Two hours later.
Xia Chu was utterly exhausted, her throat so hoarse she could hardly make a sound.
She could only use her eyes to accuse the smug animal in human clothing beside her. She was a person too, was she not? And it's not like they were sworn enemies, right?
The force he had just used had truly scared her; she feared she might actually die from it—how embarrassing it would be to die like that!
Huo Xiyao saw the wet corners of her eyes and her overall coquettish appearance.
He couldn't help but lean in to sip from her lips before chuckling lowly, "Sweet Bao'er, don't look at me like that, or I'll want to go again. I certainly can't kill the goose that lays the golden eggs. There must still be hills left to burn wood. Here, drink some water first."
After drinking some water, Xia Chu's throat felt a bit better.
