Bad woman, am I pretending to be bad?

There's a lot I want to say about my thoughts, but some things are hard to put into words.

This book does have many undeniable flaws, such as its slow pacing and dragging pace. When I was writing it, I was very patient because I had an outline and could foresee the subsequent story. However, most readers are engrossed in reading continuously, so the slow pace of the plot can indeed be perceived as tedious.

But the first chapter after it's released should be about drinking the potion and becoming an extraordinary being. The pace will also speed up a bit as needed. I hope you can keep reading.

Writing about oranges has been a long-held wish of mine. I feel that female protagonists are always more fun than male protagonists, and they can also do things in a legitimate way.

My writing style has been like this for a long time; it's already formed. It will take time to gradually change, so I need everyone to come and support me (┭┮﹏┭┮).

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There are currently about 11 chapters owed for the bounty offer, but I've been making up for it over the past few days. I'll temporarily close the bounty offer except for the treasure chests, because I write very slowly, often only managing 6,000 to 8,000 words a day, and I'm afraid I won't be able to keep up with the bounty and would feel bad for everyone, so I'm leaving it at that.

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Chapter Fifty-Eight: Kiss and the Loyal Puppy

In the early morning, the comfort and softness of the bed are something to cherish.

It was the beginning of the day, and the thin mist outside the window had not yet dissipated. Evergreen plants swayed their leaves in this winter, bringing a touch of freshness.

A gentle breeze stirred, and I moved slightly as well.

Charlotte woke up as her slender fingers parted the blankets and her dull eyes shimmered.

To be precise, it means getting a full night's sleep and waking up slowly.

She flicked her fingers through the light golden strands of hair beside her ear, and the slight itch made her feel very curious. She couldn't help but wrap the strands of hair around her finger and smooth them out.

In a daze, she suddenly found it somewhat ridiculous.

Taking the daily morning paper through the gap in the iron fence and flipping through the pages she was interested in, Miss O'Shaw did not find yesterday's masterpiece as she had hoped.

Was Vaughn's death intentionally concealed by the authorities because it involved extraordinary beings and the Church?

Although it was somewhat disappointing—after all, seeing one's name in the newspaper always brings a sense of accomplishment—the benefits had already been obtained, and the collusion between the India Party and Count Bathory was crystal clear.

From then on, she no longer needed to be hesitant and timid due to a lack of understanding of the enemy's strength.

I hope that Ms. Silva won't hold me responsible for stealing her credit—or rather, she might even thank me for ridding the people of a scourge and reducing casualties!

Of course, don't think that the kind-hearted Miss Watson's short life ended just like that. In fact, Charlotte could still clearly feel the feedback from the other end, such as the little peacock's self-reproachful tears and sorrowful pleas.

The girl was so moved by the deep sadness that she felt a little embarrassed to continue pretending, though only a tiny bit.

You were so fierce to me back then, urging me to act rashly and end up bruised and battered. Now I'm going to make you regret it deeply.

The pain was real, the exhaustion was real, but the fainting and weakness were feigned, and not at all genuine.

After all, women are creatures who hold grudges; they'll try to make up for what they lost by looking for it elsewhere.

Besides, feeling embarrassed and admitting your mistakes doesn't mean you'll change. Cry even harder, hug me even tighter, be even more heartbroken that the world has no meaning except for me!

I love watching this, it's so beautiful. I love seeing others shed tears for me, to be moved by me. If there were more, my gift wouldn't be so easily repaid, little bird.

With one hand gathering her skirt and supporting her ample buttocks, Charlotte leaned slightly against the chair back, her soft flesh pressing against the seat, creating a shapely and alluring curve.

With her legs crossed and her pretty face tilted to the side, she remained silent, supporting her chin with one hand and letting the stray hairs on her forehead fall freely, highlighting her fair complexion.

Even though she was imprisoned, looking around, she seemed more like the true owner of this place than anyone else.

"To be honest, after experiencing Miss Watson's lively and cunning demeanor for so long, I'm a little dazed. If it goes on for too long, I might really lose myself in this alternation between reality and acting..."

"But so what?"

Miss O'Shaw gave a mocking smile, recklessly displaying her smugness.

As long as vile desires continue to drive my soul, I will never change, no matter what body I am in.

Then, the emerald eyes closed tightly, and the silver-gray pupils slowly opened, completing the switch between host and guest.

"Josephine, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry..."

Warm tears streamed down the girl's face, bringing a sense of dampness and sorrow.

It's very salty.

It's tears.

Feeling her right hand being lifted and held tightly by the little peacock and placed beside her face, the girl named Watson slowly raised her eyes and saw the red-clad girl sitting or lying beside her, crying with tears streaming down her face.

Looking around, she saw that the ceiling above her was filthy and covered with spider webs, just like it used to be. Clearly, this was Sufby's own room.

Then she looked at the shelf on one side, where the dark felt hat and the prepared clothes were now placed. Charlotte was only wearing a layer of underwear and a thin quilt.

The cut on the forehead, the penetrating wound on the arm, and the multiple internal bleeding points were all carefully bandaged and wrapped, with little bleeding. The dust and mud stains were also gently wiped away, thanks to the little sparrow's repeated hard work throughout the night.

Will you be touched?

Of course not, that's only natural. After all, I risked my life for you.

Ignoring whether her body was exposed, she raised her lips into a forced smile and reached out her fingertips to lightly touch Sofby's cheek.

"Disturbing someone's sleep can be quite annoying, you know~"

It was a smiling reminder.

Josephine?

