My absurd experiences in North America over the years

Sunlight streamed in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating the entire bed.

Lucy was woken up by the sunlight. She groggily turned over and reached for her phone, but after searching for a while, she couldn't find it. Instead, she touched her bare shoulder.

Through her still blurry vision, she quickly realized that not only her shoulders, but her entire body was naked…

She was lying naked on the big bed at that moment.

Lucy sat up abruptly, her hangover headache hitting her temples like a hammer blow, but she didn't care.

She looked down at herself, making sure she wasn't wearing anything; the blanket had slipped down to her waist, revealing a large expanse of white skin.

She looked at the pillow on the other side of the bed; it seemed to have been pressed down, but the person was no longer there.

Her mind went blank for a second.

Last night's memories are like shattered mirrors, impossible to piece back together.

She remembered going to a nightclub, drinking a lot of alcohol, and bumping into someone doing something very wild when she went to the restroom.

Then...then Li Fu helped her out, and they drove home...

Then again?

She couldn't remember at all.

Lucy pulled the blanket over herself, her heart pounding as if it were going to jump out of her throat.

She looked around; this was her bedroom, and everything inside seemed no different from before.

But what about her clothes? Who took her clothes off?

She tiptoed out of bed, her bare feet touching the carpet, and first grabbed a robe from the closet and put it on.

Then she took a deep breath and opened the bedroom door.

There was indeed another person in the living room.

Li Fu was lying on the sofa, which was a little small. His 1.85-meter frame was hanging off the ground from the knees down, with a blanket draped over his lower abdomen.

His sleeping posture was very standard, lying on his back with his hands crossed in front of his chest, as if he were lying in a coffin.

Sunlight streamed through the gaps in the curtains, falling directly on his face. He frowned slightly, as if he were having an unpleasant dream.

Lucy stared at him for a few seconds, and to be honest, he looked quite handsome even when he was asleep.

However, being good-looking doesn't mean you can do whatever you want!

She was unconscious last night; who knows what happened?

She kicked Li Fu barefoot, somewhat angrily; some things needed to be made clear.

Unexpectedly, Li Fu suddenly flipped over and sat up like a carp leaping out of its shell, grabbing the other man's ankle.

"Sneaking attacks is despicable!" He stretched casually.

"You were pretending to be asleep!" Lucy now felt that Li Fu must have secretly done something.

"Please, Miss, I've crawled out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood, how could I possibly lack such vigilance?" Li Fu explained helplessly.

He wasn't pretending to be asleep, but he woke up when Lucy came over.

The former special forces soldier was extremely vigilant and never fell into a deep sleep.

This is still a problem that's troubling him!

Because it's impossible to sleep comfortably that way.

"What happened last night?" Lucy didn't argue about "pretending to be asleep" and went straight to the heart of the matter.

"What's going on?" Li Fu didn't understand why she asked.

"Where are my clothes?" Lucy's face flushed, but she wasn't coy; she spoke directly, "How did I end up lying naked in bed? What did you do?"

"What? You're questioning my professional ethics?" Li Fu jumped to his feet, retorting, "Didn't you find the note I left you?"

"What note?" Lucy asked, a little confused.

"It's on your bedside table," Li Fu pointed to the bedroom.

Lucy walked barefoot back to the bedroom and, sure enough, found a note on the bedside table, a glass of water, and some hangover medicine next to it.

The handwriting on the note was crooked and messy, as if it had been written with a hand that was not used to holding a pen.

"I've prepared water and medicine for you. If you still have a headache when you wake up, take one pill. Your clothes are in the dryer, get them yourself. Don't worry, nothing happened last night. I'm not interested in people who aren't fully conscious, because that's no fun at all..."

Lucy stared at the note for about ten seconds.

Her facial expression underwent four transformations: from panic to confusion to relief to anger.

"No interest?" She crumpled the note into a ball, her voice hoarse and tinged with anger. "Completely lacking in romance?"

This statement carries a hint of "personal grudge."

She returned to the living room, hands on her hips, her expression as complicated as if she were solving a math problem she didn't know where to begin.

Li Fu had already lay down again, wanting to catch up on some sleep.

Lucy took a deep breath and walked to the sofa.

"Hey," she called out in a low voice.

Li Fu did not react.

"Hey!" Lucy raised her voice.

Li Fu frowned slightly, then slowly opened his eyes.

