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

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After Bo Sha left the guest room, she did not return to the ballroom.

Rochester's behavior annoyed her, but this annoyance was so insignificant under the profound thoughts.

The spring night wind poured in from the half-opened window, bringing boundless loneliness and sadness.

Next door to the ballroom is a luxurious wine room.

Usually Bertha seldom appears here, but today, she wants to get drunk.

The strong whiskey diffused in the room, and the fiery spicy flowed into her throat, gradually losing her reason.

Dimly, she saw a piece of black clothes, with a heartbreaking sense of familiarity.

Rochester found her in the corner of the wine room. At this time, her bright face was stained with a moving blush, her clever eyes were drunk and blurred, and she seemed a little confused about his arrival.

He stood there watching for a while, then finally bent down and picked her up.

Tonight's her was unexpectedly coincidental.When he picked her up, those plump arms hugged him naturally, with a kind of intoxicating attachment.

The time on the road was so short that he could hardly remember the hallway he passed, and how he climbed the stairs to her bedroom.

The lavender bed curtain hung leisurely at the corner of the bed, he bent down, and gently placed her in the soft quilt.

The fire in the fireplace was not big enough, he wanted to get up and add some firewood, but she held his hand.

Rochester froze for a moment, and looked down.

Bo Sha thinks this dream is very long and too beautiful.

In the dream, she saw Eric holding her, and they walked through a somewhat familiar house, and then came to the warm bed.

So, is it a spring dream?

The corners of her mouth were slightly raised, her drunken eyes were blurred, and she unconsciously held "Eric"'s leaving hand.

"Don't leave me." Her voice was so soft and sweet, as if it could turn people's hearts into sugar water.

"Eric" froze in place, looking at her with an extremely attractive expression.

He knew that she showed this side to him because of another person.

"Hold me, Eric." She already regarded him as her lover, and sent out an ambiguous invitation.

But tonight's "Eric" seemed reluctant.

Only after she pleaded repeatedly did he gently approach the bed and tentatively hug her.

Bo Sha lay in the familiar embrace, she was in a trance for a moment, she was more sure that this was a dream.

It was one of her countless dreams, nothing special.If anything, "Eric" is real.

She seemed to feel his rapid breathing, and like so many times before, he held her tightly, conveying a special longing.

She was a little surprised by "Eric" in the dream, he seemed too honest.It's already a dream, why should I restrain myself?

"Why don't you kiss me?" She rubbed against his hot neck, teasing him with a chuckle.

"Eric" stiffened even more, but his breath almost burned her face.

As if finding his reaction amusing, Bo Sha smiled and stood up to look at him.

The moment they looked at each other, he almost held his breath.But soon, he found that Bo Sha's eyes were out of focus and not awake.

He was about to breathe a sigh of relief, but in the next second, his eyes widened.

In this dream, Bo Sha had a long-lost impulse.Seeing "Eric" lying down so obediently, she wanted to tease him even more.

With her heart moving at will, she leaned down and kissed his hot lips.

If Beth is a poison coated with sugar, then Rochester is a very hungry traveler.He couldn't resist the sugar-coated temptation, and willingly swallowed the deadly poison.

This was the closest he was to her, her sweet breath, her misty fragrance, all within easy reach.

Even with all his strength, he couldn't lift her hand to push her away.

He couldn't resist this fatal temptation, so he could only let her take off all her clothes and throw them messily under the bed.

Her lips were so soft, giving him the sweetest oasis, and her movements were heartbreakingly skilled, giving him the most painful torment.

It turned out that she looked like this in front of another man.

He finally realized that Eric was more than just a lover to her, the closest thing they had ever done.

What's even more tragic is that he, Rochester, has become a thief and a double at this moment.

But obviously, he is her husband, and God gave him the right to possess her.

As happy as the body is, as painful is the heart.

It was the pain of being repeatedly cut by a rusty knife, and there was nowhere to hide, and it couldn't be reduced by a single bit.

This feeling was too uncomfortable, and he gradually felt angry, more and more angry.

His eyes became extremely dark, the flames of revenge filled them, and an extremely dangerous thought swept over him.

At this moment, he suddenly wanted to know Bosha's expression tomorrow. It must be very painful to betray his lover, right?

Does it hurt as much as it does right now?

Bo Sha had no idea what he was thinking, she was still seducing him: "Eric, love me, hug me."

"Bo Sha, I hate you." He growled ferociously, unable to bear it anymore, lowered her head, and swallowed her hateful words.

The flame of jealousy dominated him, and under Bosha's blurred vision, he suddenly turned over and pressed her under him, possessing her.

They fit so well.For a moment, a great happiness overwhelmed him, almost making him forget the purpose of revenge.

The strong fire of love burned his reason, and he tried his best to please her, so that she could return a more grueling answer.

"Bosha, my beloved Bosha." His voice was very hoarse, and he called her name enthusiastically.

The candlelight in the room is very dim, and in the elongated shadow of the lamp, the reflection of the curtain is like the shadow of a tree outside the window, swaying left and right under the breeze.

The wind gradually became stronger, and the shadow of the tree shook violently, with a lingering and intoxicating rhythm.

Reason is so far away from him, but happiness is so close to him.

But soon, he fell into the cold darkness again.

