In the Rothschel piano room, Avril Avril. Miss Lavigny held her guitar and tilted her head, saliva sliding down the strings. Suddenly, her head thumped forward, and the guitar strings made a muffled sound, and Miss Lavigny woke up with her forehead covered. She was angry and wanted to throw the guy who was knocking her head to the ground, but when she realized that the guy who was knocking her head was actually the guitar she was holding in her arms, the guitar Jerry gave her, she stomped her foot in hatred, then got up and put it on the chair, and slapped the guitar while wiping the saliva from the corner of her mouth.

Very light slap in the face.

Does it take that long to go to the toilet and take a shower, stinky rat? Don't you bastard, don't you know that it's a great sin to keep Lord Lavigny waiting? How long has it been? How long has it been! Hmph~ You'd better be able to hold back a song in the toilet or bathroom that amazes me, otherwise, Avril picked up the guitar and sat down on the chair again, and then strummed the strings, well, no otherwise, because the next moment, Miss Lavigne's mouth was already out of Jerry and Xero's afternoon rendition of "Into-The-Fire" (Thirteen_senses band), which looked no worse than otherwise.

Is this a roast gopher?

Oh ~ an alternative roast gopher.

Inside Winslet's room.

Winslet's eyes gradually became misty, as if heat was rising from the bottom of her heart, and she took Jerry's hand gently, and then pressed her palm softly against his, fingers crossed together.

The two of them just looked at each other, and a pink atmosphere was gradually permeating. It was so quiet that yes, so quiet that you could hear each other's heartbeats, breathing, short and rapid breaths.

"Are you nervous?" Jerry asked.

"Nope." Winslet said, and leaned her head into Jerry's arms.

Jerry lowered his head and looked intently at Winslet in his arms. He couldn't believe it was all true, whether it was because it was the script for Titanic or because it was reality. He felt that everything came like a dream and a fantasy, whether he should praise Winslet's acting skills, or should he feel how fast he entered the play.

"Hey~hey~" Winslet, who had just entered the state, began to snap her fingers in front of Jerry's eyes, "You're distracted." If you just want to stare at my body. You're going to have a lot of time, but not now, Mr. Rothscher. ”

"I'm sorry, I got distracted."

"Can you give me the attitude of a professional actor?"

"You'll get it."

Interrupting Winslet, who had returned, brewed her emotions. When she closed her eyes and opened them again, the sharp sharpness turned into a silent gentleness, and this gentleness began to gradually climb up Jerry's body, oh~ Yes, Jerry was also infected by this gentleness.

A tremor from the heart to the body caused Jerry's breathing to begin to change gradually as Winslet's rapid breathing changed.

Winslet stared at Jerry with affectionate eyes, slowly bringing Jerry's hand to her mouth, and then slowly kissing each of Jerry's fingers with her soft lips, the contact was like an electric wave. Suddenly, it spread throughout Jerry's body. The feeling of heat and dryness that I had experienced was like the atomic bomb dropped on Hiroshima, which exploded instantly.

Except for tenderness and longing, Winslet hides all her sharpness, and as she slowly removes Jerry's hand from her mouth, her movements become bold and provocative as passion and longing surge in her eyes.

All right. Jerry had to admit, though he knew it was a play. He was still nervous.

He suddenly suspected that he had taken over the play "Titanic". Isn't it on James. Cameron's dang, he is a junior brother who has never had bed scene experience. Can he really perform this bed scene perfectly in front of everyone's eyes? He was skeptical. …,

"Hey~ Look at me, look at me, you're distracted again."

Jerry made a sorry expression helplessly.

Then, he covered his face with both hands.

He really didn't know what to do.

The previous arrogance seems to have disappeared all at once.

He can't really be on, he can't be really up.

Oh ~ yes.

No way.

But what should he do?

Winslet, who was already exposed, leaned back casually, "Let yourself believe that you are Jack. Dawson. And I'm your only love in this life, Ruth. Bookett, if you can't do that, you'll never finish this bed scene. ”

"oK~ let me take a break." Jerry was already covered in sweat.

This is not like "Youth Musical", although there is no cheering and jumping of "Youth Musical" here, it is more exhausting than "Youth Musical".

Jack. Dawson and Ruth. Bucket.

Or should I think of her as Britney.

Maybe you can try it that way.

After a momentary pause, the bed scene continued.

Winslet suddenly pressed Jerry's hand against hers, pressing it so hard that it seemed to melt Jack's hand into her chest.

"Hold me tight, Jack." Winslet said emotionally, her eyes blurred.

Jerry didn't hesitate for a moment, hugged Winslet's trembling body, and the strength of his hand increased at once, and at the same time, he kissed Winslet's lips fiercely, kissing so hard.

She's Britney, she's Britney, and Jerry hypnotizes himself while kissing hard.

"Wait~Wait~" Winslet, who was kissed hard and attacked on the chest at the same time, began to scream.

She's Britney, she's Britney~

Jerry still hypnotized himself, yes, when he kissed Winslet fiercely and rubbed Winslet's chest fiercely, his other hand had already reached into the peach blossom paradise.

That's right, she's Britney.

"What are you doing?" Winslet's resistance was suffocated between her lips, and with a "snap", she had no choice but to raise her hand and give Jerry a slap, which directly stopped Jerry in the wild.

"What the hell are you doing, Mr. Rothschel?" Winslet clamped her legs and pushed Jerry hard, "Are you a junior brother who just wants to take advantage?" Remember, you're Jack. Dawson, not a sex-starved person who hasn't experienced a woman in more than a decade. ”

Realizing that he had lost his temper, Jerry covered his face again.

Oh ~ oh my god ~ what a shame.

It's not just him who is ashamed, his younger brother has already raised the flag in this manic movement.

For this reason, he had to shrink his crotch again.

The room fell silent. (To be continued......)