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

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When Carlotta returned to the garden, she found the phantom in a bush of roses, the weeping phantom.

He immediately noticed her coming, his body froze, and he turned to look at her.

"Eric, you are crying..." Carlota looked at him with pity, reached out to stroke his intact half of his face, and found the water mark.

His eyes were fixed on her without blinking, like a lamb kissed by the Holy Mother.

She couldn't help but tiptoed, kissed the docile black eyes full of longing, and smiled tenderly at him.

"Carlotta...my master..." He reached up and took her hand on his face, rubbing his cheek.

She was amused by his slightly childish movements, and took his hand to the desk.

There was one of those lifelike portraits of her, and she quipped: "I don't remember taking a picture like that?"

"Yes, Carlotta, one night, I suddenly wanted you to come here, so I drew this picture." He looked at her face again, as if he couldn't bear to look away, "Now, it doesn't need gone."

His black eyes seemed to be able to speak, Carlotta turned her head with a blushing face, staring at the piano unconsciously.

Phantom then looked at the piano, and pulled her to sit down on the stool.

He lifted the piano cover with his left hand, and played a prelude with one hand, without hearing anything unusual.If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, it would be hard for Carlotta to believe that it was ejected by a hand.

Seeing Lie Xinxi, she wanted to raise her hand and try to copy it again.In Quest World, she has never played a piece at her speed limit, and the Phantom's one-handed play is very interesting to her.

"No, Carlotta, don't let go of my hand..." Phantom stopped the movement of her left hand and held it firmly in her hand.

Only then did she realize that they were holding hands all the time, so this is why Phantom played with one hand?

Feeling a little teased.

Glancing at him with a smile, she raised her other hand and, relying on her good memory, repeated his playing.

When it was really finished, she glanced at him with some complacency, and got his warm gaze back.

The one-handed continuous playing soon sounded in the garden, and the fresh and melodious notes hovered in the air, carrying the faint fragrance of roses.

She has never felt the way she feels now, hearty and heartfelt, this kind of feeling can only be experienced when she is with Phantom.

Music is their most intimate bridge. At this moment, they seem to be alone.

When the last note fell in the air, she leaned into his arms and kissed him again.

Like the first time, she was interrupted by warm tears and let go of his lips.

"Eric, why are you crying?" she finally asked, wiping away his tears.

His voice was as clear as if washed by water: "Because of happiness, Carlotta, unbelievable happiness."

His eyes flicked across her face like hot spring water, and then lowered his eyes: "There is still fear, Carlotta."

"Fear?" Her voice was clear.

"When people are happy, they are always accompanied by fear, and that emotion like a shadow gradually covers me. I am a cursed person, Carlotta, and I do not deserve happiness."

He glanced at her again, and turned his head quickly as if he had been stabbed.

If she knew she was kissing a monster, she would hate him.What is more tragic than a lover hating himself?

Regardless of whether he is dead or alive, as long as he is by her side, she will eventually know.

Either today or tomorrow, she will know one day.

This unresolved fear gradually invaded him like a nightmare.

While he was intoxicated in this fantasy dream of love, he was also suffering from the entanglement of nightmares.

Carlotta didn't know what the phantom was thinking, she looked down, and saw that the hand holding her was a little white, trembling like a fallen leaf in the wind.

A tender kiss fell on it, and the trembling grew even stronger.

Carlotta raised her head and saw that he had already looked down at her, with tears in his eyes again.

She was a little helpless, Phantom's eyes turned into faucets at some point, and water was flowing from time to time.

I usually only heard that "women are made of water", but I didn't expect that the phantom is also made of water.

She could only kiss his eyes again, and then the tears stopped and stuck to her body firmly.

"Eric, God favors brave people. My Eric, a warrior, will be lucky." Her voice was as gentle as a kiss, flowing in his heart.

He never believed in God, she was his God.

"Really? God likes brave people?" He looked her in the eyes and confirmed.

Her answer was taken into his mouth by him, and a timid kiss enveloped her.

