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

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Bo Sha didn't know how to describe this matter, so she could only sigh: "Poor Mary."

When I first met Mr. Dent and Mrs. Dent, they looked like a loving newlywed couple. Who would have thought that Mr. Dent was such a person?

However, Rochester's view is also quite normal. In the upper class, similar affairs are not uncommon.What surprised Bosha was the special relationship between Colonel Dent and Campbell.

If it is not surprising that Mr. Dent and Campbell have an affair, I just don't know what to think about Campbell's plot.It would be shameless if he knew it but didn't stop it.

Be it Rochester or Bosha, they were bystanders after all, and this matter did not stay in their lives for long.

She only saw William one more time before leaving London.He looked haggard now, but the hidden melancholy was gone.

"Bosha, the engagement is cancelled. I will probably be away from England for a while, as a friend, will you miss me?" William said with a smile while saying goodbye.

The sun was just right at that time, and his blue eyes sparkled in the sun, like the vast sky.It reminded Bosha of the time when she first met him, and it was the same.

"I will, my friend." Bosha's hand was kissed by him, and in his smile, he felt a restrained emotion and smiled knowingly.

William is a true artist, his life is artistic, and he is destined not to be knocked down by other things.

"Bo Sha, it's windy, let's go back." Rochester's voice sounded at the right time, diverting her sight.

Bo Sha flicked the ribbon that was blown by the wind, and agreed with a smile, looking at him with restrained indifference.

Two days later, the art exhibition achieved good results, Bosha's reputation in the industry was further enhanced, and the trip to London was successfully concluded.

On the fifth day back to Yorkshire, Thornfield welcomed visitors.When Rochester went to receive the guests, he gave her a very meaningful look for the last time, which made Bosha a little concerned.

She basked in the sun on the lawn for a while, feeling drowsy, when she heard the visitor leave quickly, and a familiar sound of footsteps getting closer.

She opened her eyes and looked to the side, and it really was Rochester standing two steps away from her, staring at her silently, with a familiar heat in the corner of her eyes.

I don't know when he got used to looking at her with this look, but Bo Sha felt that it was becoming more and more difficult for him to resist.

Bo Sha's heart skipped a beat, she looked away,

"Where is the guest from?" She lowered her eyes to hide the fluctuation in her heart.

Rochester replied in a low voice: "The agent of the trading company, he brought the spices we want."

His words are quite normal, because Rochester has always restrained his words and deeds because he knew Bo Sha could not stand the stimulation.

But as soon as the words fell, they immediately felt a kind of ambiguity, and they looked at each other unconsciously.

They want musk for contraception.

Without closeness, where does contraception come from?

As long as you think of this, the word seems to have its own heat, making the air very hot.

What's more coincidental is that today is the same bed day once a week.

Perhaps because of the illness, Bosha only felt her heart beating like a drum.Every time his eyes glanced over, it caused a shudder on the skin.

In the end, she really couldn't bear this kind of torture, and escaped from Rochester's sight, which can be called fleeing.

Rochester was surprised by this, because Bosha's behavior seemed to be different from before, she seemed shy.

He unconsciously followed into the gate, but only saw her back hurriedly going upstairs.He could only stop, ponder this change in his heart, and suppress the whimsical fluctuations in his heart.

No matter what they thought, night came on time.

Bosha went downstairs for dinner today, at this time her mood calmed down a lot, and she occasionally looked at Rochester, but there was a trace of strangeness.

As if bewitched, Rochester ate his dinner without appetite, but kept looking at the figure opposite him.

The two people at the table hadn't figured out what tonight's dinner was, and it was the end of the day.

Bo Sha got up and left the restaurant. When she walked to the door, she paused, glanced at him, and then told the maid: "Go and bake the spices."

Bo Sha left quickly, but her eyes could not be taken away.Rochester watched her back leave, and his soul seemed to follow her upstairs.

After an unknown amount of time, he stood up and ordered the servants to prepare hot water for him to take a bath.

Falks felt a little strange when he got the master's order, and asked, "Sir, it's still cold, are you sure you want to take a shower now?"

Rochester took a moment to glance at her, and denied, "Is it cold? I don't think so. The weather is very warm."

The housekeeper felt even more strange, but the master didn't change his mind, she could only carry it out.

The smell of musk is very strong, and it didn't take long to infect the air in the bedroom.

Sitting in front of the dressing table, Bo Sha carefully discriminated, but couldn't tell what kind of smell it had.

It seems to be sweet, with a hint of pungent, like flowers, and like the aroma of grass, very special.

She smelled the fragrance and felt refreshed, and she didn't want to sleep at all.

But she was destined not to fall asleep early today, the door of the bedroom was gently closed, and the sound of small footsteps came behind her.

She raised her face and looked in the mirror, Rochester was wearing a white pajamas, looking down at her.

Catching his gaze, Bo Sha was inexplicably flustered, and lowered her head to comb her hair again.

