The North American Gourmet Demon Handbook

The reason why the FBI Special Affairs Division led by Kate MacKenzie rushed to Philadelphia overnight was also to investigate the immortality technology.

It seemed that since he came to Philadelphia, all clues pointed to this immortality technology.

Could it really be such a coincidence?

Li Shanze was full of doubts, feeling as if this had been arranged in advance.

Li Shanze frowned and began to recall and think, pondering every detail. His index finger unconsciously tapped Gray's back.

Perhaps because of Li Shanze's silence, or perhaps because of the gentle tapping of his knuckles, the atmosphere in the room gradually changed.

The ambiguous temperature gradually rose with the slight friction between the black windbreaker and the silk nightgown.

After Gray vented her sadness and anger, she finally realized that she was being held in the arms of a man, and that this man was spanking her mercilessly.

The heavy slap had caused her pain and numbness, and now her capillaries were being reorganized.

The pain was slowly turning into a strange tingling sensation, climbing up along her tailbone like spiral lights in a Christmas window.

His punishing palm prints were brewing a bourbon-like burn beneath her skin.

This unprecedented feeling made Grey's cheeks turn red. She tried to struggle back to break free from Li Shanze's arms, but as soon as she moved, the burning pain came back from her swollen buttocks - Li Shanze did not hold back at all in his anger.

So the daughter of the distinguished senator had no choice but to quietly bury her head back in Li Shanze's chest.

The black round hat that Li Shanze didn't have time to take off just happened to cover her hot earlobe.

Under the cold moonlight, Grey's delicate nose gently exhaled a breath like a spring breeze, which hit Li Shanze's neck, making his neck itchy.

Gray's curled toes rubbed against the carvings on Li Shanze's Oxford shoes, leaving subtle marks on the surface of the Italian calfskin.

She wasn't sure what she was thinking, but her emotions were surging as violently as the mountains in her chest.

She listened quietly to his breathing, feeling that the rhythm of his breathing was synchronized with the rhythm of the sparks bursting in the living room fireplace, and her pulse was gradually accelerating with the bursting of sparks.

She grabbed his tie and managed a tough stance. "You just interrupted my enjoyment, Lee. You have to pay me back."

Li Shanze raised his eyebrows: "Oh? What compensation do you want?"

His fingertips gently slid across the silk nightgown that wrapped around her hips, creating crackling static sparks in the dry air.

Gray's throat felt even drier.

Her slender neck swallowed gently.

Then she whispered in his ear, "Of course it's another way to find happiness."

After saying that, she stood up from his arms, held his face in her hands, and then put her lips to his lips and bit them with revenge.

As the moonlight was cut into a cage by the window lattice, Li Shanze's clothes were undergoing a violent surrender.

The black bowler hat was the first to defect, falling along a parabola into the shadow abyss, like a black swan breaking its neck and sinking into a lake of ink.

The long trench coat disintegrated as it was torn, and the white buttons scattered like falling stars, brushing against the hazy iliac peaks under her silk nightgown - where translucent, misty desires resided.

The cashmere sweater struggled desperately at his elbow, and the folds of the cloth shook off the embers of gunpowder.

He took off his shirt like peeling off the territory map of a defeated country. His tough muscles were like a steel lion, but they turned into tenderness under the caress of silk.

He picked her up sideways, spun her around neatly, walked to the window, pulled down the thick curtains, and shut out the moon's curious gaze.

Then, he spun around again and returned to the bed.

Although he was as turbulent as a storm, she was still the silent eye of the storm.

She let his storm envelop her. She was dizzy and dazzled by him, and she responded to him instinctively, awkwardly and clumsily.

She was like an undefended virgin land, allowing him to conquer her.

The pure white silk nightgown flows over the skin like melting first snow, and every wrinkle seems to be the secret language of the moon phases and tides.

The scream of the metal buckle when he pulled the belt awakened the antique clock. The pendulum oscillated between the cracks from Christmas 1991 to the present moment. Although it did not record history, it still witnessed the years.

