An American knife seller? No, please acknowledge me as your godfather.

The night was like thick ink spilled on Lighthouse Hill.

The scarlet wine was poured into a stemmed glass, reflecting a mesmerizing sheen under the light.

The restaurant was bathed in warm, flirtatious lighting.

The atmosphere at this moment does indeed have the feel of an adult late-night date.

"Anyway, Lin, thank you. If you hadn't acted decisively that day, Katie might not even have had time to wait for the ambulance."

Mrs. Hill raised her glass and gently clinked it against Lynn's.

"bite."

A crisp sound of glass colliding rang out.

Lynn didn't stand on ceremony and tilted his head back to drink it all in one gulp.

It has a slightly bitter taste and isn't as delicious as I imagined.

If he could, he would prefer to drink cola with ice.

Of course, this is on the premise that there is a sugary version.

Even dogs won't drink sugar-free cola.

"How does it taste?"

Mrs. Hill then poured the soup herself with great care, resting her chin on her hand and leaning slightly forward.

A scent of red wine mixed with the humid heat entered Lynn's nostrils.

Lynn put down his wine glass, his gaze sweeping freely over Mrs. Hill's exquisite face and ample bosom.

Are you asking about the taste of the wine, or... your taste?

Upon hearing this, the temperature in the air seemed to rise several degrees instantly.

Mrs. Hill was clearly taken aback.

Clearly, they hadn't expected Lynn to say something like that.

"Lin, you're so funny. I never knew you were so good at winning women's hearts. Was that shy demeanor just a ploy to get them?"

Hill took a sip of red wine, his eyes becoming increasingly glazed, and his facial expression visibly became more radiant.

Two alluring blushes quietly rose on her cheeks.

After hesitating for a moment, she couldn't suppress her curiosity and asked softly:

"Lin, I've never understood why, since you know medicine, you would also..."

The words were left unsaid, but the meaning was very clear.

Since you know medicine, why have you ended up doing a weekly wage job?

Why are you so poor that you have to rent a dilapidated attic?

Upon hearing this question, Lynn's smile faded and his gaze deepened.

He leaned back slowly in his chair, his fingers gently stroking his wine glass, and said softly:

"Those who heal others often cannot heal themselves; those who save others often cannot save themselves."

Mrs. Hill listened, completely bewildered.

Although I didn't quite understand it, I was deeply impressed.

"Wow, Lin, you speak so philosophically, your writing is so beautiful."

She exclaimed with admiration, her eyes sparkling, then paused and asked, "So... what does this mean?"

"..."

Lin's lips twitched slightly.

He didn't bother to explain, and simply picked up his wine glass and took a big gulp of red wine.

Then, with a loud "bang," he slammed the cup down heavily on the table.

"It means—FUCK this damn health insurance! FUCK this shitty Seattle! FUCK this fucked-up America!"

This time, Lynn took the most straightforward approach.

This time, Mrs. Hill understood!

Not only did she understand it, but it also instantly resonated with the depths of her soul.

"That's absolutely right!"

Perhaps due to the alcohol, Mrs. Hill seemed to have found a kindred spirit and began to pour out her grievances:

"Lin, don't let my glamorous life in Lighthouse Mountain fool you. You have no idea how stifling I actually feel!"

"Take this house, for example! It's clearly my private property! But whatever grass I plant on my lawn, if it's more than two inches tall, that damn Home Owners Association (HOA) will give me a huge fine!"

Mrs. Hill became more and more agitated as she spoke, her breasts heaving violently:

"I want to paint the facade pink, no way! I want to build a swimming pool in the backyard, no way! And I have to pay exorbitant property taxes and utilities every year to support these bloodsuckers!"

"These bills are driving me crazy!"

Finally, Mrs. Hill, her face flushed, abruptly raised her glass and uttered a very harsh curse: "FUCK Seattle!"

Lynn suppressed a laugh and very cooperatively raised her glass to clink with hers.

"FUCK America!"

The two exchanged a knowing smile, as if they had formed some kind of rebellious alliance, and then drank their beverages in one gulp!

Before long, the whole bottle of red wine was gone.

Just as Lynn was concentrating on devouring the tomahawk steak in front of him.

He suddenly felt a faint tingling and itchy sensation in his right ankle.

I glanced down at it.

In the shadows beneath the dining table, Mrs. Hill had somehow already taken off her high-heeled slippers.

Delicate toes with bright red nail polish are roaming freely in the wild...

Lynn's eyelids twitched suddenly.

This woman is quite the player.

"Madam, you're drunk."

Lynn's lips curled slightly, and he expressionlessly picked up his wine glass and took another sip, letting the foot roam freely beneath him.

His words had no effect.

Mrs. Hill did not restrain herself; instead, she placed one hand on her forehead and let out a soft, delicate moan.

"Hmm... I think I'm a little drunk."

Her eyes were glazed, her cheeks flushed red, and she looked at Lynn, slightly out of breath: "Lin, I'm so dizzy, I have no strength at all. Could you... help me back to my bedroom downstairs?"

This kind of implication is something no man with a penis could possibly miss.

"It would be my pleasure to serve you, madam."

Lynn put down his wine glass, stood up, and slowly approached, extending his arm in a very gentlemanly manner.

That's all for today's OnlyFans.

Just as his hand embraced Mrs. Hill's slender waist.

"Well……"

The woman in his arms shuddered and let out a muffled groan.

Lynn's heart skipped a beat.

Wow, you actually have extremely sensitive skin?

The waist reacts so strongly even from a light touch.

Hopefully, the muscles in other parts of my body will be just as sensitive later.

Fueled by the alcohol, Mrs. Hill collapsed limply into Lynn's arms, as if she had no bones.

The moment our chests pressed tightly together.

Lynn's mind went blank, and her heart skipped a beat.

He only realized it now.

My landlady is actually...

No wonder you were so close to me when you were walking around in the kitchen!

This isn't just being drunk; it's clearly a premeditated pounce!

The nasal cavity was filled with the scent of a mature woman, a blend of red wine and high-end perfume.

The beauty in his arms continued to writhe.

The allure and ambiguity in the air had reached an explosive point.

Lynn took a deep breath.

With a strong push of his arm, he was about to help the ripe peach into the room.

At this critical moment.

From the corner of the second-floor staircase, a shocking, shrill, and extremely untimely voice suddenly rang out:

"What are you two doing?!"