My absurd experiences in North America over the years

The night breeze in New York carries a hint of the saltiness of the Atlantic Ocean.

At the same time, there was also a trace of the "smoke" left over from the fashion party.

Around 1 a.m., the second half of the fashion party moved to a bar hosted by the organizers!

However, Gadot took Li Fu back to the hotel room.

She casually tossed her handbag onto the sofa, walked straight to the floor-to-ceiling window, and gazed at the dazzling city lights outside, her back view appearing somewhat stiff.

The room lights were off, only the interplay of moonlight and neon lights created a play of light and shadow.

Li Fu closed the door, shutting out the noise.

He didn't speak immediately, but walked to the liquor cabinet, poured himself a glass of whiskey, and the liquor hit the glass with a crisp sound.

His mind was no longer on the party.

Being able to get to know Paris Hilton, the queen of traffic and the absolute center of social circles of this era, was completely unexpected for him.

In my past life's memories, this socialite pioneer was a regular at the "White Party." If I could get a ticket through her, many things would be much easier. This is the best way to find that mysterious broker.

Of course, the risks are also enormous.

That circle is incredibly chaotic, and you could easily get caught up in it if you're not careful.

However, as the saying goes, "fortune and wealth are found in danger," and he really wanted to give himself and Lucy some closure regarding their relationship.

"I've booked a flight for tomorrow at noon," Gadot's voice suddenly broke the silence.

She didn't turn around, and her voice didn't reveal much emotion.

Li Fu paused slightly, holding his wine glass, before regaining his composure. "Preparing to return to Los Angeles?"

"Well, the work here is temporarily over, and..." Gadot finally turned around, the moonlight outlining her beautiful profile. She paused, seemingly choosing her words carefully, "I don't think it's necessary to stay any longer."

Li Fu looked at her but did not ask what followed "and".

He knew what she was thinking.

Paris Hilton's undisguised admiration, even with a hint of predation, at the party, along with her own words of "I am very honored," probably made Gadot feel uncomfortable.

Perhaps he's jealous?

A slight smile crossed Li Fu's mind.

This was an unexpected bonus, showing that Gadot cared about him more than he had expected.

"Okay, no problem," he readily agreed, walked to her side, placed the wine glass in his hand on the windowsill, and then gently wrapped his arms around her waist from behind.

Gadot's body visibly stiffened, as if she hadn't expected him to agree so easily.

She turned her head, her azure eyes filled with surprise and curiosity.

"You don't object?" She raised an eyebrow, her tone tinged with a hint of probing.

"Why are you against it?" Li Fu rested his chin on her shoulder, his warm breath brushing against her sensitive ear. "Los Angeles is the heart of Hollywood; that's where your career should be."

"Aren't you going to stay and meet the Hilton sisters?"

Gal Gadot is outspoken.

"My schedule naturally follows my leading lady," Li Fu said, gently stroking her waist with his fingers.

Gadot snorted, but her body involuntarily relaxed, leaning back against his firm chest.

"How come I never noticed before that you were so glib?"

"I didn't realize you were so charming," Li Fu chuckled, turning Gadot around so she was facing him.

Under the moonlight, her eyes sparkled, as if they were filled with stars.

Li Fu raised his hand to brush away a stray hair from her cheek, his fingertips gently tracing her delicate skin, his gaze focused and tender.

"Don't take tonight's events to heart; it was just a performance."

Gadot looked into his deep eyes, where her own reflection was clearly seen.

He must be hiding some secret.

Gadot's slight awkwardness and displeasure vanished instantly under his words and gentle gaze.

She couldn't guess what Li Fu was really thinking; his gaze didn't seem to linger on just one woman.

"Who took it to heart?"

She stubbornly retorted, but her cheeks flushed slightly.

Li Fu didn't say anything more, but lowered his head and kissed her slightly parted red lips.

The kiss was initially very gentle, with a soothing quality, like a feather brushing against the heart.

But soon, Gadot responded, wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing her body tightly against him.

He had suppressed his emotions all night at the party, and at this moment he found an outlet for them.

The passionate kiss deepened, becoming fiery and lingering.

Li Fu's hand slipped into her hair, cupped the back of her head, and deepened the kiss.

The rich aroma of whiskey mingled with each other's scents, filling the air and igniting the entire room.

Clothes were scattered all over the floor at some unknown time.

Moonlight streamed through the huge French windows, spilling onto the messy bed and casting long shadows of intertwined figures.

The sounds of panting, moaning, and the slight creaking of the bed frame intertwined to create a symphony for the night.

Gadot felt as if she were floating on clouds, or rising and falling in surging waves.

Every touch and every movement of Li Fu precisely hit her sensitive spots, making her lose herself in the moment.

She could only cling tightly to his shoulders, letting herself be carried to one peak after another.

Outside the window, New York City was still brightly lit, but inside the room, there was only each other's warmth and heartbeats.

As dawn broke, the two embraced and fell into a deep sleep.

The next day at noon, when sunlight streamed into the room through the gaps in the curtains, Gadot had already packed her luggage.

She looked at Li Fu, who was still fast asleep, and a satisfied smile appeared on her lips.

She was amazed that such exquisitely beautiful features also possessed such an amazing body and physical strength.

Unaware that they had gradually become addicted.

In the early morning in New York, sunlight streamed through the gaps in the hotel's heavy curtains, casting bright beams of light onto the floor.

The air still held the lingering scent of last night's passion, mixed with a subtle aroma of whiskey.

When Li Fu woke up, the spot next to him was empty, but the pillow still retained a trace of warmth.

He sat up and rubbed his throbbing temples. Last night's madness felt like a dream, but the exhaustion in his body was a stark reminder of what had happened.

Gadot was not in the room; only the faint sound of suitcase wheels rolling across the carpet came from the direction of the bathroom.

They were about to head to the airport to return to Los Angeles.

……

Inside a villa in the suburbs of Nashville.

Cole handed an entertainment newspaper to Lucy across from him.

There were photos of that fashion party in New York, and Hilton was still the headline.

However, a photo of Gadot and Li Fu together also appeared in it.

Lucy glanced at it and calmly put it aside.

"Are you trying to tell me that he's already fallen for someone else, so it's time to move on?"

Cole remained noncommittal.

"I know you must have promised her something..." Lucy shrugged, "but it doesn't matter, I don't care."

In just over six months, she was no longer the naive heiress of a political family.

She wants to strive to become someone her family can rely on in the future.