His kissing skills were very unfamiliar, at first he only dared to gently hold her lips, then imitated her movements, and sucked lightly.

She quickly responded to him, and the irresistible temptation prompted him to continue to explore and deepen until he was entangled with her tightly.

The spring rain moistens the dry earth, and sprouts grow on it, and the sprouts firmly hold the earth in the cold wind, sucking the juice that nourishes life.

In the haze, the familiar warm liquid dripped on her face, she opened her eyes, and saw familiar wet marks under Phantom's closed eyes.

As soon as she let go of him, she was hugged even tighter in his arms, like vines entangled with branches.

He let out a low, hoarse plea: "No, Carlotta, don't leave me."

The sound must not have come from his mouth, because he kissed her without pausing, so, this is ventriloquist?

This is really a magical skill. The Phantom also showed it in the original book, but it only increased the fear of others.

He immediately realized that he had just unconsciously used ventriloquism, his body froze, and he looked down at her.

"What is this?" Fortunately, she just found it novel, and there was no fear in her eyes.

"Ventitri, Carlotta, can make its own voice anywhere." He almost looked at her in admiration, for this soul that is never ignorant and afraid.

"Really?" She looked at him expectantly.

He smiled, and then a voice rang out from the garden: "Carlotta, my master."

She turned her head in an instant, and her eyes stayed on a rose, which was the source of the sound, which was shocking.

Then the phantom's voice came from the pillars in the garden, from the piano, and even from the boat, like a symphony.

Sound resonance seems to be everywhere, and a new way of playing music has emerged.Carlota tried to explore the mystery, but found that her voice frequency was not enough to resonate.

Is it really because of the sound?The phantom's voice has almost no range limit, so it can emit frequencies that resonate with objects.

"Carotta..." He looked at her a little helplessly, as if it was his fault that she couldn't succeed.

"Silly Eric, it's nothing. Everyone is unique, and there are always advantages and disadvantages. You can't force it." She looked at him helplessly.

"Carotta..." He didn't seem to know what else to say besides calling her.

He looked down at her, his eyes were unknowingly focused on those lips again, and he swallowed.

Under her surprised gaze, he raised her face, leaned over to suck the source of sweetness again, and sucked eagerly.

His kisses were as emotionally appealing as the music, and she sensed his longing and gratitude immediately.

Yes, he always seemed to be grateful to her, with a hint of religious devotion and humbleness.

This time, he didn't cry any more, and she was a little happy.Perhaps, he finally let go of his knots and began to enjoy this kind of happiness.

It's just that the side effects are also obvious, he seems to fall in love with this kind of activity, always sticking to her side all the time, always trying to kiss her.

She couldn't bear to refuse, and she didn't want to refuse.

Therefore, half of their time in the garden this afternoon was spent kissing, and the rest of the time they either played the piano and sang, or played some novel games with him.

He seemed to have an endless supply of new gadgets and ideas, and he never bored her.

The happy time always passed quickly, and as night fell, Carlotta returned to the dressing room to prepare for the night's performance.

When Carlotta came to the dressing room, it was quite lively.

The dressing room and costumers have been ready for a long time, but they can only wait outside the door.

"Miss Carlotta, the Duke is here." Mason was also one of the members outside the door. Seeing her, he immediately came to report.

Carlota looked at her hair and body shape, confirmed that she was his assistant Mason, then nodded with a smile and let them go in with her.

She opened the door and saw that familiar figure sitting there with a cup of coffee in his hand.

When he heard the movement, he immediately turned his head and smiled.

This was the first time Carlotta saw Rand's face clearly, and for a moment she forgot to breathe.

He seemed to be the incarnation of moonlight, with perfect facial features, cold and aloof, and noble temperament.

Everyone in the room could only stare blankly at him, including Carlota, who forgot to move.

Other people's behavior was normal, he immediately noticed Carlota's strangeness, chuckled: "Carlotta, what's wrong with you?"

Carlotta immediately came back to her senses, a little frightened, this is the limit of human appearance, almost monstrous, she used her mental power to control her emotions.

