Lisko's American life

Withdrawing the paper, Lisco gently wiped the barbecue ingredients and grease from the corner of Zhang Li's mouth, moving very gently for fear of hurting her.

It was so close that I could see Zhang Li's movements freeze, and even the roots of her ears were faintly red with shame.

Zhang Li at this time could feel that her face was about to catch fire, and there was already sweat coming out of her back.

"You don't think I'm going to kiss you, with a mouth full of BBQ."

Lisco looked a little shy of Zhang Li and jokingly teased him.

"You're dead."

Zhang Li's excitement quickly cooled down, picked up his leftover sign and chased after Lisco who had already expected a bad one and escaped.

"Don't you run!"

"I'm not stupid, don't chase me with this, it's kind of dangerous."

"No, I'm going to stick this up your ass."

"You're too tough."

Joyful laughter spread throughout the rooftop, and Zhang Li, who had been chasing for a while, gave up and sat in his seat furiously eating the rest of his food, intending not to stay with Lisko at all.

In the end, under the pitiful appearance of Lisko, the two of them reconciled and finished the last few bottles of beer.

The night was already late, so Lisco and Zhang Li exchanged goodnights and went back to their room to wash up.

Lisko wiped his hair out of the bathroom, and he fiddled with his loose hair in the mirror, smelling his already washed out BBQ smell before returning to bed.

Turning on the bedside lamp, Lisko pulled out one side of the stool.

He had made his relationship with Zhang Li official today, and despite acting relaxed earlier, pent-up ecstasy came over him when he returned to his room alone.

He planned to take advantage of the current mood to write a love letter to Zhang Li.

Although this method was a bit backward, it still hit the girls' soft hearts.

From the drawer, he took out the neatly arranged and wrinkle-free purple letter paper.

It was a gift from the staff of the paper mill that purchased the ranch's lavender stalks to Lisko, a lavender specialty premium letterhead designed by their company.

The letter paper was forwarded by David, the overall shape is no different from A4 paper, only the top of the outline of the openwork pattern, at the same time the letter paper also has a faint lavender fragrance, this smell because the essential oil has been extracted, not too heavy, not tasteless, just a silky taste, to add flavor to the letter writing process, but also at once the letter paper grade pulled up a lot.

Taking out his expensive fountain pen, Lithgow saw that there was plenty of ink and offered to write down the contents.

"Dear Miss Chang.

I am writing this letter to you in the middle of the night.

From my bedroom window, I can still see the pasture at night, peaceful and quiet.

I use the wind that drifts by the window.

And the quiet pasture downstairs, writing this letter to you.

As you gently beckon.

I then pressed on for life.

I've crossed bridges in many places.

Seen the cloud many times.

Having met all sorts of people.

But, just for a moment.

I'm in love with you.

I wish.

Can I tell you, the morning sun rises.

I can tell you that the dew that freezes on the grass at night.

I can tell you that maple leaves fall during the day.

Some people think that love is sex.

It's marriage.

It's a six o'clock in the morning kiss.

It's a bunch of kids.

Maybe that's true.

Miss Cheung.

And you know what I think?

I think love is to touch and then to withdraw.

I would give up everything to miss you for the rest of my life.

You may not know this.

A good night from you is comparable to a starlit sky.

Miss Chang.

I love you.

With the enthusiasm of my old sorrows and the loyalty of a child."

Lithgow finished the letter, read it carefully, and put it away with satisfaction.

He took out the envelope from the drawer, folded the letterhead and put it in.

At the same time, he took out the often-used English fire-paint seal, a favorite way of following the members of the club, and despite the advancement of technology, some solemn matters the writers still preferred to write on the letterhead with a fountain pen and seal it with an exclusive fire-paint seal, a vintage method that was considered more suitable for their profession.

Lisko followed the trend and made the seal, which bore his name, "Skow."

Covered in gold fire paint, the round imprint on the envelope's interface, Lisko went to bed satisfied, accompanied by the sound of cicadas chirping outside the window.

In the morning, Lisko woke up early, refusing Sims' service, and this morning, Lisko planned to make his own breakfast of love.

Lisco, with Sims' knowledge, finally struggled to fry the loaded eggs in a heart shape, while heating the milk and cutting the fruit plate.

The sandwich with ham was also made in the shape of a heart.

Not long after it was done, before Lisko could take off her apron, Zhang Li came down the stairs.

She was wearing a white loose short-sleeved shirt inside and a denim-backed skirt over it today, looking very sunny, and still had white crampons on her feet.

"Good morning, did you sleep well?"

Lesko took off her own apron as she walked towards her.

"Morning, great, isn't your mattress expensive, I'm much more comfortable covered than my own."

Chang Li reached out to stand on the stairs and hugged Lisco who was walking towards her.

"Ouch, okay, it's not very expensive."

Lisco was attacked suddenly by Zhang Li and almost missed the hug.

Zhang Li had gone through yesterday's honesty, so her personality had changed, and she had been much more intimate with Lisco early in the morning.

Lisko put her down from his arms and kissed her on her fair face.

"I made the breakfast, come and see."

Chang Li followed his strength and went to the table.

"Wow, how did you make this, did you use a mold?"

Zhang Li looked at the breakfast on the plate in surprise, heart-shaped lotus eggs and heart-shaped sandwiches, lotus eggs and sandwiches she could make, but said to make it heart-shaped, she was scratching her head.

"I can't tell you that, it's an exclusive recipe, so eat quickly."

Lisko set her fork and ate the eggs from her plate first.

The moment the knife was lowered, there was still a hint of reluctance, after all, this was the first time he had made a heart-shaped egg, and it came out shaped like a work of art, but after thinking about it, he had mastered the method, and it wasn't difficult to do it again, before he was at peace with his mouth.

As usual, Lesko ate breakfast or picked up the newspaper at hand for a tour to see if there was any recent news in the state.

"Sir,"

Payne appeared next to the restaurant and said hello.

"Good morning, Payne, have you had breakfast yet?"

Lisko took the newspaper down a bit in his hand so he could see Payne.

"Have you eaten, sir, and are you going out for breakfast?"

Payne and the cook, and the bodyguards, and the maids, all ate breakfast before Lithgow rose.

"I'm going to follow the ranch down the cattle drive so that Leigh can follow and see a ranch drive she's never seen before."

Lisco took a sip of milk and voiced his intentions, while Leigh was interested, she had never seen a ranch cowboy cattle drive before.

"Is there something going on?"

"Our appointment with the British handmade clothes maker arrives at noon today, and I'll arrange for a vehicle to pick it up, so we need them to measure the data,"