Her voice carried a noticeable tremble, yet it was extraordinarily firm. "I don't care how many people are by your side, and I don't care about any official title or status!"
"I only beg you... I beg that you will always keep a place for me in your heart. Don't forget me, don't abandon me... okay?"
These words were almost subservient, yet they overflowed with a possessiveness so intensely scorching it felt as though it could burn someone.
She respected his choices and the path he walked, but she also wanted to use her own method to carve the deepest, most uniquely irreplaceable mark into his life.
Rover looked at Camellya before him. In this moment, all her usual cynical jokes and playful disguises were entirely stripped away, leaving only her purest, yet most fragile emotional core laid bare before him without any reservation.
He remained silent for a moment. The emotions surging in his golden eyes ultimately melted into a soft sigh.
"Camellya," Rover rolled up the sleeve of his black jacket, revealing a familiar camellia bracelet. "This is the souvenir you gave me under the starry sky back then. I have worn it ever since."
He reached out the hand wearing the bracelet. His warm fingertips gently caressed her slightly cool, smooth cheek.
"You have always been right here..."
This gesture was undoubtedly a crystal-clear signal of permission.
A dazzling light that practically overflowed instantly burst forth in Camellya's eyes. All her nervousness and anxiety were replaced by absolute ecstasy in this single moment.
She didn't hesitate anymore. Standing abruptly on her tiptoes, she wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, as if wanting to hang her entire body onto him, and kissed him with unparalleled, fierce passion.
Her kiss was filled with the rich, intoxicating fragrance of camellias. It carried an almost predatory fervor, yet simultaneously revealed a faint tremble of the fear of losing him.
Her kissing technique was raw and urgent, completely lacking in rhythm or method. Relying solely on desperate courage, she sucked and bit forcefully, as if trying to confirm his existence through this method and brand herself into his very soul.
Rover froze slightly before responding to her.
His arms wrapped around her incredibly slender waist, pressing her even tighter against himself as he smoothly took the lead, deepening the kiss.
His kissing technique was clearly far more masterful than hers. It carried a soothing power, slowly smoothing out her anxiety and panic, gradually guiding this sudden storm into a steady rhythm of mutual blending.
Their breathing became scorching and rapid. In the room, only the faint sounds of their intertwining lips and teeth and their increasingly frantic heartbeats remained.
Camellya's body completely melted, relying entirely on the strength of his arms for support. Her mind went completely blank from a lack of oxygen, allowing her to respond to him purely on instinct.
It was unknown how much time passed before this long, intense kiss finally parted slightly. Their foreheads rested against each other, their exhaled hot breaths mingling together in an atmosphere of absolute, dizzying intimacy.
Camellya's cheeks were crimson, her eyes misty. Her previously neat long hair had become messy; a few strands stuck to her sweat-dampened temples and the corners of her lips, making her look exceptionally alluring.
She looked at him right in front of her. His golden eyes clearly reflected her aroused yet disheveled appearance.
"My... Destined Seed..." she murmured her pet name for him. Her deep affection carried a soft, clingy sweetness and endless, insatiable thirst.
Rover didn't give her the chance to speak again.
He exerted force in his arms, easily sweeping her up into a princess carry.
The young girl in his arms subconsciously wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, burying her face into his chest. Listening to his rapid heartbeat, she felt as though her own heart was about to leap out of her chest.
He carried her toward the large bed in the center of the bedroom.
The moonlight, like water, cast their silhouettes onto the wall—closely overlapping and utterly inseparable.
He laid her gently onto the soft bed, his body following to hover over her, his shadow completely enveloping her.
Propping himself up on his arms, he stared deeply at her beneath him. The emotions surging in his profound gaze were a depth of affection she had never seen before.
"Camellya," he spoke in a low voice, exceptionally husky and magnetic. "I will not forget you."
These words brought her more peace of mind than any sweet nothings ever could.