Its ticking sound plays the trill of past lovers' triumphs as they shed their armor.

The remains of clothing formed a black archipelago beside the bed, with her silk nightgown being the only drifting white sail.

When the scar on his chest touched her, she was completely rubbed into his arms.

In the darkness, the last piece of silk underwear fluttered down like a lowered flag.

Each layer of fabric is a sedimentary rock disguised as civilization, which, after intense archaeological research, finally reveals the most primitive temple of mankind.

The wind and snow suddenly stopped.

Immediately afterwards, a tearing pain came, shocking like the spring thunder during the Waking of Insects.

Although there was a drizzle of spring rain in the corners of her eyes, she still clung to him stubbornly like ivy entwining a tree.

The shaking of the bed was like a calm sea, with only the tide slowly spreading from the gravity of the earth and the moon.

Her screams of pain were crushed by her white teeth and turned into soft sobs.

Her smooth back was like a thawed riverbed, still silted with the silence of winter. When his palm brushed across it, fine beads of sweat oozed out.

Slowly, when she finally got used to the rake he was plowing inside her, she began to feel the pleasure coming from the soil covered with spring dew, and he suddenly quickened the pace.

The sweet spring water is cold and the spring tide brings rain.

The sea was no longer calm, and raging winds and waves rose again.

She began to sing softly, as sweetly as a nightingale in spring.

Suddenly, the nightingale burst into a high-pitched and passionate final song, its voice soaring into the sky.

Author's words: There is only one update today, but I'm finally done with it. I should be able to resume two updates tomorrow.

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Li Shanze was awakened by the ringing of his cell phone while he was sleeping.

Looking at Gray who was sleeping soundly beside him with tears still on the corners of her eyes, Li Shanze glanced at the screen of his mobile phone again, and he instantly lost all sleepiness.

The person who called was none other than Gray's lesbian lover Anjie.

Li Shanze's collarbone still bore the imprint of Gray's teeth, and he suddenly felt the chill of three o'clock in the morning in Philadelphia penetrate the Italian goose down quilt.

Li Shanze lowered his voice: "Hello? Anjie? What time is it? Why are you calling at this time? Is something wrong?"

"You live with Gray, right?" Anjie's voice came from the other end of the phone, as if wrapped in the cold wind of the New Jersey highway.

"Yes, I'm staying here temporarily."

"Open the door!" Anjie said. "I can't get through to Gray on the phone. Is she asleep? I got a call from her earlier saying her mother passed away and she was so heartbroken. I drove all the way from New York overnight!"

Li Shanze opened his mouth in surprise.

Then he thought about it and wasn't so surprised anymore.

It was only natural for Gray to notify Angie immediately after receiving such devastating news. It was also natural for Angie to rush from New York to Philadelphia immediately.

The only thing that didn't make sense was that he and Gray were now rolling in the same bed.

Gray's mood was indeed not very stable before. She was even so sad that she tried to inject drugs...

Li Shanze looked at Gray's tear-stained face as she slept soundly. "Gray is fine, she's already asleep... Are you just outside the door?"

Hearing that Gray was alright, Anjie on the other end of the line breathed a sigh of relief. "Yes, I was right outside. If I hadn't noticed the Secret Service alarm, I would have just pried the lock open and come in. I wouldn't have bothered you late at night."

Li Shanze breathed a sigh of relief. After all, not being trapped in bed by Anjie was a good thing.

Otherwise, even condolences and comfort for her lover suddenly turned into catching someone cheating in bed - the person her lover cheated with was also her own cheating partner - and it seemed that even who she caught cheating became a problem.

The relationship is as chaotic as a rock band.

"Hahaha, no trouble, no trouble. Just wait a moment, I'll come out after I put on my clothes." Li Shanze put on his clothes quickly.

"Hurry up, it's cold outside."

"I'll be there soon, I'll be there soon." Li Shanze yawned slowly and hung up the phone.

fast!

be quick!