She sat down in front of the makeup mirror as usual, and motioned to the makeup artist to put on her makeup.

"You go out first, Miss Carlotta and I have something to talk about." Rand looked at Carlotta and gave orders casually.

The others looked around and immediately exited the door.

Carlotta frowned and looked at their backs, a little displeased.On the one hand is Rand, whose domineering disgusts her, and on the other hand is Mason, who is her own personal assistant, receiving her own salary, but listening to other people's orders.

Rand saw that she was absent-minded, his eyes darkened, and he stood up.

He came behind her, put his hands on the back of the chair, leaned over and asked in a low voice, "Where did you go last night?"

She moved her body forward, a little indifferently: "I think this is my business."

"You didn't come home, Carlotta." He straightened up with a sigh, and looked at her again. "You spent the night with the Phantom, didn't you?"

"Mr. Rand, does this have anything to do with you?" She didn't deny it.

Her attitude was very indifferent, which surprised Rand. He figured out:

"Carlotta, you seem to have undergone some kind of change, tell me, is it related to the Phantom?"

"Rand, I love him." Her voice was not loud, but it was very clear and deafening in the quiet room.

"What did you say?" Rand didn't seem to hear clearly, and his expression was blank for a moment.

Carlotta didn't look at him, but smiled at a hidden corner, she was sure that the Phantom was still there.

"I love him, Rand. In love, looks are not as important as you think." She said with a pun.

Why is Phantom always crying?

Now there is only one obstacle between them, that is the face of Phantom, because he is afraid that she will find out, so he is so afraid.

And what she has to do is to eliminate his fear and untie his knot.

After all, she made up her mind and was ready to face the face under the phantom mask.

"Do you love him? Do you love his ugly face hidden under the mask? Carlota, are you really sober?" Rand was a little flustered when he didn't expect Carlota's change.

His words sounded harsh, and Carlota was worried about hurting the Phantom.

She frowned, with rare anger: "Even if he is really ugly, it can't cover up his excellence. His incomparable talent is shining like gold."

The room was quiet for a while, and she seemed to hear the phantom whispering "Carota", but she soon became a little unsure if it was an auditory hallucination.

Because Rand chuckled, with sarcasm: "What about me? You want me to live alone, among those who covet my appearance?"

"There will be someone who loves you more than your looks, Rand, and she's waiting for you somewhere." Carlotta said almost pityingly.

"No, I don't believe it." Rand's face became as cold as marble, "Carlotta, if there is such a person, it should be you."

"But I said..."

She was interrupted by Rand, who knew he was going to say something about loving the Phantom, and it sounded so harsh that he didn't want to hear it anymore.

"Carlotta, you will regret it one day. Uncover his mask and tell me the answer." Rand finished speaking, glanced at her again, and left.

"I love you, Carlotta, my master and my heart."

The black figure squatted halfway in front of her knees, kissing her hands and knees, and tears wetted the hem of her skirt.

"Eric..." She tentatively reached for his white mask, but saw that his eyes were gradually filled with fear.

He stepped back suddenly, almost fell to the ground, and looked at her in horror: "No, Carlotta, you promised me."

"Eric, I don't care, I love you." She tried again, but stopped immediately.

Phantom almost collapsed, his face was bloodless, and he really looked like a ghost.He began to tremble all over, like a fallen leaf in the wind, about to face death.

"No, Carlotta, I'm going to die." The deep-seated fear was about to become a reality, and he made a painful and weak breath, and his voice lost its vitality.

As long as she opened the mask, she would no longer be able to think of his natural voice, her talent far beyond ordinary people, and she would no longer be proud of loving him.

She will definitely kill him with disgust and fear in her eyes. After his death, whenever she recalls him, she will feel extremely disgusted and hateful.

She will hate him, because of him, she once fell in love with an ugly monster, which will become her lifelong shame and nightmare.

At this moment, Phantom wished that she would have died long ago, this afternoon, so that the good time between them would stay forever.

There is no fear and no hatred.

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