An hour later.
Xia Chu's throat had become hoarse, incapable of producing complete sounds, and she just wanted to sleep forever.
Huo Xiyao saw that her lips were covered in bite marks, and the unbroken skin was also dry and close to splitting.
Then he thought of those marks on her body that hadn't come from him, her helplessness and fear at the time.
The intense desire to kill welled up even stronger in him.
Yet he still held it back, carefully getting out of bed without making any noise, and then went to the living room, intending to give Xia Chu some water before letting her continue to sleep.
She had lost a lot of water just now, and her body and mind had both been hurt today. If she didn't rehydrate in time, she would surely develop a fever in the middle of the night.
