Chapter 4 [Revision]
Heatstroke must feel terrible, at least that's what Hughes thought when Xia Qian was in his arms.
She leaned on his shoulder, murmuring in her sleep, but her voice was so soft that Hughes couldn't hear her clearly, and cold sweat kept beading on her forehead.
Although the dragon flew over shady areas and was not exposed to the sun, Xia Qian's condition did not improve and seemed to have worsened.
Xia Qian didn't know how long she felt uncomfortable before the dizzy, suffocating feeling subsided. In her hazy state, she seemed to see someone placing her on the bed and carefully wiping her face with a cool towel.
An elderly voice rang out steadily, "It's nothing serious, just heatstroke caused by prolonged exposure to the sun."
"Take good care of yourself these next few days, stay hydrated, and take more elixirs, and you'll be fine."
As soon as she finished speaking, the atmosphere became quiet. In the pitch-black darkness, it seemed that she was the only one left. In the room where you couldn't see your hand in front of your face, only the faint moonlight slowly fell.
Someone carefully wiped her face, saying, "Your Majesty, you must get better soon."
It's costus root.
She seemed very worried, even stopping the wiping of her face. "You've been unconscious for a day and a night."
Mu Xiang seemed to be by her side the whole time, her voice lingering intermittently in her ears.
Besides Mu Xiang's worries, in her hazy consciousness, there seemed to be another gaze fixed on her, powerful and undeniable, extremely aggressive.
That gaze was more distinctive than the fragrance of wood.
Just by being gazed at like that, her identity seemed to be clearly reflected in her mind: a slave dependent on him.
She turned her head away, not wanting to accept this perception.
"Lord! Lord?"
Just then, Mu Xiang's voice entered Xia Qian's ears intermittently, one sound after another, and Xia Qian kept her eyes tightly closed.
Xia Qian didn't want to open her eyes; this wasn't her world.
This is a nightmare.
Let it remain a dream.
She seemed to be sleeping in a spot near the window, bathed in warm sunlight, while Mu Xiang's voice continued to call out persistently, "My Lord..."
No matter how real the things in your dreams are, they can't always have the chance to call out to you.
What else could possibly be capable of doing something this way, except for something truly real?
Xia Qian opened her eyes, and the first thing she saw was the blinding sunlight. She reached out to shield her eyes, but the sunlight still shone through.
Her world was a very normal world, where the sunlight was as warm as the sun, but there was only one sun.
Insufficient lighting is a common occurrence.
But now, she is surrounded by sunlight.
Xia Qian slowly withdrew the hand that had been blocking the sun, and unsurprisingly saw two suns. The way they hung in the sky was like opposing mirrors, or like a pair of inseparable twins, connected in life and death.
"Lord?" Mu Xiang was taken aback, seemingly not expecting Xia Qian to suddenly wake up. She was holding a chilled towel in her hand, as if she was preparing to wipe Xia Qian's face.
"Your Excellency, you've finally awakened!"
Mu Xiang looked like she was about to cry, her voice filled with worry. Before Xia Qian could react, Mu Xiang suddenly turned her head and said, "Master, Miss Xia Qian has finally woken up!"
Mu Xiang gazed at the person by the window.
Xia Qian followed her gaze and saw a black figure.
He was still dressed in all black, the style of which seemed to be the same as the one I remembered, but it also seemed to be different.
He stood with his back to her by the open window, his tall figure casting a long shadow on the ground. He wasn't wearing a cloak, and the sunlight generously bathed him in its warmth.
A gentle breeze drifted in from outside, lightly lifting Hughes's long, ink-black hair.
Yes.
Hughes had hair that was about waist-length.
She knew about this; Xia Qian had even seen the drawings of Hughes by readers and fans on Weibo.
In an instant, the images of Hughes from his memories slowly came together with the boy before him.
He was probably born aloof; his delicate eyebrows and eyes carried a hint of detachment, and when he looked at people, he had an undeniable sharpness. Even the beauty mark under his eye, which made him look somewhat effeminate, couldn't diminish his aura.
Without a doubt, Hughes was exquisitely handsome!
In contrast to his delicate beauty mark, his eyebrows were remarkably handsome, with straight, arched brows. Every feature of his face was striking.
Even though the sun is always the most dazzling thing in the universe, for that instant, Hughes seemed to shine even brighter than the sunlight, instantly attracting all her attention.
In an instant, it seemed that all the girls in the story's admiration for him suddenly made perfect sense.
Handsome and unparalleled.
As expected of the male lead!
Xia Qian was so short on words that this was the only description she could come up with.
He truly deserves the love of everyone, both inside and outside the book.
Even in the real world, he would be the object of many girls' romantic fantasies.
"woke up?"
His gaze was fixed on her, and the book he was holding slid down his shoulder, clearly indicating that he had no interest in continuing to read.
It was only then that Xia Qian noticed that Hughes was actually holding a book in his hand. His slender fingers traced the cover of the book, and the next second, he slowly closed it.
The movements were elegant and gentle, as if the air itself carried a gentleness, which inexplicably reminded Xia Qian of the time when the back of her neck was pinched.
His tone and actions were very gentle at the time.
Thinking of this, Xia Qian couldn't help but shudder. Hughes was a pervert!
As if knowing what she was thinking, Hughes stared at her with his unfathomable eyes. He was a man who always carried an air of aloofness, but suddenly a smile appeared on his lips. "You're cured, aren't you?"
What's the meaning?
Xia Qian instinctively shrank back, like a frightened rabbit, and said weakly, "I...I still feel a little dizzy..."
"Is that so?" he asked gently.
Xia Qian became even more frightened for no apparent reason.
Even the oblivious Mu Xiang noticed, and cautiously began, "Master—"
Before Mu Xiang could finish speaking, the smile on Hughes's lips vanished. "Get out."
Mu Xiang clearly hadn't expected the atmosphere to take such a turn.
She glanced at Xia Qian, then at Xiu Si, her mind going blank for a moment. Just then, a commotion suddenly broke out outside.
Before the people inside could react, the noisy noise grew louder as it approached, accompanied by a melodious and clear female voice, "Senior Xiu!"
The sound came from outside the door.
You hear the voice before you see the person.
This tone...
Xia Qian suddenly guessed who the person was!
The only person in the mercenary group besides the original Xia Qian could call Hughes by such a mushy tone was Xia Qian herself.
"What's she doing here again?"
Mu Xiang was very dissatisfied, and for a moment she seemed to have forgotten Hughes's earlier order for her to leave.
She was so angry that she seemed to have forgotten her cowardice. She reached out to open the door, but the door was suddenly pushed open from the outside. A girl's fragrance wafted out, along with... her adoration.
"Senior Hughes!"
The girl seemed to be filled with boundless excitement, chattering excitedly, wanting to share it with the person inside the room. But all her excitement froze the moment she opened the door and saw Mu Xiang's face.
As if by conditioned reflex, when she saw Mu Xiang, her gaze couldn't help but peek into the house, just like countless times before. Sure enough, she saw that person behind Mu Xiang.
The woman was lying on Hughes' bed, wearing a thin nightgown, her frail shoulders faintly visible, and covered with Hughes' blanket.
The girl's hostility instantly overflowed, and even her eyes turned fierce.
Before the girl could draw her hostile sword, Hughes's icy voice filled the room, "Perrin,"
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