Begonia Flower is considered a very common variety among garden flora, and if further divided, there are many subtypes.
Because Gavin Graves did not specify the size or color, his subordinate took the initiative to buy a small one, plant it in a jade white ceramic pot, its soil surface covered with a layer of moss, making it a delightful sight indoors.
Cherry really liked it, carrying the flowerpot to the bedroom, pinching the leaves at tis, and fiddling with the petals at others.
"Gavin, how long can Begonia Flower bloom?"
Gavin smiled softly: "I’d estimate just one or two days."
"What? Only one or two days?" Cherry turned her head to look at him, full of disappointnt, "Why is it so short?"
Gavin chuckled lowly: "Because soone keeps pinching and squeezing it, so it won’t last long."
Cherry was stunned for a mont, then realized and angrily lunged at Gavin: "You liar!"
Gavin was knocked onto the bed, his lips curving as he asked her: "Which of my words were lies?"
"You’re just spouting nonsense!" Cherry’s face grew red with embarrassnt as she buried herself in his shoulder, biting him while muttering indistinctly, "Pinch you, squeeze you, pinch you, squeeze you..."
Gavin flipped over, pinning her beneath him, gripping the mischievous little hands, deeply kissing her lips.
He felt sowhat stirred; every ti he touched her, it was as if he was addicted, never satiated.
He unexpectedly recalled the taoist priest’s warning, and his excitent diminished slightly... He sighed softly in his heart, lifted himself, and released her.
Gavin tidied his collar, stood up, and walked out. Cherry sat up from the bed, confusedly asking: "Gavin, where are you going?"
"To the study, there are still so things I haven’t finished dealing with." He replied calmly, his face gently smiling, "Go ahead and sleep early tonight."
Cherry gazed at him in a daze until he left the room.
...
That night, Gavin stayed in the study until very late.
Upon returning to the room, Cherry was already asleep. Gavin washed up and lay down, the little one beside him seed to sll his presence, closing her eyes and snuggling into his embrace, softly pressing against him.
Gavin’s lips unknowingly curled into a smile, thinking: What a little clingy spirit.
He hugged her, adjusted his sleeping posture, and closed his eyes to sleep.
...
The night was deeply dark, the surroundings silent and still.
He sensed slight movents, waking partially from his sleep... The room was pitch black, with a faint, mysterious fragrance swirling through.
After a while, his vision and sense of touch fully awakened.
He saw Cherry lying sideways beside him, with his finger in her mouth...
Her long bangs covered her eyes, making it hard for Gavin to discern her current expression, only feeling his finger that was unimaginably cold, as if frozen.
He moved slightly, Cherry seed to sense it, released his finger, and lifted her head —
A pure and charming face, still looked innocent, yet her lips retained traces of ghostly black mist, gradually dissipating.
In the darkness, their eyes t, neither spoke a word.
She didn’t explain what she was doing, nor did he ask her what she was doing.
If it were like before, helping him eat away so of that thing, it should feel painful, because she had ntioned, when it hurts, he would also hurt.
However, now there was no sensation.
He also rembered she said, when she consus it, it too would consu her.
Various thoughts buzzed around, like chaotic flying willow catkins, seemingly light, yet suffocating.
Whether she was consuming, or nursing, it seed to have beco inconsequential...
"Cherry."
After a prolonged silence, Gavin quietly asked her: "Who gave you your na?"
Cherry seed caught off guard by the question, hesitating for quite a while, then cautiously snuggling into his embrace, softly said: "Do you dislike this na? It’s okay... I can change it... Gavin, you can choose whatever na you like, and I will go by that na, alright?"
"No need..." Gavin closed his eyes, softly replied, "Just keep it Cherry, this na is pretty good."
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