[Titanic] Rose is not shredded pork

"I love you."

"I love you."

It was almost dinner time and the deck was deserted.

A small half of the setting sun sank into the sea, and the rose color in the sea turned into pure gold and violet. All kinds of subtle and indescribable colors that can only be called out on the palette change with light and shadow, just like Monet's oil paintings.The white railings are covered with a layer of light red, as if the whole boat has been repainted, giving people a strange dreamy feeling.

They got closer and closer, and finally their lips and teeth depended on each other.

Jack's lips were pale pink, so soft and hot, and the tongue was clumsy and eager... Rose tried to catch it but was caught, unable to move.Palate, gums, teeth, every corner is inspected, every piece of softness is explored.Bursts of electricity mixed with flames rose from the neck, as if something was wriggling... She had to hug Jack tightly, and then was hugged even harder...

They stood on the bow for a long time, embracing each other, completely belonging to each other at this moment.

In love, pleasure is the most important partner.The resonance and trembling of thoughts, the ecstasy of satisfaction and sinking of the body... The real life really starts from the moment you meet Jack.She finally found someone who understands her thoughts beyond the times, and finally found someone who is willing to fight side by side with her instead of preparing to support her. She finally found a boat on which she can sail together, and finally found a shoulder on which to rest. A man who can face the wind and rain together and shield her from the wind and rain... She doesn't have to worry about anything anymore, and it won't be a big deal if anything happens.

The struggles with her mother and society had exhausted Rose, and she was no longer alone.

That sweet and sunny face, that smooth and powerful arm, that endless vitality and love for life completely rescued her who was struggling endlessly.

"Could you paint me one more picture, my master painter?"

"as long as you are happy."

This is the second time Jack has come to Rose's bedroom.

"Look, this gold-inlaid fireplace is almost as exquisite as that of the Rose Manor. I have to feel the taste of the White Star Company. Although the house is very richly decorated and arranged like a freehold, the light is too dim!" Jack looked around.

"Indeed, the walls and furniture are the color of this fireplace, heavy reddish brown and flashy gold, so depressing." Rose leaned on the fireplace, pushing away the delicate vase and clock.The red roses and white roses in the vase are delicate and beautiful, and the maids change them every day, and withering is never allowed to appear in the house.

"Are you laughing at our hair?" Jack took off his coat. "Ms. Artist, why not add some color to the bedroom with some oil paintings?"

"The paintings I collect are kept in a safe in London, and I will never carry the safe with me like Carl Hockley." She also took off her gray shawl, orange blouse and black flared pants to outline her waist and legs "There will be opportunities to appreciate in the future, Monet, Picasso, Degas... wipe your drool, my great painter."

She hugged Jack suddenly.

"Help me take it off."

"What?" The blue eyes widened.

"Don't think about it, great painter, I just want you to help me draw a sketch of a human body." Her pink-orange mouth was tilted up triumphantly, and her big light green eyes were squinting at him. , "Why, don't you dare?"

"Your clothes are so easy to take off."

"Oh? Have you had any experience before?"

"I have seen girls take off." Jack replied honestly, his ears hidden in the blond hair were red.

He didn't even dare to look at Rose, he ran for his life and dragged a sofa to place in the center of the room, then carefully placed the cushions, took a step back, looked at it for a moment, opened the portfolio with satisfaction, and sharpened the charcoal pencil.

He heard Rose say, "Don't laugh at me for being fat."

Then Jack's breathing stopped.

In front of her eyes is a plump, curvy, beautiful body full of feminine features, full of sexual temptation.

The soft waist, round belly and raised buttocks are the symbols of life, and a pair of white and bright red on the chest is enough to satisfy all the fantasies of men.The sensual and well-proportioned calf, the straight and strong thigh, without a single gap between the two legs, stretched straight to a piece of copper-colored Garden of Eden...

"Aren't you really a Greek goddess living in the world, Rose?" Jack stared at him stupidly, without breathing, "I almost kneel down to worship you."

"Goddesses don't pay." Rose came slowly and threw a ten-cent coin into Jack's palm, "I hope you don't tell me the price has increased."

She smiled, her calm demeanor putting Jack to shame, but the speed of Rose's heart gave her away.

"Don't you need decorations like necklaces?"

"Ornaments? Hair is enough."

Rose, who has been studying painting for more than 26 years and has been influenced by art bacteria, quickly found a suitable posture.She was lying on the sofa, her cheeks getting hotter and hotter.

But Jack quickly entered the state of painting. He measured with his thumb and forefinger, breathed steadily, and commanded with concentration: "Low your head, look at me, relax, smile... good girl."

Jack tilted his head while drawing, his eyes very serious.After a while, the outline of the girl began to take shape on the paper.

"Don't be so serious, great painter." Rose teased him playfully, "Come on, give me a smile."

"Pfft..." The sea-blue eyes curled up like a pair of crescent moons.This made Rose feel guilty again, like an old cow eating young grass.

From time to time he tossed his head to push back the irritating strands of hair on his forehead.This action is done, both sexy and childish.His brows are sometimes furrowed and sometimes opened, his pink and soft lips are pursed, his hands move quickly...

Jack was drawing her, and she took Jack into her heart with her eyes, and could never let go, never forget.

Outside the window, on the malachite-like sky with uneven shades, gray-black and shiny cotton-wool clouds are entangled. Below the feet, the Titanic sails across the calm and waveless sea, like a mirror being cut open.

The sky is mixed with uneven grayscale and dark green.The watery wind from the Atlantic blows in through the porthole.

He made the final smudge on the shadow with his fingers, signed the date and JD smartly, took another breath, and Jack proudly closed the sketch and handed it to Rose.

"Thank you." Rose bowed her head and kissed him.

Unexpectedly, Jack bit her lips and tongue, refusing to let her go.

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☆, Destined...