Her hair is flaxen in color, close to black, and under the dim light at this time, it exudes a fine luster.

Rochester bent down, sniffed lightly in her ear, and praised in a low voice, "It smells so good."

As he spoke, he embraced her from behind, held her hand holding the comb, and placed the comb on the dressing table, making a slight crisp sound.

This crisp sound was like a horn of attack, and like a drop of oil falling into a hot pan, it instantly changed the situation drastically.

When Bo Sha came back to her senses, he had already hugged her by the waist, and fell down in the soft quilt in the hazy light and shadow.

Someone's breath came from the air, it was rapid and powerful, accompanied by the ambiguous sound of water, and eager tumbling could be faintly seen under the curtain.

It is said that musk can improve bed life, and Bosha seems to have a personal experience.

This time, she didn't completely lose consciousness, just holding his sweaty shoulders tightly in a half-dream and half-awake state, feeling the itching heat and frequency.

Her heart was beating fast, and when she was finally exhausted, she felt safe in his arms.In this world, this feeling seems to be the first time.

The situation on this day was not special. Bo Sha maintained her old habits and hadn't had an attack for a long time.She was finally able to confirm that her condition had improved.

This point, Rochester must also be able to understand.But they tacitly did not talk about it, and neither of them mentioned the withdrawal of the once-a-week intimacy.

Maybe revocation was good, maybe it was bad, who knows?

three years later

The summer in Thornfield was a bit hot. Bosha got up from her lunch break, and when she entered the studio, her footsteps stopped.

The painting painted yesterday seemed to have been moved, but in this manor, who would move her work without authorization?

Bo Sha looked around suspiciously, and slowly approached the giant landscape painting that was staggering to and fro. She didn't know what she saw, and opened her eyes slightly.

The afternoon sun was still hot, and the heat leaking from the curtains was transmitted to the floor.In the mottled halo of light lay a small white and fat body.

This is a very small boy, wearing cute pajamas, his flaxen hair is slightly raised, and a strand of it hangs gently on his forehead, rising and falling with his breath.

The deep sleep brought a blush to his fair cheeks, and he looked eager to take a bite.

This is Thornfield's little master, Lawrence Rochester.

Bo Sha stood there watching him for a while, as if realizing something, thoughtful.

She walked out of the studio lightly, just in time to see Lawrence's nanny walking out of the nursery anxiously. When she saw Bosha, she flashed a trace of anxiety and guilt.

"Kitty, what's the matter?" She needed to confirm her guess and could only get the answer from the nanny.

The nanny is a very honest person who does her best. Since taking care of Lawrence, the child seldom gets sick. Bertha is very satisfied with her.

Kitty Bin didn't hide the truth, and said with a flushed face, "Madam, the young master is gone. I just fell asleep for some reason, I'm sorry."

Bo Sha asked, "Did you not rest?"

The nanny denied this and explained: "No, ma'am, the young master has been sleeping all night, and I slept with him. But today I fell asleep suddenly, and I don't know why."

Seeing her anxious, Bo Sha softened her heart, and said with a smile, "Lawrence has gone to the studio to sleep, so please take it easy."

The nurse immediately breathed a sigh of relief, but it was a big mistake to lose the young master.She was very afraid that she would lose this lucrative job, and at this moment, fine sweat dripped from her forehead.

Bo Sha comforted: "Don't worry, first figure out why you fell asleep suddenly, what were you doing before you fell asleep?"

Seeing the hostess' gentle attitude, Kitty calmed down a little, rubbed the apron, and recalled: "I was singing a lullaby to lull the young master to sleep."

"What are you doing, young master?" Bosha asked in a low voice.

"Master?" Kitty recalled for a while before remembering, "Master followed me, and he seems to have learned the song."

"Then you fell asleep?" Bo Sha confirmed.

Kitty nodded in shame, looking at her imploringly.

Bosha was quite sure of her guess, and she really couldn't blame the nanny for this matter, so she told her a few more words, and let her go back to sleep with Lawrence in her arms.

The nanny carried Lawrence back to the children's room lightly, as if she had been pardoned. She didn't see the mistress's frown and the worry hidden in her eyes.

Bosha finally realized that Lawrence's education problem was imminent.

He can hypnotize the nanny by singing a lullaby, and his spiritual power is really high.

People with high spiritual power have advantages in many fields, but their shortcomings are also obvious.

If people with high spiritual power go astray, it will be more difficult for them to change their minds than ordinary people.Because their wills are as firm as they are in sinning.

Originally, Bosha was the most suitable person to educate him. Whether it is knowledge or the use of spiritual power, she is top-notch in this era.

But Bosha is a patient after all. Although he has improved a little, he still has a certain distance from normal people and cannot have long-term contact with him.

As for Rochester, he had to take care of her on the one hand, and also manage the business and territory, so he was already at his wits end.

Therefore, it is necessary to hire a tutor for Lawrence.