[Titanic] Rose is not shredded pork

"Maybe the cake won't grow like this, Miss." After a quarter of an hour, Jack pointed at the scorched mass in front of Rose dumbfounded.He dusted the flour off Rose and said encouragingly, "You have to do it all over again."

"I mourn in silence for the term cake." Rose wiped her hands on the apron, picked up an egg and cracked it, only the broken eggshell was left in her hand, and the yellow and white things slowly flowed on the ground.

"Oh Rose! You are as rough and ruthless as a hard-hearted woman is to her suitors!"

"At least I won't treat you so rudely and mercilessly." Rose Lapis changed the subject, sticking out her tongue at the egg whites and yolks on the ground.

Just as wild lilies have spring, Rose has finally baked an object that can be called a "cake".Under Jack's approving eyes, she quickly reached out to grab a piece, stuffed her mouth full, and said with a movement like a rabbit: "Now it's not on the dinner table, so we don't need knives and forks to add cleaning tasks to you."

"Good idea, let's not use the knife and fork, just use our hands and mouth." Jack looked at Rose who expressed his joy to his hands and mouth, and just smiled.

At this moment, the cabin is immersed in warmth and joy.The overflowing candlelight warmly enveloped the two of them, the peeling table also had a wooden luster, and the sweet aroma of cakes filled the room, nose, and mouth...

This was one of the few truly peaceful and happy moments that Rose had after being sent back to the early twentieth century by her home planet.

After eating and drinking, and chatting for another hour, Rose proposed to go swimming.

On a midsummer night, the sea is not very cold.

At the moment of exerting strength, there will be an illusion of swimming into the sky, slipping into the depths of the sea along the silver light, and you will feel that drowning in the moonlight is no big deal.

Jack's swimming posture is flexible and vigorous, like a fish swimming in the silver waves, and like a white shadow undulating and flashing in the water.

This time I really took it off...

Rose noticed that he was not tall, but his shoulders were broad enough. The rounded shoulders were as graceful as the full lip line, and his waist was just right...

This is the perfect figure that is said to "look thinner when dressed, but fleshy when undressed", right?Saliva is coming down...

Rose's hand hiding in the water secretly and lightly pinched the fat cells accumulated on her lower abdomen... she felt depressed for a moment.

"It is said that Miss Bukett's family is as beautiful and fragrant as roses..." Jack suddenly jumped out from the water beside her, his beautiful blond hair soaked in water was docilely attached to his scalp, and his white and smooth forehead was completely exposed. Outside, "But I don't think you're that much like your name, Rose."

"Then let me tell you what you think." Rose said in a daze, all her attention focused on the boy's face.

——Only really handsome people can control the hairstyle that reveals the forehead, and the wet boy in front of him is obviously one of them.Rose's copper-colored broken hair was also drenched, water dripped down her ears and forehead hair, and her marble shoulders shone in the moonlight.She was a little flustered.

"You are more like a cactus than a carefully pruned rose in bud." Jack laughed, his voice was clear and melodious, a little lower than the wind chimes, and he added majesticly, "Plump and juicy , fat and tender, full of vitality, it can grow wherever you put it, and most importantly, it is covered with thorns." After he finished speaking, he couldn't help laughing out loud, as if he was amused by his offense and boldness.

The cactus... Rose should really feel offended, but she didn't know which nerve was wrong—maybe it's all the moon's fault—she raised her chin with a bit of disdain, arrogance and challenge and said: "Cactus It’s bitter, but I’m not. Whether it’s thorny or not, you’ll know if you try it, right?”

As soon as the words came out, she immediately regretted it, she was sure that her cheeks burned immediately, and her whole body burned up, almost boiling the water surrounding her...

Jack laughed again, his voice was very gentle, revealing a sense of comfort, this laughter made Rose's cheeks gradually return to normal temperature.

But Jack's next words made her steam up——

"One day I'll try, Rose, but not today, not now, not in this strict, well-behaved manor, not as a noble lady and servant."

Jack leans toward her in a firm gesture, but stays at a safe distance.The cute and charming baby face, golden soft hair, and graceful and well-proportioned body remind people of Dionysus, the god of wine. Those who are fascinated by him can't help but want to get close A cup of swig, wanting a desperate carnival, wanting convulsions and madness...

Although Rose is a fierce female man, she is extremely lacking in experience in being intimate with men, so that her blood pressure soars, her heart beats faster, her adrenaline is secreted for nothing, and then...

"what!!!"

My calf is cramping unbearably...

"Hold it, Rose! Endure the pain and straighten your leg! Otherwise you'll be in pain forever!" Jack plunged into the water, holding Rose's leg tightly, deforming that muscle in her screaming pain Straighten your legs and massage them.His hands are rough, powerful, firm and warm, and the twitching muscles become obedient under his hands...

"Ah... maybe I'm lacking calcium." Rose was out of breath, as if she had just run off a marathon.She lowered her head to conceal her complicated and unspeakable emotions.

"Then let's get some more sunshine tomorrow."

"good idea."

Jack let go of her legs, supported Rose's waist, and the two went ashore.

It's as if nothing happened, but they both know something has changed, they're closer.

Jack held a large towel, and the two laughed and dried themselves with a towel, and Rose even allowed him to leave a farewell kiss on her cheek.

After returning to the mansion, the girl still had the illusion of wading through the water. Her legs were heavy, empty, and floating, as if she was stepping on cotton, which was soft and dazzling.

In daily life, all kinds of small and trivial things have to be appreciated, and appreciation itself will make you happier.

Summer itself has become a kind of fun. Walking in the fields and forests, taking a lazy nap in the afternoon, eating, drinking tea and sleeping, such simple and even monotonous daily activities are enough to become a kind of fun, a kind of lazy and peaceful life. enjoy.

The wonderful dreamlike life these past few days was forcibly stolen by her from the hands of fate.

"What? Black? Mom has come back? And brought back a young bachelor to visit Rose Manor?!"

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