Liver-Busting Bellucci, One More Time!

That evening, in a luxury villa in the wealthy district of Long Island, New York, Li Fei had just finished a day of strength training. After showering, he emerged from the bathroom wrapped in a towel.

Just then, the doorbell in the living room rang.

He was somewhat surprised. Who would be visiting at this hour?

Through the video doorbell, an exquisitely beautiful face capable of captivating all who saw it appeared on the screen.

Li Fei opened the door and smiled at the Italian national treasure before him, dressed in a black silk gown that perfectly outlined her curvaceous figure.

"Monica? What are you doing here? I thought you were still filming in Europe."

Monica Bellucci leaned against the doorframe and seductively swept back her wavy hair. Her deep eyes held a trace of resentment and a touch of teasing.

"If I hadn't come, someone might have forgotten all about me." As she spoke, her gaze casually flicked toward the entertainment news rerun playing on the living room television. Onscreen was a photo of Li Fei and Angelina Jolie together at an event.

"You and that rising Hollywood star are practically becoming America's golden couple. If I hadn't shown up, would the mistress of this villa have been replaced too?"

Li Fei smiled helplessly and stepped aside to let her in.

"Don't listen to the media's nonsense. It's just standard movie promotion." As he explained, he took out a bottle of 1982 Lafite from the wine cabinet. "What would you like to drink?"

"No need." Monica walked straight into the open kitchen, expertly opened the refrigerator, and took out fresh steak, asparagus, and some vegetables. "I'll cook. Let's see whether my skills have gotten rusty."

Li Fei leaned against the kitchen doorway, admiring the beauty's graceful figure as she