[Titanic] How could the male lead be an angel

How could the hero be an angel 37

——>> "Fortunately, God still cared for her. Rebecca hit Karl like a shell."

Because it is electric fitness equipment, it does not need to be saddled to sit on like real cows and horses. The designer designed all the electric equipment in the gym with directly recessed seats for people to sit on.

Rebecca was carried by Carl and sat on the electric bull, and she tightened the rein in the bull's mouth.

"Honey, are you ready?"

"Ah."

As soon as the capitalist turned on the switch, the electric cow under Rebecca's buttocks started to move.He stood on the side of Rebecca sitting on the side, in case Rebecca fell he could catch her quickly.

Sitting sideways on the electric bull wearing a skirt and letting Rebek pull the rein is like not pulling the rein. She can't maintain her body balance at all. Not in the direction Carl was standing in.

The buttocks are not fixed, the legs are not sandwiched by the cow's belly, Rebecca slid back and forth on the large seat, although Carl asked Mr. McCauley to bring a lot of cushions to spread around, she would never hurt when she fell, But even so, Rebecca didn't want to fall, she wanted to sit on the cow with her legs apart, which was safer and more appropriate, and the chance of her falling could be reduced by two-thirds.

The capitalist sighed when he said this idea to Carl: "You should have prepared your riding clothes before boarding the boat."

Riding on an electric cow with legs straddled on both sides like a man, this action is too unsuitable for a lady, it is not elegant at all, especially the skirt that Becca is wearing now is not very loose.

"When the ship docks, I'll take you to buy it in New York," Carl carried Rebecca off the electric bull: "Okay, let's straddle."

He watched Beka dangling on the electric cow and his body was terrified. He was the only one here, and he was the only one who saw Beka's inelegance, so it didn't matter.She can only open her legs to him, a man.

Her legs were placed on both sides of the cow's belly, and her feet were on the cow's pedals. Rebecca felt that this was much better. She could maintain her body's balance and force evenly, and she didn't have to worry about whether she would fall off in the next second. go down.

The electric sports equipment in the gym can be adjusted to control the speed. The capitalist saw that Rebecca was riding steadily, and asked her if she wanted to speed up. It was much more convenient to control after straddling the electric bull, and the speed was slightly slower. , Rebecca agreed.

But just after Carl started to increase the speed of the electric cow, the cow under Rebecca's buttocks started to rotate 360 ​​degrees like crazy.

She couldn't stop even if she pulled the rein. The electric cow sitting under her buttocks was not a real cow. Carl didn't have time to go to it, and he didn't know which direction Becca would fly out, so he just opened his arms. Becca was thrown out by the mad cow.

Fortunately, God still favored her, and Rebecca hit Karl like a shell.

Inertia caused Rebecca to drive the capitalist back a long distance. There was no cushion on the place where he fell, and there was not enough cushion, so his back directly hit the cold marble tiles.

The chest is warm and soft, and the back is icy soft, this feeling is really wonderful.

Carl frowned and looked at Rebecca who fell on top of him, and asked her, "Are you all right?"

"No, nothing." Rebecca raised her head, a moment of confusion flashed in her eyes, before she could react: "What about you?"

He touched her head: "it's good that you're fine."

He is a big man with a strong body and a thick body, so it doesn't matter if he falls dozens of times. Becca is such a soft little one, and his whole body will be injured if he falls once. Besides, her feet are still medicated.

Rebecca tried to stand up with her hands on the capitalist's sides, but she fell back just as her palms touched the ground.

Hand hurts!

Her low moan, as light as a mosquito's fly, was heard by Karl, and the capitalist quickly turned over and sat up with Rebecca in his arms. He took her hand, and strips of red streaks were drawn out of her tender palm. mark.

Karl frowned. Becca must have pulled the rein very hard. He brought her here to play. Why was she so serious about it.Fortunately, it didn't break the skin, otherwise I would have to take the medicine box to apply medicine to Beka when I went back.

"Clumsy."

Carl held Rebecca's wrist and lowered his head to kiss the red scar on her palm, and the skin of her palm with his thin lips rubbed against it, making Rebecca feel itchy.

"You are my private property." Carl raised his brown eyebrows and glanced at Rebecca: "Don't let yourself get hurt easily in the future."

The capitalist's domineering and nasty words made Rebecca feel her face start to heat up again. She lowered her head to look at the marble, and after a while, she said 'hmm'.

"Very good," Carl said, and then took Rebecca to the electric horse: "Stop riding a cow, let's ride a horse instead."

The mad cow didn't know which part of the design was faulty. He only shifted one gear faster and then made a full rotation. This problem should be discussed with Mr. McCauley. This kind of sports facilities is too dangerous and needs to be repaired.

