Chapter 134: You're Not Allowed to Look

In the morning, the Los Angeles sunshine was pleasant, with bright sunlight, blue sky and sea, beaches and tall palm trees, almost making Link think he was back on Miami Beach.

However, there were still some obvious differences in the geographical environment and climate between Los Angeles and Miami.

Miami had a tropical rainforest climate with high rainfall and humidity throughout the year.

Los Angeles had a Mediterranean climate with mild and humid winters, dry and hot summers, less rainfall throughout the year, and an average annual temperature of around 20°C.

The air in Los Angeles was cooler and drier than in Miami, with many sunny days throughout the year and little impact from weather changes, which was one of the reasons why major film companies built studios here.

The city of Los Angeles had a population of over 4 million, more than twice that of Miami, and the city center was also more prosperous and lively than Miami. At a glance, it was full of buildings and street scenes that had appeared in Hollywood movies.

In the morning, Link, wearing a red Converse tracksuit, ran more than 20 kilometers along Santa Monica's Palm Avenue, and then went to Westside Boxing Club for two hours of training.

He also gave some boxing training tips to Christian Bale, one of the protagonists of "The Fighter."

The pre-production work of "The Fighter" had been completed, and filming was scheduled to start next month. During this time, Link, in addition to promoting his album and participating in program recordings, would also go to the Los Angeles School of Performing Arts to attend classes and learn some acting knowledge.

At two o'clock, he drove back to the villa area on the west side of Santa Monica Beach.

This villa was temporarily rented, a single-family villa with average decoration, but the surrounding scenery was good. You could see the sunny beach every day, and it was also very close to the city center and Hollywood.

When he lived alone before, he only used this place as a place to sleep, often busy outside until late at night before coming back. Now that Taylor was here, he would go home immediately after finishing his work every day.

They had an agreement to try to reduce work outside and spend more time together.

Taylor had been doing well recently, reducing her daily workload a lot, and her European concert was also postponed. She stayed at home every day more than he did.

But he also knew that this was temporary. Taylor was still a workaholic who loved her music career more than anything else. After a while, she would be busy again, so Link would also try to stay at home as much as possible while Taylor was still at home.

When he returned to the villa, the servants were busy in the kitchen, the gardener was mowing the lawn in the front yard, and assistant Anna told him that the performance clothes were ready, and they would leave for the image design studio at 3:20 for hair and makeup, and then go to Beverly Hills at 4:30 to attend the Grammy Awards ceremony.

Link said he knew.

When he came to the second floor of the villa, he called Taylor, but did not get a response.

He heard two meows and saw two Scottish Fold cats lying on the aisle. One silver tabby kitten named Meredith was using its paws to poke a plush ball, pulling it back and forth.

The other little white cat was lying lazily on the carpet, letting the sun shine on its petite body. It was Olivia, both of Taylor's beloved pets.

Link used to tell Taylor that in her heart, her music career came first, and he came second. But after the two cats came, he found that he had overestimated his status.

Taylor was obviously closer to the two cats than to him. His ranking should be behind the two kittens.

Meow!

Meredith saw him coming over and greeted him, then continued to play with the plush ball.

Olivia glanced at him lazily, then closed her eyes and dozed off, looking very aloof.

Link squatted down and scratched Olivia's belly with his hand. Olivia reservedly patted his fingers with her paws, telling him not to be a hooligan. Finally, feeling unable to resist, she closed her eyes and enjoyed it, making a whirring sound in her belly.

Meredith glanced at him, pulled the plush ball over, and meowed at him.

Link flicked it back with his finger, Meredith pulled it over again, Link flicked it back again. When the little thing pulled it over for the third time, Link flicked it on the head. He, a world boxing champion and popular singer, had no time to play ball with it here.

Link stroked the two kittens twice and pushed open the door to enter the room.

There were guitars and violins on the sofa, dozens of scattered manuscript papers. Taylor was lying on the wool carpet, wearing glasses, her long golden hair scattered and messy, holding a pen in her hand, writing and drawing on the manuscript paper, humming while writing.

Link didn't bother her, gently closed the door, picked up a few manuscript papers, and sat on the sofa to look at them.

The first one was a song called "Better Than Revenge," which was about a boyfriend cheating on her with an actress. She was very sad and wanted revenge, but in the end, she chose to forgive him and lick her wounds alone.

Very resentful.

The song on another manuscript paper had no name, just the lyrics "You are a heartless man, only telling clumsy lies, watch me light this match, burn all the time I wasted in the past," even more resentful.

Link broke out in a cold sweat on his forehead. This literary young woman's inner drama was too rich. Before, they agreed not to bring up the old things again and treat that breakup as a small episode in their relationship.

Now she wrote it all into a song, and wrote it so aggrievedly.

What does this mean?

"Ah! Don't look! You're not allowed to look!"

Just as he was about to read the third page, Taylor suddenly jumped up, stumbled and pounced on him, snatching the manuscript from his hand and hiding it behind her back.

"Link, don't think too much, this is creation, not writing a diary. Some places are written more exaggeratedly, can you understand?"

Taylor stared at him nervously and asked.

"I understand, I won't think too much."

"Really? You promise?"

"I promise, I am also a creator, I understand what you mean, you are imagining and playing on the basis of some facts, just like a script adapted from news events, right?"

Link said, combing her hair.

Taylor nodded repeatedly, her blue eyes blinking.

"Get up, we're going to the Grammy Awards ceremony later, we should prepare in advance."

Link helped her shoulders and stood up.

"Do you really not mind?"

Taylor stared at his expression and asked.

Link smiled softly, stopped and said, "If I minded, would you stop writing these songs?"

Taylor frowned slightly and pursed her lips.

"So, create boldly, stick to what you love to do, don't let me affect your creative performance, and don't set limits on your own thinking. Creation should be free, I won't be your shackles, and besides, I'm not that petty, and I won't be angry with you about this."

Link said, rubbing her hair.

Taylor glanced at him, hugged his waist tightly with both hands, her cheek pressed against his cheek, her breathing gradually becoming rapid and hot.

"I want to do it."

"What?"

"I want to have sex!"

Taylor said, clinging to him and kissing his face.

"But we're going to the Grammys soon, there's only two hours left."

"Don't worry about it, I just want to have sex now."

Taylor said emotionally, biting his lower lip.

Link lowered his head and kissed her, wrapped his arms around her waist and hips, pulled up the obstructive skirt, and sat on the balcony.

Meow meow meow!

There were meows of folded-ear cats coming from the aisle.

Assistant Anna came up the stairs, ready to remind the two that it was time to leave. Hearing the cat meows, she squatted down to pet them, only to find that it was not the cat meows, but the movement coming from the next room.

The sound was similar to a cat's meow, but there were some differences, more like the sound of an orchestra, the sound rising and falling, heavy and light.

Even she, a married woman, blushed.

(End of chapter)