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

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"Bosha..." Rochester was a little dazed by her enthusiasm, unable to think calmly at all.

Bo Sha didn't seem to need his calmness either, she turned over and pressed on him, and had already started to undress him.

"I don't understand, Bosha." Rochester finally took the opportunity to ask when she was undressing.

Although she said that she likes him just now, he just thought she had a good impression of him. Now she is suddenly so enthusiastic about him, which seems a little strange.

When he was thinking this way, Bosha seemed to finally be unable to bear it, and bit his neck hard.

Rochester was unprepared, almost screamed, and instinctively pushed her away.

Only then did he realize that Bo Sha's eyes were very strange, not as agile as usual, as if being dominated by something.

Because of his refusal, she seemed to be irritated, became very strong, and bit him on the shoulder again.

Rochester didn't want to call the servant, barely held back the screams, pushed her away forcefully, turned over and pressed her down.

He looked down and saw that "Bo Sha" had completely lost his mind at this time, attacking like a beast.

Fear was his only remaining thought.

Not afraid of this crazy woman, but Bosha, she is gone.

"Bosha, wake up, please." He hugged her tightly, begging in her ear, his eyes were a little red.

It's a pity that Bosha didn't respond to his pleading at all, and kept struggling until she was so tired that she fell asleep.

Thornfield fell into darkness, and the time became extraordinarily long and tormented.

Rochester hugged the unconscious Bosha, and after an unknown amount of time, he ushered in the dawn in a daze.

At the moment when the morning light was twilight, there was a slight movement in his arms, and Rochester instantly woke up and looked down.

When Bosha opened her eyes, she was a little confused.Her memory was still on last night, but when she opened her eyes, it was already dawn.

She soon found herself held in Rochester's arms, a look of surprise flashed in her eyes, and then she met a pair of red eyes.

Rochester looked haggard, his eyes were black and blue, and those eyes were fixed on her tightly, with a hint of hope and timidity.

"What's wrong with you?" She paused when she pushed him away, her eyes froze slightly when she saw his neck.

A trace of hesitation flashed in her eyes, and an association appeared in an instant.

"I bit it?" She stared up into his face, hoping he'd deny the dire speculation.

Rochester had already confirmed that she had regained consciousness and felt satisfied. At this moment, he gently touched her face and comforted her in a low voice: "Don't be afraid, Bosha, as long as you come back."

Bo Sha's heart sank to the bottom, and things got worse.She was completely unconscious last night and had attacked Rochester.

Why is this happening?

Rochester saw Bosha pondering for a while, then raised his eyes to look at him, that kind of eyes made his heart shiver.

When Bo Sha saw his deep eyes, she dodged for a moment, but soon, she convinced herself.

Perhaps, she was going in the wrong direction entirely.

Bo Sha pursued the extreme of feeling, and she chose to let it go, which made her condition worse.The correct method, perhaps, is restraint, to prevent the body from overreacting to the outside world.

She should avoid things that make "Boss" overreact, loud environments, extreme weather, and most of all, avoid Rochester.

"Bosha?" Rochester saw her get out of bed, saw her sitting in front of the dresser combing her hair, everything was so normal, but he knew that everything was different.

Bo Sha's movements and posture were so alienated, and her eyes were so cold, which was in great contrast to the previous days.

He was a little at a loss, and stood behind her tentatively, but he didn't get a look from her, and his heart sank even further.

"Let go." Bo Sha frowned slightly when she saw him coming to get her comb.

Rochester forced a smile and said, "Bo Sha, let me comb your hair like it was yesterday, okay?"

Bo Sha's eyes froze, but quickly recovered.At this moment, her spiritual power finally showed what it should have, restraining her desire to get close to him.

She lowered her eyes and pondered for a moment, finally decided to speak clearly, and raised her head and said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Rochester, I don't like you, I just used you in the past."

Rochester's face was stiff, his lips were pale, and his voice was hoarse: "But you said you liked me, just last night."

Bo Sha was a little helpless, and smiled and said, "You know I fell ill last night, so you can't take what you say seriously."

Following her words, he felt nothing but darkness and despair.

use?He doesn't care.But he didn't get a trace of pity from her, not even a trace.

With a dull sound of closing the door, the sound of Rochester's footsteps gradually faded away, and the room returned to silence.

The hustle and bustle of the past few days is still vivid, making the silence at this moment seem too deserted.

But Bo Sha had no choice, she didn't want to die, so she could only abandon Rochester.Fortunately, she just had a crush on him just now, so it's not hard to let go.

The sky in Thornfield was covered with dark clouds, and the cold winter rain continued day and night, which made the atmosphere in the manor extremely gloomy.

The relationship between Rochester and Bosha has dropped to a freezing point. According to Falks' observation, the sweet smile of the hostess a few days ago has completely disappeared.

She became extremely cold, not just to the male master, she seemed to have lost interest in the world.Except for the studio, everyone can only see her in the restaurant.

For the servants, the change of mistress was good or bad, and life went on as usual.But besides being the housekeeper, Falks is also a distant relative of Rochester, so he can't help but care about Rochester.

She noticed that Rochester had returned to his previous cloudy and uncertain appearance.

Not only that, his appetite dropped significantly, and his robust figure suddenly became thinner in just one month.

When Falks passed by the corridor, he happened to meet the hostess, and immediately stopped to say hello.

Rochester stood there not knowing what he was thinking, and when the housekeeper was about to leave, he stopped her.

"What are your orders, sir?" the butler asked respectfully.

Rochester's thin face was sharp and angular, showing a sense of indifference and oppression.His voice was not loud, but it sounded very powerful at this moment.

"Ma'am, she hasn't come out for a few days?" Rochester frowned habitually, and his tone couldn't tell if it was plain or something.

It was difficult for Falks to hear his attitude from his tone, so he could only tell the truth: "Two days, sir."

The air was quiet for a moment, Falks did not wait for further instructions, and raised his head somewhat uneasily.

She noticed that the male master seemed to be a little absent-minded. His face was looking out of the window, as if he was listening rather than looking.

It turned out that a strong wind suddenly blew outside the window, maybe the upstairs window was blown open, making a huge crashing sound.

Rochester's face suddenly changed drastically, and under the surprised gaze of the housekeeper, he suddenly turned around and ran wildly, disappearing into the room at once.

"Sir, it's raining outside!" Seeing that he was about to go out in the rain, Falks hurried to the door, but was almost blinded by the heavy rain.

During this pause, the gentleman had already run out the door, and Falks was guessing his intentions when he heard his call from the garden.

"Bosha..." Rochester's voice came through the rainstorm, and the butler immediately ran to the window next to him to look out.

At this moment, it was raining heavily outside the house, and the dense rain curtain blocked her sight.She vaguely saw the man holding on to a bush at the moment, looking for something on the ground.