The Billionaire's Hidden Affection-Chapter 586 - 583 Camellia 2_1

She found she could not control herself at all. This would have been unfathomable in times past. Every matter had to be decided by her, persisted in by her—even her own emotions, her own body. How can a person not even manage her own body?

Forgive her; she had never known it could be like this. Under constant vigilance and tension, she had always felt that only men would appreciate this sort of thing. Goodness, all I could ever associate with it was pregnancy, miscarriage, uterine scraping... So painful. It really, really hurt. There wasn’t the tiniest bit of enjoyment in it, was there?

Yet, amid the intense novelty of the sensation, all those negative emotions were suddenly flung to the nine heavens. She had utterly become a novice filled with curiosity, experiencing simultaneously unbearable pain and immense anticipation. It was like a limitless bungee jump, an unconscious wondering just how high this peak could be.

Like cotton candy, so fragile it couldn’t bear a single blow, yet it kept inflating, kept spreading, kept self-dividing and self-reproducing.

Even a seasoned Casanova was thrown into complete disarray.

This was a new world he, too, had never experienced. It was like an unfathomable ocean suddenly revealing coral reefs, birds, and fish. Whenever he thought he had reached a certain realm, another breathtaking vista would unexpectedly appear. That beautiful world, like a masterpiece, was completely surrendered to him.

Perhaps it was like a large ship arriving at a narrow stream. He had initially thought it a perilous passage, impossible to navigate. Yet, it was perfectly suited, as if the creek had been tailor-made for this very ship.

He gazed at her continuously. Mere eye contact was enough to intoxicate him.

"Xixi... Xixi..."

She kept her eyes slightly closed the entire time.

"Xixi... Xixi..."

Her long lashes hung down like delicate fans. There was not a single fine line at the corners of her eyes or the ends of her brows. All traces of worldly ostentation and cosmetic powder were washed away. Her face was then as smooth and delicate as a freshly peeled, hard-boiled egg. The silken sensation spread from his palm to the very marrow of his bones.

He trembled intensely.

It was just like that long-standing, peculiar urge of his—I so badly want to give them a pinch, to see if those tender, lotus-root-like little arms and legs would really yield water.

In his life, he remembered only ever encountering such a clean and smooth touch on a baby’s body. It’s why many adults, in what seems a perverse fondness, love to nibble on a baby’s hands and cheeks. Because they are the purest beings in this world...

Just like this flawless white finger. Against her fair skin, it appeared faintly, like a rose blooming in the snow.

And that camellia-like purity... Yes, ’camellia’ was the very word that had come to his mind when they first met.

If there were a flower in this world that could match her, it would undoubtedly be the immaculate camellia. It could bloom on a mountain peak or in a garden. Whether enduring wind and rain or basking in tender nurturing, she could always grow strong independently.

She had never been a bindweed. She had always been the blooming shuttle tree by his side.

That was why he had been so eager to cultivate her, mold her, elevate her—this was the origin of his Harvard vision for her.

Xixi, she must be with me, as my wife, in the future...

All around was white.

And always, that faint scent, like camellia.