Avril Lavigne sang a song. Lavigny stood up and walked through the piano room with his guitar in his arms, don't you know what time it is, damn mouse? Thinking that she threw up her head again and yawned a lot, and then she became depressed, oh~ it was really time to go to bed - Miss Lavigny pulled the door of the piano room with her guitar, and then closed the door of the piano room with a turn.

Lindsay biting her toothbrush. Luo Han happened to come out of the room across the hallway, she still had a bathrobe hanging on her shoulders, and when she saw Avril coming out of the piano room rubbing her eyes, she quickly raised her toothbrush and waved, "Ravi~"

"Hi ~ Lindsay!" Avril yawned as she walked, and when she returned to her room, she took the guitar off her shoulder and carefully hung it on the wall. Then she poked her head out again, "Lindsay, what are you going to do?" ”

Lindsay. Luo Han's eyebrows fluttered, and he said energetically, "Take a bath." ”

Avril glanced at the wall clock on the wall, "It's all at this point, do you still want to take a shower?" Didn't you just wash it in the evening? ”

Lindsay. Luo Han raised an eyebrow, "I just did some exercise in the room and sweated again." ”

"Oh~ It's not like you, you don't seem to be so diligent!"

Lindsay. Luo Han lifted the placket of his shirt and showed off his wet little corset, "You don't think I'm lying under the covers in such wet clothes, do you?" ”

Avril continued to yawn, and she was about to close the door, but poked her head out again, "Isn't there a bathroom in the room, too?" weishenme has to go out to wash? ”

Just kidding, when I finally came back, did I really want to use the small bathroom in the room instead of using such a large bathroom? Miss Rohan wasn't going to be outrageous, and besides, in the big bathroom outside, she might have something extra. Magic J? Lindsay. Luo Han hurriedly threw this absurd idea out of her brain, oh ~ yes, she was looking forward to the busty woman named Winslet more than the lewd ~ thief ~ Magic J. Will she take a shower twice a day? Will you meet yourself unexpectedly for the second time? Wash together? Evil Lindsay. Lohan gritted his toothbrush to amuse himself. Then, her eyes were on Avril's.

"The outside bathroom was comfortable to wash. Ravi, do you want to wash it again? ”

"Still don't. Lindsay. Go on your own! Avril retracted her head, and the door to the room was slammed shut.

Miss Lavigny, who was dozing, muttered muttered mutteringly as she brushed her teeth, damn rat, I'll settle accounts with you tomorrow.

And outside Avril's door. Disappointed Lindsay. Alone Rohan was slowly moving towards the large public bathroom.

That's right, no!

Inside Winslet's room.

"Listen, the only thing you have to do is imagine yourself as Jack, Jack. Dawson. A witty, humorous, optimistic xiangshang. At the same time, he is a standard American young man with ideals and peace with his encounters. On this day, he used the luck of his life to win a ticket to board the Titanic, and met a woman he loved all his life on this luxury cruise ship. Bucket. Although they are one in heaven and one underground, although they are one from the upper class. Under the pressure of his mother, he wants to marry the son of the Iron King to save the family crisis. A civilian-born man who lives a free and chic life without a meal. Their meeting and love for each other was a merciless trick of fate, but they eventually made the biggest adventure of their lives: breaking through the bonds of the world and falling in love for a lifetime. They completed their initial kiss in the presence of the Titanic, and they were under the gaze of Monet and Van Gogh (Monet and Van Gogh's paintings). Finished that nude ~ body ~ sketch, and now. They evaded the pursuit of the upper-class thugs, and they passed through the first class. Having passed through the second class, through the third class, through the boiler room, through the darkness, they entered the cramped but gentle car. "Here, they are going to complete the important sublimation of their lives." You can understand that moment, Ruth. Bookett and Jack. Dawson's mood, Jerry? You should understand, don't you? Aren't you also one of the screenwriters? Think about the feeling you felt when you wrote this story. Where love belongs! You're Jerry. Rothschild, you're Jack too. Dawson. ”…,

Jerry was a little stunned, he really didn't think so much like Winslet.

Winslet's hand had slowly caressed his hands, and then split them into two sides. She put it to Jerry's ear and said softly, "You're Jack, Jack. Dawson. ”

His hand was placed on Winslet's chest, and then slowly moved under Winslet's tud.

Winslet stared into Jerry's eyes, then slowly straightened up, and gently kissed Jerry's chin, the corners of his mouth, the wings of his nose, his eyes, and then, Xiangxia, his lips, soft and slow.

"His heart is full of love ~ his heart ~ full of love ~ shy ~ love ~"

After a moment's hesitation, Jerry finally wrapped his arms around Winslet's trembling body, slowly retracted the hand on her chest, and moved autonomously.

At this moment, Jack. Dawson possessed.

Winslet gasped and picked up her head, and Jerry leaned over her lips.

The soft and slow pulling of clothes, the intertwining of the legs full of love, from the neck to the chest, from the lower abdomen to the Mystery Garden, until Jerry, who became a little trembling because of the rapid flow of blood, slowly pressed his body up, and the gasps of the two people became faster and faster.

However, gentleness, in this gently squeaky bed, is the eternal theme.

Unfortunately, it didn't take long for this eternal theme to be broken by Winslet's exaggerated expression.

Oh ~ oh my god ~ Winslet was immersed in this gentle lingering on the one hand, but on the other hand, she was attacked by the gentle lingering anti-heaven situation so much that she could only grab the sheet and bite her lip.

That's too big.

If it weren't for "Titanic", even Winslet herself wouldn't have expected that she would really have slept with the popular little Zhengtai, who was only sixteen years old magical J.

But none of this is up to her, yes, not to her.

Because she didn't expect that she was obviously telling the magic J by herself, but this is how she brought herself into that atmosphere.

Can't help yourself.

Can't extricate yourself from the plot!

I can't help myself with the miraculous J body!

I can't extricate myself from the gentleness of this moment of the magic J!

Miss Winslet hugged Jerry's strong back tightly, and her body was uncontrollably tendon ~ spasm ~ ~ ...... (To be continued......)