American Comics: When the Police Comes to Knock on the Door

The plane took off at 1 p.m., took 6 hours, and landed at Los Angeles Airport at 4 p.m.

Richard and Jessica adjusted the time on the clock in the airport lobby and dragged their suitcases out of the airport.

The car had been rented in advance, and after receiving the keys, the two began their trip to Los Angeles.

Pasadena, a city located in the north of Los Angeles, is probably best known for its world-renowned university, California Institute of Technology, a powerful school.

Richard was born here and has lived here for 6 years, but now, his memory of this place is very vague. He has been away from here for 17 years.

The two put their luggage in the hotel, had a simple meal in the hotel restaurant, and then returned to the room to rest for a while. It was not that they were sleepy, but that they were a little tired.

Richard was lying on the bed, unable to sleep and not wanting to get up. He held Jessica in his arms, smelled the fragrance of Jessica, and talked to Jessica, and he felt sleepy. I fell asleep in a daze.

When Richard woke up, it was already the morning of the next day. He lay on the bed and listened to the sound of the shower coming from the bathroom. The sound of the shower aroused his reverie in this early morning time.

Richard got out of bed and did some stretches. There was a crackling sound and he felt energetic. He walked to the bathroom, where the sound of the hair dryer was heard, and Richard opened the door and walked in.

Jessica was tilting her head and blowing her hair with a hair dryer.

Richard hugged Jessica's waist from behind and pressed against Jessica's body. His chin rested on Jessica's shoulder. He looked at the beauty in his arms through the mirror.

The amber eyes were flashing with a smile, and the wet black hair was blown by the hairdryer. The skin that had just been bathed looked white, tender and full of vitality. The neck was stained with water droplets thrown off by the hair. Slide it down your neck.

Jessica arched her shoulders and handed the hairdryer to Richard.

Richard took the air dryer and helped Jessica blow her hair.

"Rick, can you find the cemetery later?"

Richard blew Jessica's hair from top to bottom, and the wind from the hair dryer blew Jessica's bathrobe along her hair. Jessica's front was blown, and Richard's eyes couldn't help but follow. He looked down at his collar.

Noticing Richard's dreamy gaze, Jessica suddenly stuck her butt back.

Ben had some reaction to Richard's pain from being pushed, but he quickly reacted.

"What did you say"

Jessica turned and looked into Richard's eyes.

"Dry your hair well, and do you know where the cemetery is?"

"Maybe remember it. If it doesn't work, just ask someone."

Jessica hugged Richard's waist, lowered her head slightly and lay on Richard's chest.

"It's great that you've grown taller. If you were still as short as before, I wouldn't be able to listen to your heartbeat like this."

"What was originally a touching sentence has changed its taste in your mouth."

Richard turned off the hair dryer and patted Jessica on the back as a signal. When Jessica let go, Richard suddenly grabbed Jessica's butt hard, then turned around and ran out of the bathroom.

Jessica chased him out, and the two were fighting on the bed. Richard was no match for Jessica, and he was subdued within two seconds.

Jessica sat on Richard's waist, bent down and put Richard's hands on the bed. She looked into Richard's eyes and lowered her head to kiss him.

"Okay, let's go wash up."

Jessica let go of Richard's hands, turned over and left Richard's body.

Richard glanced at the slightly red wrist. This girl was getting better and better at hitting her with a stick and giving her a sweet date.

After Richard washed up, the two of them put on formal clothes and drove towards the cemetery.

Richard thought he could remember the approximate location, but as he headed north, he was about to reach the boundary of Altadena, and he didn't see the shadow of the cemetery. Thinking that he was driving in the wrong direction, he asked the patrolling police officer, and then he realized that he was not driving in the wrong direction. His father's cemetery was not in Pasadena, but on the boundary of Altadena.