At the hottest moment in the air, when he dedicated his whole heart and soul to her, she suddenly called out the name of "Eric" with endless tenderness and satisfaction.

His blood froze immediately, and at that moment, he was almost dead.

Yes, he almost forgot this sad reality, as a woman's husband, but willingly used as a substitute.

He's so cheap, he should be ashamed of his contentment.

What would Besha think of him?

Is he taking revenge on Bo Sha, or himself?

The dance at Thornfield had long gone, and the cold wind of early spring was howling outside the window.

Maybe Bo Sha felt cold, so she burrowed into his arms and fell asleep tightly against him.

But he felt that he had been sentenced to death.

Maybe tomorrow, Bo Sha's reaction will turn him into a ghost.

Bo Sha didn't know the thoughts of the people around her at all, and she slept very soundly accompanied by sweet dreams.

When the warmth of the morning came to Thornfield, Bosha slowly opened her eyes.

A strange smell filled the room, and she frowned reflexively.Slowly, with a hangover sluggishness, she sat up, then woke up with a start.

She immediately turned her head to look to her side, Rochester was lying there quietly, the remaining touch on her skin reminded her that she was lying in his arms just now.

how so?Rochester, why in her bed?

She covered her forehead, which was sore after being drunk, but she couldn't remember what happened last night. She drank too much.

How does it feel to spend the night with a man who is a bit annoying?

Bo Sha turned over and got out of bed almost immediately, trying to calm down the nausea that unconsciously arose.

After leaving the warm bed, she immediately felt cold.

She looked around, there were piles of messy clothes at the foot of the bed, she dug out her own clothes and put them on.

Then, taking a shower was the only thought on her mind.

The moment she reached out to pull the bell, a hoarse voice suddenly came from behind: "Do you feel sick?"

Bo Sha turned her head quickly, and saw Rochester sitting on the bed, his pale face was hidden in the shadow of the bed, his eyes were staring straight at her, and there was a faint light in the middle of the eyes.

He looks like a ghost.

Bo Sha frowned and glanced at him, then looked away. Although it was only a few seconds, she had already seen the marks on his body clearly.

It was a bright red hickey, it should be from being kissed last night.

So, last night she was willing?

Bo Sha thought of this, and looked at Rochester again: "What happened last night?"

Rochester's eyebrows moved, and he didn't speak for a while. After looking at her for a while, he asked with some self-mockery: "Bosha, do you think I will force you?"

He looked like this, of course he didn't force her.

But she was drunk last night, Rochester was not drunk, and he is a man, so he can push her away to avoid this situation from happening.

Bo Sha thought so, but she couldn't question Rochester, after all, she was not innocent.

Thinking of this, she wished she could kill herself last night.

Seeing Bosha's reaction like this, Rochester's eyes flickered, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

After she rang the bell, he lifted the covers and got out of bed, picked up the cloak that was lying on the ground, and was about to put it on her.

Bo Sha felt that he seemed to have misunderstood something, and immediately took a step back. When her eyes touched his empty chest, she quickly avoided it and looked towards the void beside her.

"Rochester, what are you doing?" she asked with a frown.

Her reaction was very interesting, the corners of Rochester's mouth raised, and he couldn't help but go a step further, hugging her from the side with every inch.

She started to struggle immediately, but was hugged even tighter by him.

He looked down at her and said with a smile: "Bo Sha, you are my wife, we were already the closest people last night, don't reject me again."

Bo Sha was frightened by the way he was talking to himself, she immediately frowned and retorted: "What are you talking about? It was an accident last night, we can't be husband and wife."

The smile on the corner of Rochester's mouth froze for a moment, then he looked at her and asked, "Why? Because... Eric?"

When he said that name, his voice was a little stiff.

When Bo Sha heard this name, she remembered his deception last night and became even more angry.

She began to struggle violently, and said angrily: "It's good that you know, let me go."

Rochester still hugged her tightly, her struggle was very weak to him.

He looked down at her for a moment, and said softly: "But he is dead, Bosha, I am still alive, and I will make you the happiest woman in the world."

Then he raised her face, and his voice became a little hoarse: "As long as you are willing to look at me, look at my heart."

His tone was extremely sincere, his black eyes were as gentle as water, and he completely spread out a hot heart, begging her to take a look.

It's a pity that for Bo Sha, he has never been in line with her aesthetics. His appearance, character and talent are all unattractive to her.

Not to love is not to love.

She looked at his persistent look, smiled softly, and said softly: "Although he is dead, he will always live in my heart."

These are really the most touching love words in the world, but to Rochester, they are like cruel ice skates, piercing his heart inch by inch.

His face was as white as snow, and his eyes became dark and dark again.

Bo Sha glanced at his pitiful appearance, then quickly looked away.

Every time he showed a pitiful look, "Bosha" would appear.In order to avoid losing control of her emotions, she quickly pushed him away and walked out of the bedroom.

This time, Rochester didn't stop her, he watched her leave impatiently, leaving him with a cold back.

It turned out that no matter what, he couldn't move her heart.

From that day on, Rochester became even weirder.Many times, he suddenly appeared near Bo Sha, looking at her with those dark eyes, and frightened her.

Bo Sha was so annoyed that she hid in the studio again.

But after the Thornfield ball, spring came, and the balls in the town almost never stopped, and Bosha still went out to socialize with him from time to time.

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