She reached out, her trembling hand caressing his cheek. Her eyes shimmered with unshed tears, but a radiant smile bloomed on her face once more. "Then... prove it to me."
That night, the rich fragrance of camellias intertwined with the moonlight, permeating the entire room.
All words melted into silent gasps; all tentative probing transformed into the most direct taking.
Rover no longer evaded. He responded to this camellia flower—which had bloomed for him thousands upon thousands of times—with unprecedented patience and passion.
Camellya, using her own unique method, successfully seized her exclusive, irreplaceable position in this feast that was destined to never be monopolized by one person.
Until the moon's shadow slanted to the west.
The camellia maiden stretched her creamy, jade-like toes, rubbing against the person beside her on the pillow. Letting out a satisfied, kitten-like whimper, the utterly exhausted girl curled up contentedly in his embrace.
She fell into a deep sleep carrying a satisfied exhaustion, a languid, enchanting smile of having her deepest wishes fulfilled still gracing the corners of her lips.
...
The next morning.
When Rover woke up, Camellya was curled up in his arms like a lazy cat. She was sleeping soundly, her face bearing an unprecedented look of satisfaction and peacefulness.
He got up gently, careful not to wake her.
Walking out of the room and into the common lounge area, he bumped into the Shorekeeper, who was preparing to have breakfast.
Seeing Rover, her gaze lingered on him for a fraction of a second. A flash of complete understanding rippled through her profound purple eyes, immediately melting into a gentle smile.
"Good morning," she said softly, her tone as placid as ever.
"Good morning, Shorekeeper," Rover replied.
No further words were needed between them; an indescribable, natural understanding flowed seamlessly.
The Shorekeeper's gaze bypassed him, seeming to look further away, and she said softly, "You accepted Camellya's feelings, after all."
Unable to discern any emotional color in the Shorekeeper's words, Rover looked up at her, wanting to explain. "Shorekeeper, I..."
"It's fine," the Shorekeeper simply shook her head gently, revealing a tender, watery smile that cut off his explanation. "Her feelings for you are scorching and pure. This is a good thing."
Her validation carried a transcendent tolerance, completely putting the seated Rover at ease.
Just then, Cartethyia walked over from the other end of the corridor, looking as though she had just finished her daily knight's morning training.
Seeing Rover and the Shorekeeper, her footsteps paused, and she subconsciously wanted to avoid them.
"Cartethyia," the Shorekeeper called out to stop her.
Cartethyia had no choice but to walk over and greet them. "Miss Shorekeeper, Righteous One."
Her gaze quickly swept over Rover, as if trying to find something on his face. She then quickly lowered her head, her fingers unconsciously twisting the hem of her shirt.
She had clearly noticed something—the incredibly faint, unique floral scent lingering on Rover, as well as... that familiar, subtle change in aura that only comes after experiencing profound intimacy.
An indescribable sense of stimulation and loss instantly seized her.
Lupa, Changli, and now Camellya... She felt as though she was being left far behind. The insecurity and anxiety that Rover had managed to soothe just days prior surged back with a vengeance, even stronger than before.
Her face turned slightly pale, draining some of the post-workout flush from her cheeks.
"I... I will go wash up first!" She blurted out almost hastily. Turning around, she walked away quickly, her back looking somewhat flustered and stiff.
The Shorekeeper quietly watched the direction Cartethyia had left, deep in thought.
Rover watched Cartethyia's hurried, retreating back, his brow furrowing slightly.
He was not a dense person. He naturally sensed her abnormal emotional state, and associating it with their conversation on the passenger ship yesterday, he completely understood what was going on in her heart.
The Shorekeeper withdrew her gaze and looked at Rover, saying softly, "Some irises require more direct sunlight and courage in order to bloom."
Her words were profoundly meaningful, acting as a gentle reminder.
Rover nodded in silence. He cast his gaze toward the direction Cartethyia had fled, a flash of complex emotion passing through his eyes.
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