Be the C heroine in a famous book [Quick Transmigration]

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So Rochester asked: "Bosha, are you okay?"

Bo Sha noticed that he seemed to be coming to help her, and immediately stopped him: "Don't come, Edward, I can still do it now, but I should go back."

Rochester sized her up and found nothing obvious, so he walked back with her.

When they reached the door, they heard the sound of a carriage, and turned around to look.

"Mr. Rochester, Mrs. Rochester, please excuse me." The face of art agent Davis appeared in sight.

"Mr. Davis, I received your letter the day before yesterday. I guess you are coming today. Please come in." Bosha smiled and led the way for the guests.

Davis came this time and finally saw her other paintings.When visiting the studio, he nodded repeatedly, and when he saw the portrait of the phantom, he was even more excited.

"Mrs. Rochester, this painting..." Before he could speak, Bosha interrupted him.

"I'm sorry, this painting is in my collection and is not for sale." Her tone was flat but firm, and Davis gave up regretfully.

The conversation in the studio was still going on, Rochester looked back at the portrait again, his eyes were a little dim.

At that moment, he actually wished that he was that man.Even if he died, he would be very happy to be loved deeply by Bosha.

After seeing the painting, Davis was very satisfied, and agreed with Bosha to hold an art exhibition in London next month to make himself famous.

Before leaving, he accidentally mentioned William Dent, saying that he was very distressed by a young lady recently.But for some reason, he can't get rid of it for the time being, and I'm afraid he's going to get engaged.

Bosha immediately thought of Miss Campbell, hesitated for a while, and decided to write him a letter.Believe it or not, it is William's own business.

After Davis left, Bosha visited Lawrence under the "supervision" of Rochester.

At this time, the child has grown up, his face and nose are inherited from his mother, and his eyes are inherited from his father.He combines the best of both parents perfectly and predictably grows up to be a handsome lad.

He has started to recognize people now, and he obviously prefers Rochester to Bosha.Children are always realistic, and he likes whoever spends more time with him.

Bo Sha hugged him for a while, and he kept looking at her with those dark eyes until he fell asleep again.

When Bo Sha left the nursery, she took a long breath to calm down her restless emotions.

Every contact with Lawrence always caused her strong mood swings, which was not good for her condition.

Seeing this, Rochester was a little worried: "Bosha, how are you?"

Bo Sha turned to look at him and forced a smile: "To be honest, it's not very good. Edward, will you help me?"

Rochester stared at her, as if he didn't realize the ambiguity of this sentence, nodded slightly: "I will."

Under his serious expression, Bo Sha felt a little uncomfortable. She looked away, unconsciously looked at the wallflower on the wall, and whispered, "Maybe tonight..."

She didn't go on talking. After feeling the hot temperature on her face, she quickly glanced at him, and left in embarrassment under his deep gaze.

When Bo Sha's back was closed by the door, Rochester's eyes changed.He didn't know what he thought of, his ears turned red suddenly, and he breathed a few beats faster.

It's really like a date, isn't it?

When night fell, the copper lamps in the hall were lit one after another, illuminating the oak staircase.The purple curtain fluttered gently in the breeze, with a gentle rhythm.

Bo Sha was still the same as usual, and did not go downstairs to eat.

When Falks brought down the dinner plate, Rochester was sitting not far from the corridor.He looked at the light coming from the second floor and listened carefully for the sound, but found nothing.

I don't know how long I sat there, but I still didn't hear the sound, and I couldn't help frowning slightly, feeling a little worried.

After hesitating for a while, he got up and went upstairs, called Bosha outside her door, and he was relieved when he got a response.

Bosha obviously felt restless tonight. The book in her hand hadn't been turned for a long time, and her restlessness always interfered with her concentration.

She had just put down the book when she heard Rochester calling her outside.

With a heartbeat, she agreed.It was quiet again outside, and after an unknown amount of time, I heard his footsteps going to the next bedroom.

Bo Sha stood for a while before she came back to her senses, walking around the bedroom unconsciously.

From this moment on, the surrounding sounds became very noisy.

The breeze blowing outside the window, the sound of the servants packing the tableware downstairs, and the crying sound of Lawrence next door, suddenly approaching her almost gave her a splitting headache.

She leaned on the bed to calm down for a while, but instead of reducing her irritability, it became more and more intense. She knew that she would not be able to survive today.

The surrounding light seemed extremely blurred, she stumbled off the bed, and pushed a vase not far away to the ground, making a crisp shattering sound.

She intended to call Rochester over through her voice, but at this moment she was attracted by the fragments on the ground, as if she had reached out and picked up a piece in a haze, and it seemed to be a hallucination.

But when she regained her sight, she saw Rochester's anxious face and heard him calling her name repeatedly.

"Bosha, Bosha, wake up." Rochester hugged her tightly, calling in her ear.

He felt that Bo Sha stopped struggling, and immediately lowered his head, and when he met her sober eyes, he immediately smiled: "Bo Sha, you're awake."

Bo Sha woke up, but only briefly.She clearly felt a force in her body that wanted to tear her apart, constantly impacting her self-control.

She took a deep breath, tightly grasped Rochester's arm, and hurriedly said, "Put me on the bed, quick."

Rochester was taken aback for a moment, then immediately got up from the ground, and carried her to the bed.

Almost at the same time, he heard Bosha ordering next to his ear: "Quick, kiss me."

His heart skipped a beat, and when he lowered his head, he found Bo Sha's face was blushing strangely.Her breath was very hot, leaving strings of electric current on his neck.

When Bo Sha leaned against him, her irritability changed subtly.The mellow woody aftertaste of his body invaded every pore of her body, calming her restlessness and stirring up more at the same time.

She was a little weak because of suppressing her emotions, and rubbed his neck impatiently, feeling that his body temperature had changed.

Then her order was carried out.

When Bo Sha was kissed by him, she shed a tear.These are tears of deliverance, but also tears of dissatisfaction.

Just like the dry land, a small amount of rain can't moisten it at all, but it is more eager for a heavy rain.

"Please, give it to me quickly." Bo Sha was driven crazy by his gentle kiss when he unbuttoned her dress.

This is not enough, she wants more, more violent.

Not knowing where the strength came from, she turned over and pressed on him in an instant, pulling the progress straight to the most excruciating part.

The temperature in spring is still a bit chilly, and it is starting to rain lightly outside.Indoors, however, the spring is bright and beautiful, and it is hard to leave.

After an unknown amount of time, Bo Sha leaned weakly on his shoulder, pleading in his ear for more help and relief.

Rochester held her waist tightly, feeling that the slender waist seemed to be cut off, and unconsciously became cautious.

But her seduction in the ear was the complete opposite, bold and wild, and almost drove him crazy.

When Bo Sha calmed down completely, the spring rain had stopped, and the robins outside also sang songs.

Under this pleasant voice, Bosha and Rochester hugged each other and fell asleep.

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The author has something to say:

感谢在2020-10-0823:30:14~2020-10-0912:55:12期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 1 forest on both sides of the first world;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!