[Titanic] True Love Is Eternal

I didn't have time for this guy to understand what was going on, his groan|groan would call his maids and servants including the old poodle beside him at any time.Before he really couldn't help screaming, I stuffed a towel I grabbed at random into his mouth.Cal Hockley's handsome face became even more distorted. He first twisted his bushy eyebrows in disbelief, and bit the towel tightly with his teeth, wishing to crush its strength.

If he had the experience of being kicked to a key part, then I might not have moved fast enough to be caught by him, and obviously he was so painful that he covered his hands under it, so I gagged his mouth easily.

I saw his upper eyelids turned up vigorously, revealing the amber pupils, the lower eyelids were so tight that the lines at the corners of the eyes were pinched, and the muscles in his cheeks were trembling.

As luck would have it, before he realized the embarrassment, that was probably all he had in his head.It was as if I was still having a weird dream, like him, who lived in the upper class since he was a child, had no worries about food and clothing, and lived a luxurious life. He was an elegant so-called upper class person who fought everything, and it was impossible for him to be kicked to the ground , and someone stuffed his mouth with a towel after washing his face.

Of course, the above are all my own imaginations for him.

I was also very unlucky, if he came 2 minutes late, it is estimated that we would never meet again in the future.Fortunately, I saw no one coming in with him, so I just need to deal with him.

When he was about to slow back, I kicked him again. In order not to cripple him, I kicked him in the stomach this time. This place is in a good position, and it can't do real damage at all.I'm rarely so violent. If it wasn't on the Titanic, I would at most pay him back by kicking him the first time.The second hit was just to subdue this guy, I can't let him draw everyone over.

"Hmm." The kicked person groaned in pain. His smooth, short black hair was scattered to his forehead due to the struggle, and the skin on his dark face was covered with sweat.

When a person is in extreme pain, the cry of pain can break through the barrier of the cloth in the mouth and spread in the air.I saw this guy's slender fingers clasping the wooden floor tightly, with blue veins protruding from them, and the phalanges were almost torn out of the skin.And his expensive white vest, stained with shards of glass, where he had fallen where the brandy glass had broken.

When I took a deep breath, I could still smell the smell of wine on his body, which could almost set the air on fire.

This reminds me of the Sahara desert that I have been to. After a performance, in order to find inspiration, I let myself go again and set off from Hong Kong to travel alone.

The Sahara Desert is the fifth place on my travel itinerary. When I arrived, it was dawn, desolate and dry air, the sun was slowly rising, and the shadow before dawn was melted into the bone-like sand, like a rose color The sun is blooming.

I didn't expect such a dry chemical reaction between the scent of perfume on this guy and the delicate smell of brandy.It's a pity that the Sahara Desert is not my favorite trip. I have to eat a mouthful of sand every step I take, even if I already wear a hat and scarf.

I dragged the guy into the larger living room, knocking over a chair in the panic.

He was still curled up in pain, and I could clearly see cracks in his beautifully manicured nails, and his lips were shaking from the loss of their original healthy color.

I kicked him too hard?

In order to prevent him from running out to call for help, I took out a sheet from the bedroom and used the sheet as a rope to wrap him tightly.At the end of the strangled knot, because of lack of strength, I directly stepped on the guy's back to use his strength to complete this difficult task.

I swear that in the eyes of this rich man with drooping corners but no sense of melancholy, I saw a fire of anger burning.He's finally come to his senses and I have no doubt that if he was given any chance of escape at this moment, he would let his old poodle kill me and wrap my body in the same sheet that bound him Throw it into the sea to feed the sharks.

What a disgraceful way to die, at least write my name in pinyin on the bed sheet and throw me a rose to be considered a funeral.

After tying him up, I sat down on the carpet in a state of exhaustion, propped my hands on my forehead, and gasped in a low voice. I was really desperate for the old bedtime story. If Jack Dawson didn't get off the boat tomorrow, I would just do it Kill him, then throw him into the sea with a torn sheet to feed the dolphins.I shouldn't have gotten on this bloody wretch, and bumped into this hapless god and taken his watch away.

Now that the boat is full of crew members chasing me, I have to find a way to open the hatch below to dive and swim ashore after the boat stops tomorrow.There are too many things, there is no time for me to feel sorry for myself, I will not shake Cal Hockley who is tied up in a ball, if I don't move faster, this guy's end will be my end later, maybe Hawke Klee's gonna use that old poodle's gun and beat me straight into a hornet's nest.

I hurriedly ran into the bathroom to change the skirt, I finally knew whose clothes it was, and I even went through the heroine's wardrobe.No wonder I feel that the clothes are too loose, her figure is too standard and I am so malnourished that I can't fight.

Months of tortuous life have made my body even thinner. I use my fingers to roughly feel the thickness under the skin of my body, but I am not mature enough.

The clothes are off-white high-waisted skirts. It is said that the designs of high-waisted skirts in this period were imitated from Japanese kimonos.It's a pity that I have no interest in the history of European clothing, let alone collecting antique clothing, so I don't know the brand or designer of this private advanced custom clothing.

Because I need to be quick, I was in a hurry to wear this strange skirt. Even when I ran into the lady’s room wearing the skirt at the beginning, when I took out the makeup box from the mirror and walked to Cal Hockley, the high-waisted skirt was on my body. Some collapsed shapelessly.

It is difficult to appreciate the exquisite tailoring of a piece of clothing when it is not worn on your body.

The mirror above the fireplace at the entrance is just what I need. As a qualified kidnapper, while I have to pay attention to this guy, I must also keep an eye on whether anyone is coming in from outside.

Karl is like a large cocoon, wriggling on the ground like a caterpillar.When he saw me appearing, he stared angrily at his eyes that finally stopped drooping. He almost swallowed the cloth in his mouth, and the muscles on the corners of his mouth violently writhed out a ferocious mark in his anger.His black hair was up in a mess or stuck to his face and forehead.

I actually regretted it a bit. If I hadn’t taken a shower, I would have run to the lower floors and hid in the boiler room when I met this guy again. It’s not safe to be in the upper class now.But I have come to this point, and there is no turning back.

I could only sit on the floor with my skirt up, and the carpet seemed to be made of good material, maybe it was a weaving and dyeing technique from India. I had seen this carpet technique when I went to India to collect wind.The man rubbed desperately on the carpet, but unfortunately he had never had similar experience, so almost all his energy was wasted on various useless struggles.We were separated by two chairs, I sat quietly on my knees, the mirror was a bit high, when I sat down, I could basically only see my slender neck and a freshly washed, messy long wet hair covered wrinkled face.

The face was very young, unexpectedly childish.My skin has not been damaged too much by the life of wandering. It may be that I am young, so my self-healing ability is still very good. Because of the hot water, my fair face and cheeks are flushed. The contrast of these two clean colors can give me a certain kind of Something like inspiration.

That's what I need when I'm looking for a dance move.

Quiet, the red rose sitting in the snow in the dark night.So every time I raise my hand, I will look for this soft rhythm. This is a silent and beautiful girl.