She suddenly looked up, letting out a murmur of disbelief mixed with immense joy.

"Why, you don't welcome me?"

Charlotte glanced at him with a half-smile, as if to pull her finger away, but the little peacock held it as if it were fragile glass, unwilling to let it go.

"no, do not want!"

A moment of silence is a desperate attempt to hold on, as if afraid of losing the hand that is being held.

"It's my fault, it's all my fault. I shouldn't have said those things, and I shouldn't have blamed you. It's all my fault..."

Unable to utter a coherent sentence, tears streamed down her face. Sophie looked at the girl, her heart filled with guilt.

However, a slender hand cupped her cheek, and a delicate finger gently wiped away the tears from her eyes.

He is Watson, and he will only ever be Watson.

"Don't be timid or inferior. I've said it from the beginning: I don't like it, and I'll hate it."

These words alone made the little peacock cover its mouth, looking pitifully at Charlotte, as if it were pleading—

Don't hate me.

“I have fulfilled my promise, Sophie. What do you think you should say to me now?”

Straightening her back, even though she was still in some pain, Charlotte leaned forward and buried her face in the red-haired girl's shoulder, breathing softly into her ear.

Thin lips brushed against the earlobe, leaving a trace of moisture—a suggestive interrogation.

"...Thank you, Josephine, thank you. I will repay you, I definitely will, and Samuel as well."

Hair upon hair, the translucent silver-gray flowing over the bright red silk, accompanied by inner shame, and also a resolute determination.

Watson was covered in wounds trying to bring his sister back and fulfill his promise, so she too must...

However, the girl denied her hesitant and hesitant thoughts, which she had mustered the courage to express.

"You answered incorrectly, my little bird~"

“Suffy, what do you have to repay me with? Money, power, what do you lack now that you're mired in this quagmire? Unfortunately, the answer is none at all.”

Without hesitation, Charlotte ripped apart the little peacock's self-esteem and utterly degraded the girl's character. She held Sophie's head in her hands, forcing them to look into each other's eyes.

The silvery-gray Moon Lake and the bright blood amber reflected each other with exceptional clarity, so close yet so close.

The reflection pursed its lips and whispered.

"Sophie, what do you think our relationship is, and why would I help you?"

relation......

The belittling I just heard still rings in my ears.

Yes, even though she was covered in wounds, that figure remained elegant and composed, as if she were born that way, far surpassing herself.

Sophie was somewhat bewildered.

Between them is—

Are they strangers? Intimate gestures, crossing the line.

Are they friends? A brief acquaintance, unequal social standing.

Or are we simply benefactors and those repaying a debt of gratitude? I feel a little unwilling to accept it.

Feeling that all the boundaries were blurry, yet none of them were correct, Sufby stammered, unsure how to answer.

It was only then that she came to her senses and noticed that the door to the room had been gently pushed open, and her sister's endoscopic eyes were filled with curiosity.

And nestled against Charlotte's shoulder, it felt like...

A blush rose, a shy melody lingered, and the little peacock instinctively tried to break free from the girl's embrace.

But the next moment, a hand gripped her chin, and a cool, moist touch pressed against her lips.

It was a kiss.

In the small room, flickering candlelight, under the sister's secret gaze, her soft hair intertwined with hers, and her pale lips lightly touched him.

He held her tightly around the waist, forbidding her to leave or escape, using warmth to soothe her, and expressing his desire with a deep embrace.

Perhaps it was only a few minutes, or perhaps a very long time, Charlotte slowly withdrew her lips, letting the lingering aftertaste last forever.

Without saying a word, she just looked at the stunned Sofby, watching the girl sit blankly on the floor, her pupils unfocused, as if her thoughts had also been scattered by that kiss.

Quite cute.

With a slight smile, Charlotte leaned down and breathed warm air into the little sparrow's ear.

"Sophie, what do you think I'm after that I'm so nice to you for? Hmm?"

The poor little peacock finally came to its senses and caught a glimpse of the girl's wide eyes outside the door—it would have been better to continue wallowing in despair than to wake up now.

Realizing what had just happened, Su Fubi froze, unable to move or speak. Her body went limp, her neck flushed with shyness, and she could only stiffly maintain the embrace, trembling slightly.

"Watson, Watson, I..."

She made a bewildered and confused sound, as if she wanted to say something, but then fell silent.

Charlotte naturally understood the little peacock's feelings. She saw Samuel peeking out from outside the door and deliberately offered him a kiss at that moment. This was undoubtedly a two-way offensive of body and mind. Before, she could deceive herself with the excuse of "just friends", but faced with her bleeding and injured state, and her younger sister returning home safely, what reason could that girl use to convince herself?

People always need excuses, even for acts of kindness.

So, I'll create the perfect reason for her.

"Shhh."

So, Charlotte gently placed her index finger against the little sparrow's lips, burying her sobs. She didn't say a word, but simply stroked her head and patted her back softly.

Silently, gradually, Sufby, like a loyal orange-haired puppy, unconsciously lowered her head, raised her paws to rest on her owner's arm, and buried her face in her owner's shoulder, gently rubbing against him.

“That’s great, Sophoby.”

With heartfelt praise, she abandoned her previous flippancy, lowered her eyelashes, and spoke with utmost seriousness.

"Since you can't give me an answer, then I will, Sofby. I want you—"

"Stay with me forever."

It's another agreement.

"Eh?"

With her mouth slightly open, Sophoby stared blankly at Charlotte.

Is this a confession?

Should I be surprised, happy, or...?

All her feelings were answered here, and she felt complicated yet extremely happy.