Li Shanze quickly slipped out of the room. He picked up his clothes and ran back to his bedroom in the dark. He turned on the bedroom light to create the illusion that he woke up in another bed.

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As soon as Li Shanze opened the door, Anjie's complaints came in along with the cold wind from Pennsylvania.

"My dear, I feel like I'm waiting for Michelangelo to finish his 'Creation of Adam' in the Sistine Chapel."

As Anjie shook the snowflakes off her mink collar, the entire brownstone shuddered.

Anjie threw her cashmere coat onto the brass coat rack, and frost seemed to be falling from her eyelashes.

She yawned, the long journey made her look a little tired.

"Don't you see what time it is? Have you ever seen Philadelphia at three in the morning?" Li Shanze said impatiently.

"Hey, sorry—oh?" Anjie winked and stretched out her hand.

She pointed to the teeth marks on Li Shanze's neck and smiled, "Did Xia Li leave this?"

Li Shanze failed to detect the sourness in Anjie's words. He reached out and touched it calmly, confirming that it was a tooth mark.

"Ah, this isn't Xia Li's." Li Shanze said casually, "I met a flight attendant on the plane to Philadelphia. Um, she's from United Airlines."

Letting Claudia take the blame is much better than saying it's Grey's fault.

"New prey?" Anjie suddenly looked like a Wall Street Journal reporter who had smelled insider trading. "Does Charlie know you were having an affair with a United Airlines flight attendant?"

She poked the teeth marks on Li Shanze's neck with just the right amount of force, neither like an interrogation nor like flirting.

"Shh, remember to keep it a secret from Xia Li." Li Shanze winked at Anjie pretentiously, then walked ahead. "Gray should be awake by now. Let's go check on her."

Anjie's curiosity suddenly disappeared. She took a deep breath and said nothing more.

She wanted to simply shake Li Shanze off, but this was her first visit to Gray's house, so she followed him silently.

The sneer that appeared unconsciously on Anjie's face seemed three times colder than the night wind in Philadelphia.

"Ladies first." Li Shanze gave an exaggerated chivalrous salute and said with a smile.

As the carved oak door's hinges groaned like they belonged to the nineteenth century, the end of the brass doorknob reflected Angie's tense cheeks.

Anjie snorted lightly and walked straight in without even looking at Li Shanze's smile.

She was shocked at the mess in front of her and the smell of whiskey and gunpowder that filled the room.

"Oh my God, what happened?"

The room was filled with the smell of alcohol, and two broken bottles of bourbon were scattered all over the floor.

This was something Li Shanze deliberately found and smashed in the room to cover up the smell of pleasure.

The undried wine stains on the Persian carpet are turning lies into amber poetry.

Angel looked at Gray, whose face still had traces of tears, her red face as if stained by alcohol, and her confused eyes. She didn't care about being angry about Li Shanze's cheating.

The bounty hunter lady walked over quickly and held Gray, who was curled up on the bed, in her arms.

"Oh my god, oh my god, poor Grey, are you okay?"

When Anjie hugged her, Gray's wound was once again affected. She couldn't help but whisper, "It hurts, it hurts."

"My dear, you drank so much, of course you have a headache. Come, lie down, lie down quickly, we can talk about it tomorrow, I will always be with you. Oh my God! What is this?"

Anjie's eyes suddenly widened.

Her high heels hurried over the mess on the ground, and she bent down to pick up a brass bullet casing from the ground.

"Were you attacked? I was wondering why the room smelled like gunpowder!"

"Calm down, that's my bullet." Li Shanze hugged his chest and smiled.

"What did you do?"

Li Shanze said lazily, "That's something we'll have to ask our respected lawyer. I just happened to be in time to stop her from using drugs, and I even alerted the Secret Service."

Gray, lying on the bed, seemed to feel Li Shanze's burning gaze. She couldn't help but shudder and quietly tried to hide her butt.