A tall horse with a heroic appearance, riding a horse looks much more handsome than riding a bull. Carl stepped on the horse's long legs and sat on the electric horse.

Rebecca seemed to have hallucinations in front of her eyes. What Karl was riding was not a wooden horse, but a white horse.

With a long sword in his hand and a cloak on his shoulders, he galloped towards her on horseback, rescued her from the dragon, and said to her, "Don't be afraid, princess, I've come to rescue you."

Every girl has a dream of a princess in her heart. In the dream, there will be a handsome prince riding a white horse and holding a sword in his hand to save her from fire and water. And she... Finally, on a certain day in a certain year, she waited for her own prince.

Karl held the rein with his left hand, and spread out the palm of his right hand towards Rebecca, with a clear and gentle smile on his face: "Your Highness, give me your hand."

Rebecca passed her hand without hesitation, and the capitalist grabbed her waist and lifted her up, and Rebecca's body fell firmly into his arms.

Rebecca sat sideways on the bosom of the capitalist, trying to get the rein, but Karl deliberately raised his hand a little higher to prevent Rebecca from grabbing it.

"Just hold me," he said.

Becca's hands are like that, and if she pulls the rein, it's no wonder her palms don't bleed, how could he be willing.Besides... She can sit on the electric horse safely just by holding him, without pulling the rope, he will pull the rope.

Carl's legs clasped her, and Rebecca could keep her balance by leaning on Carl without pulling the rope, but Rebecca always felt nervous when she wasn't holding onto anything.She raised her right hand, put her left hand around the waist of the capitalist, and buried her face in his chest.

"You can hold me tighter."

Rebecca heard the capitalist's mellow voice drifting down from above her head, and felt depressed. His body was not strong enough, and her muscles were so congested that she couldn't use the strength in her arms. How could she hold him tighter?Hard to panic.

Rebecca muttered to herself, and accidentally missed a sentence or two, which made Karl want to laugh, and it was his fault.

He lowered his eyes to look at her. The little woman in his arms lowered her eyebrows and looked down. Under the afternoon sunlight that shone through the frosted glass next to her, her delicate facial features became more and more picturesque. He suddenly wanted to kiss her, but The turbulent electric horse made him unable to accurately capture Becca's lips.

Rebecca smiled, and the capitalist could only kiss her nose tip and the corners of her lips. Seeing his dark brown eyes filled with hopeless annoyance, she deliberately twisted to make it more difficult for him to kiss her.

He saw a mischievous gleam in her amber eyes, and he simply freed a hand to clasp the back of Rebecca's head.

"Hide again," his scorching breath sprayed on Beka's face: "See where you hide."

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Carl and Rebecca spent the whole afternoon in the gym, riding bulls and horses and camels, playing with all the electric equipment in the gym.I have to say that the Titanic is really a very luxurious and dreamy ship. Except for some problems with the bull riding at first, the other electric equipment is perfect.

She was pressed on the hump of the camel by the capitalist and kissed. After getting off the camel, Rebecca felt that her body could hardly straighten up.

The capitalist put on his fur coat, straightened his crooked tie, and was about to take Rebecca back home. When he turned around, he saw Rebecca punching the sandbag.

There is a cylinder hanging upside down in the gym, filled with sand, for men to box. Rebecca just thought it was fun, so she went to fight it, but the capitalists thought she wanted to learn boxing.

Carl shook his head and said, "It's not good for a lady to learn this."

"I didn't want to learn..."

The capitalists only regarded Rebecca's words as a girl's shyness. After all, no lady would like a man's sport like boxing, but Rebecca's boxing and embroidered legs must be very pleasing to the eye, he felt so for no reason.

"Use the strength of your arms, clench your fists, and punch faster." Carl taught Rebecca how to punch quickly and accurately, so that the enemy can rush to the street in a short time: "Come on, Becca, try .”

Carl patted the sandbag and asked Rebecca to punch her. She didn't pretend to think that this kind of behavior was appropriate in front of men, so she just punched out, but it didn't hit the sandbag.

Her fist was held by Carl.

Rebecca looked at him puzzled, what are capitalists doing?

"Your hands are really weak." Carl squeezed Becca's small, catkin-like hand, pulled it to his lips and kissed the back of her hand: "A lady's hand is really not suitable for this."

Not to mention his little sheep.

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Carl sent Rebecca to the door and was about to go back. He said he would change clothes early and prepare for the dinner tonight, because there would be an extra person at the dinner tonight—the third-class cabin that saved his fiancée men.

That Mr. Dawson may not even know how to use a fork, and the kind of tattered clothes he wears will be blocked by the waiters from the banquet hall. It's funny to think about it.

"Becca

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