06-28-2020, 04:34 PM
The look made Li smile and stretch, the sheet shifting to reveal more of his body. A body he had earned through tireless conditioning, that he still maintained. No one wanted a martial artist in a film if he was covered in love handles and beer bellies. Unless of course, that was what the role called for. The Drunken Money could easily have been played by such a man.
The question brought upon a new smile, one far more heated with lust. But he did have other plans, and joining Nhysa would be much more difficult to entice her to stay for breakfast. Li pointed the opposite direction of the shower with a playful grin, "Over there. No, wait." his finger flicked to the other side of the room where it truly was. "No maybe over there." He nodded his head towards the correct direction with a smile still growing on his face.
"I'd offer to show you, but I think while you are cleaning up I will make breakfast - all the more easier to entice you to stay a little longer." Li offered a genuine smile. "And to give you a glimpse at a more normal life for a change. An imaginary one, as neither of us live them. But for a small moment - while it's quiet.... er."
Li licked his lips as she crawled over top of him. The woman was pure evil with high point in seduction. It took a large amount of will power for Li to keep his hands in the bedsheets and not from wrapping around the beautiful woman atop him. Breakfast was important he kept reminding himself. And if they wanted another round fuel was good. But it was hard in all aspects of the word.
The view to his bathroom was extraordinary. And unusual - in that he rarely stayed in his own home for such excursions - hotels were the usual scene. It was less effort once the woman had travesed the path to the bathroom and closed the door behind her for Li to make his way to the kitchen, with a pit stop at his closet for a t-shirt and a pair of shorts. He'd shower after the planned workout, for now, it was breakfast.
It was simple - Li's kitchen was fully stocked but he never cooked - he had a personal chef for that, but today was their day off. Leftovers or other means. But Li could cook, the monastery had taught him much, and he could make bāozi - a family recipe. Something he had learned from his mother ages upon ages ago.
The steamed buns would be stuffed with a variety - a traditional American breakfast of eggs and bacon inside the buns was a favorite of Li's having become accustomed to their traditional breakfasts while in Hollywood. But he also preferred a sweet version and made both the sweet one stuffed with strawberry preserves and a light whipped cream cheese. Not always traditionally Chinees but the steamed buns were from his mother.
The question brought upon a new smile, one far more heated with lust. But he did have other plans, and joining Nhysa would be much more difficult to entice her to stay for breakfast. Li pointed the opposite direction of the shower with a playful grin, "Over there. No, wait." his finger flicked to the other side of the room where it truly was. "No maybe over there." He nodded his head towards the correct direction with a smile still growing on his face.
"I'd offer to show you, but I think while you are cleaning up I will make breakfast - all the more easier to entice you to stay a little longer." Li offered a genuine smile. "And to give you a glimpse at a more normal life for a change. An imaginary one, as neither of us live them. But for a small moment - while it's quiet.... er."
Li licked his lips as she crawled over top of him. The woman was pure evil with high point in seduction. It took a large amount of will power for Li to keep his hands in the bedsheets and not from wrapping around the beautiful woman atop him. Breakfast was important he kept reminding himself. And if they wanted another round fuel was good. But it was hard in all aspects of the word.
The view to his bathroom was extraordinary. And unusual - in that he rarely stayed in his own home for such excursions - hotels were the usual scene. It was less effort once the woman had travesed the path to the bathroom and closed the door behind her for Li to make his way to the kitchen, with a pit stop at his closet for a t-shirt and a pair of shorts. He'd shower after the planned workout, for now, it was breakfast.
It was simple - Li's kitchen was fully stocked but he never cooked - he had a personal chef for that, but today was their day off. Leftovers or other means. But Li could cook, the monastery had taught him much, and he could make bāozi - a family recipe. Something he had learned from his mother ages upon ages ago.
The steamed buns would be stuffed with a variety - a traditional American breakfast of eggs and bacon inside the buns was a favorite of Li's having become accustomed to their traditional breakfasts while in Hollywood. But he also preferred a sweet version and made both the sweet one stuffed with strawberry preserves and a light whipped cream cheese. Not always traditionally Chinees but the steamed buns were from his mother.
“What you must do," said Monkey, "is lure the monster from its hiding place, but be certain it is a fight you can survive.”