I Am This Type of Woman

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Ban Hua suddenly turned her head and saw a man in black clothes. He was wearing a nine-beaded dragon crown on his head and a dragon pendant on his waist. His green eyebrows were flying high and his starry eyes were straightening his nose. It was a face she was very familiar with.

She shared the bed with him, and whispered lingeringly. He was the closest man to her besides her father and younger brother.

"Rong Xia..."

The capital city disappeared behind her, the terrifying cemetery disappeared without a trace, and the whole world was a vast expanse of whiteness, only her and Rong Xia in black clothes were there.

"Huahua?" Rong Xia heard Banhua calling her name in a coma, and threw herself to the bedside, grabbing her hand, "Huahua?"

Ban Hua slowly opened his eyes, staring blankly at the man in front of him: "Rong... Xia?"

"It's me," Rong Xia saw that her expression was not quite right, thinking that she just woke up and was not feeling well, so she turned around and said, "Come here, find the imperial doctor quickly."

He was wearing a light-colored brocade robe and no jade pendant on his body. He looked a little haggard, not at all similar to the majestic flaw she saw just now.

"Don't be afraid, the imperial doctor said that there is nothing wrong with your body, you just need to take care of it for a while." Rong Xia touched her forehead, "How do you feel now, is there any discomfort?"

"I'm thirsty..." As soon as Banhua opened her mouth, she realized that her voice was rough and unpleasant. She opened her eyes wide in horror. What's going on?

"Don't worry, the imperial doctor said that you hurt your throat, and it will be fine after a few days." Rong Xia kissed her on the forehead, and a maid had already brought warm soup.

Ban Hua's whole body was terribly weak, and his head felt dizzy and aching, as if something was pulling something in his head.

After Rong Xia fed Ban Hua a few spoonfuls of soup, she took the bowl away. Ban Hua stared at Rong Xia in disbelief. How long had she been lying on the bed, and Rong Xia didn't even give her food?

Being stared at by her aggrieved eyes made her distressed and helpless: "The imperial doctor said, you can't eat too much when you just wake up, and your stomach is weak now, so you can't eat too much at once. Two quarters of an hour I'll feed you later."

Seeing Rong Xia's resolute attitude, Ban Hua knew that there was no need to discuss this matter, so she buried her face in the quilt and remained silent.

The room was very quiet, if she hadn't been sure that Rong Xia hadn't left, she would have thought that there was no one in the room.

"Huahua, you're fine."

After a long time, she heard Rong Xia say this.

Stretching his head out of the quilt, Ban Hua saw Rong Xia showing a smile that was too gentle to describe in words. Her heart trembled slightly, she secretly picked the sheet under the quilt, opened her mouth and said, "I won't have an accident so easily."

"Well," Rong Xia turned her head quickly, and turned around after a while, "I'm very happy."

Banhua saw the glint of water in Rong Xia's eyes, as if... cried?

"You..." Ban Hua coughed twice, Rong Xia brought her a glass of light salt water to rinse her mouth, and she said in her ugly voice, "There is a servant, why do you do these things?"

"It's okay." Rong Xia wiped the corners of her mouth with a handkerchief.

Only when he saw Huahua open her eyes and talk, and watch her drink water, could he feel at ease.