything related to his sister.

Revenge is inevitable.

But he first needs to figure out who his enemies are.