[Titanic] Surprise in the bubble

Today is April 4th, at 12:10 in the morning, and there is still one hour before lunch time, so now most of the first-class passengers are gathered on the deck and in the dining room, drinking tea and chatting about gossip. My guess.Because I hid in my room and took a cold shower.

Jack Dawson….I have to admit, this guy is really attractive, I can even imagine his body now, and I really regret that I didn't take advantage of the confusion just now!

But I touched it, I stroked his buttocks and back, and the elastic and slippery touch seemed to still exist on my fingertips.And when I held my big dick with the hand that touched his skin, I only felt that my lower abdomen was even hotter, so hot that I almost screamed out!

"Huh—" There seemed to be a flash of white light in front of my eyes, and then I stared blankly at the white tiles on the wall, feeling an inexplicable sense of loss in my heart.

The cold water rushed down from the top of my head, across my forehead, nose tip and neck, and finally flowed down to the ground, bouncing loudly.I didn’t react until the sound was almost connected into a musical score. I shivered, turned off the water in a hurry, ran out rubbing my arms, and quickly dried the water on my body with a towel, and changed it. Clothes, then sat on the sofa and poured himself a cup of hot tea.

Hot steam curled up from the teacup, winding upwards. Through the steam, I looked at the luxuriously decorated walls in this room, at the windows on the walls, and at the sun-filled windows outside the windows. Air.

It is really beautiful to look out from here, I can see the sea surface which is almost at the same level as the bow of the ship, rippling in circles, sparkling in the sun, with shimmering brilliance.

If it can be painted, I think it is necessary to use several colors to express the vividness and softness of the water, and to use white paint on the tip of the pen to adhere to the several colors. , representing the light of the stars...

A sudden sense of sadness welled up in my heart, like the smoke on a teacup, so ethereal that I couldn't explain the reason, but the sad emotion made my reason very clear.

I thought of sitting on the chair in front of the computer and looking at the weather outside the window. From that day on, it was definitely not so blue and clean, but polluted by the dirty environment and looked as dirty as dust.

I remember being there, when I looked up, I always saw all kinds of tall buildings. They divided the sky straight into several pieces, and it would not be such a big whole at all.

And the sea... It seems that I have not seen the sea for a long time, and I have never been to the Atlantic Ocean that I have seen on the map.

I sneered, feeling ridiculous at my sudden thought, and the sadness and contradictions in my heart seemed to collide together, which made me suddenly have a compassionate heart that I don't know where it came from!

I drank the hot tea in front of me in a fit of anger, then walked out of the room neatly, escaping from the ubiquitous exquisite carvings.

The corridor outside the room was still quiet, and looked a little low-key and dim.There are no windows to see the bright view outside, so I finally had a moment to get my mind back and straighten my tie before heading to the restaurant.

But when I saw the people here talking and laughing happily, taking a sip gracefully while holding a teacup, and smiling like a zombie with their masked faces, the emotions in my heart suddenly rose again!

I can't tell whether it's more disgusting or more irritable now, in short, I can't keep calm, and I can't even keep my face!

My bodyguard was unexpectedly waiting for me at the bottom of the stairs. When he saw me coming down, he handed out an envelope and said stiffly, "Sir, this is the stock market quotation I got back from the telegrapher today."

I took a deep breath before I walked in front of him, and then took it over.I took a rough look at the unfamiliar statistical chart above, and without making any indication, I stuffed him back into the envelope and put it back in the bodyguard's hand, "Let's look at it later, I don't really want to Consider these issues."

"Sir?" He was obviously surprised. "Are you unwell?"

"Probably, I'm in a bad mood all of a sudden..." I paused, and found that Hockley and the others had found me, and gestured for me to pass, I smiled as if responding, and asked in a low voice Looking at the bodyguard next to him, "Here, can I find a beautiful child?" I thought that all this was caused by those longing hormones.