Then he saw Lucy standing in front of him, clutching a crumpled piece of paper in her hand, her expression somewhere between "I'm going to kill you" and "I want to crawl into a hole and disappear."

"What?" His voice was hoarse from just waking up.

"I have a few questions for you," Lucy said, raising her chin slightly in a calm tone. "You must answer honestly."

"Go ahead and ask," Li Fu replied casually.

Did you take off my clothes?

"No, you took it off yourself. You started taking it off as soon as you came in last night, and I couldn't stop you. You were only wearing your underwear before you even got to the bedroom door..."

Li Fu replied truthfully.

Lucy's face flushed red instantly.

"Then have you...?"

"No," Li Fu replied crisply.

To be honest, Lucy's figure is amazing.

She is tall and slender with a curvaceous figure and smooth, fair skin...

He saw everything.

This temptation is so strong that, unless one is as virtuous as Liu Xiahui, most people simply cannot resist it.

"I told you you weren't fully conscious at the time, so I wasn't really interested. I like interaction..." He made up an excuse.

The truth is, he hid in the bathroom and smoked two cigarettes and took a cold shower.

This finally suppressed the restlessness in my heart.

"You..." Lucy grabbed a cushion from the sofa and threw it at him.

Li Fuji tilted his head, and the cushion flew past his ear and hit the wall behind him.

"You don't need to get so worked up," he bent down to pick up the cushion, dusted it off, and put it back on the sofa. "Your drinking behavior is actually alright, it's just that you talk too much."

"What did I say?" Lucy's voice suddenly became tense.

"You said your family was very strict, and that being at home was like being in a detention center, which is why you came to Los Angeles to study at university. You also said you wanted to study music, but your family wouldn't allow it, saying that you..."

"Enough, enough..." Lucy shook her head repeatedly, covering her ears with her hands. "I don't want to know what I said last night. Forget everything you said, forget it now."

"Okay, I've forgotten everything." Li Fu nodded, his expression sincere, not at all like he was just going through the motions.

Lucy stared at him for a few seconds, trying to tell from his face whether he was lying.

But this face is so good at pretending; when it's expressionless, it's like a wall, and you can't tell anything from it.

She decided to change the subject, "Um... thank you for doing my laundry, and I think you washed my hair too."

Her hair was fluffy and smooth, not like she was drunk; she must have washed it last night.

"The clothes were washed in the washing machine, and you were the one who lay down by the sink while I took the showerhead down to rinse your hair. Don't overthink it."

"I wasn't thinking anything," Lucy's voice rose a few decibels, "I was just... being polite!"

"Oh," Li Fu stood up, neatly folded the blanket he had used last night into a square and placed it in the center of the sofa, then turned to look at her, "Then don't be shy, I won't charge extra for any additional services."

Lucy opened her mouth, only to find that she couldn't refute it.

"I'm going to change my clothes," she said, turning to walk towards the bedroom. After a few steps, she stopped, not turning back. "Um... about last night..."

"What is it?"

"It's just... when I was drunk..."

"I told you, nothing happened."

"I know," Lucy's voice became very soft, "I mean... thank you."

After saying the last two words, she quickly walked into the bedroom and slammed the door shut.

Li Fu stood in the living room, looking at the closed door, and remained silent for two seconds.

Then he looked down at himself. He was still wearing the same clothes as last night. There was a large wine stain on Henry's shirt, which Lucy had vomited on. If he went out like this, people would think he was an alcoholic homeless man.

About twenty minutes later, Lucy's bedroom door opened.

She changed into a light gray tracksuit, her hair was tied in a high ponytail, and she wasn't wearing any makeup. She looked several years younger than last night.

That youthful energy is what a college student should have!

Li Fu couldn't understand why people in America liked to act so mature.

"You should change your clothes," Lucy said, wrinkling her nose as she looked at Li Fu's Henry shirt, which was stained with wine.

From Li Fu's perspective, her skin appeared almost transparently white in the sunlight, with one or two faint freckles on either side of her nose.

It was covered up with foundation last night, but now it's all showing.

However, this is not a big deal; on the contrary, it adds a touch of Western-style girlish beauty.

"This was thanks to someone last night," he shrugged, casually remarking.

Lucy pretended not to hear.

"I'll take you out to buy some clothes this afternoon," she said casually, as if she were just saying that the weather was nice today.

Li Fu glanced at her, "No need."

It's just a piece of clothing costing a few dollars; it's not worth making someone else pay for it.

"No need for anything," Lucy interrupted him immediately, walking to the coffee table. "You're my bodyguard now. Dressed like this, coming in and out with me is embarrassing for me."

Li Fu thought about it and felt that what she said made sense.

These are work clothes, uniforms.

The two then went out and drove across half of Los Angeles.

Los Angeles during the day and at night are two completely different worlds.

Without the cover of neon lights and alcohol, the city is like a woman without makeup, plain and simple to the point of being boring.

The star-patterned paving stones on Hollywood Boulevard looked dull and gray in the sunlight, covered with footprints and chewing gum marks.

Lucy took him to Rodeo Drive in the Beverly Center.

Li Fu had seen this street in a movie in his previous life.

Luxury stores line the streets, well-dressed shoppers are everywhere, and Porsches and Ferraris are parked along the roadside.

He thought these were all movie sets, but he didn't expect that Rodeo Drive in reality was even more exaggerated than in the movies. The palm trees along the street were trimmed like a ceremonial guard, each one perfectly straight with a height difference of no more than twenty centimeters.

The shop window was so clean it could be used as a mirror. The mannequins inside were wearing clothes that he couldn't afford with a year's salary, staring expressionlessly at the passersby on the street.

This place is completely different from the streets of the city.

Lucy stopped in front of a store, glanced at the display in the window, and said, "This is it!"

Li Fu looked up at the signboard—Armani.

He didn't know Italian, but he recognized the eagle logo: Armani. In his past life, when he was in school, he bought the same polo shirt on Taobao for 99 yuan with free shipping.

The sales assistant in the store was an Italian man in his forties named Mark. He had his hair neatly combed, wore a black suit, and had a pen clipped to his chest.

His eyes lit up when he saw Lucy.

However, it wasn't because he saw a beautiful woman, but because a regular customer, known as the "God of Wealth," had come to visit, and he was always very generous.

"Miss Lucy, it's been a long time," he greeted her, his tone as respectful as if he were seeing a princess.

Lucy nodded casually, pointed to Li Fu behind her, and said, "Pick out a few outfits for him, some formal and some casual, two sets each."

Li Fu's facial expression remained unchanged, but his heart was still somewhat turbulent.

Today I'm afraid I'll have to spend tens of thousands of dollars.

"Okay," Mark turned to Li Fu, his gaze sweeping over him as he professionally assessed his physique. "This gentleman has excellent proportions and doesn't need much modification. Please follow me."

Over the next hour, Li Fu experienced the most incredible shopping experience of his life.

The other party gave him a bunch of clothes: three suits, four shirts, two pairs of jeans, three polo shirts, and two trench coats.

Every single item is a personalized recommendation, with sizes so precise it's as if they were measured with calipers.

Li Fu stood in the fitting room, trying on one garment after another in front of the mirror. The person in the mirror was completely different from the poor bodyguard who had worn a fourteen-dollar Henry shirt.

The well-tailored suit accentuated his broad shoulders and cinched waist, while the dark shirt made his complexion appear even healthier.

He tried it, and suddenly laughed.

In his previous life, when he worked at a large factory, the most expensive piece of clothing in his wardrobe was a suit jacket that cost 3,000 RMB, which he had probably only worn twice.

One was a job interview, and the other was a former colleague's wedding.

He never imagined that one day he would be wearing a $3,400 suit jacket, standing in a fitting room at Beverly Center, looking at himself in the mirror.

Regardless, expensive clothes do have their reasons for being expensive; they give you the feeling that you're not just wearing clothes, but rather an extension of your skin.

When Li Fu walked out of the fitting room, Lucy was sitting on the sofa flipping through a magazine. She looked up at him and her gaze lingered on him for two seconds without her noticing.

As the saying goes, clothes make the man, and he certainly looked like he had undergone a magnificent transformation.

"This set is alright," Lucy said casually, but then she flipped through the magazines much faster, rustling them as if she were trying to hide something.

The saying that "beauty is justice" is indeed biased.

But honestly, who doesn't like someone who exceeds the modeling limits?

Moreover, with his fashionable clothes, Li Fu's face and figure did indeed appear a bit too "out of proportion".

"Is this gentleman a model?" the female clerk in the store exclaimed in surprise.

Rodeo Drive is frequented by celebrities, and they're not exactly unsophisticated.

But this gentleman's appearance and temperament... are still outstanding, probably even surpassing those of celebrities.