175 Chapter One-Hundred and Seventy-Five: Hell

Cool, sweet liquid flowed down her parched throat, and Fang Xi swallowed it greedily. It nourished her dehydrated body, and she felt like she'd climbed up from Hell.

"Fang Xi? Fang Xi? Fang Xi? Fang Xi?" The loud and soft cries made Fang Xi struggle to open her eyes. She was greeted by Ye Kun's anxious face. He had a five o'clock shadow, and his eyes were sunken and filled with anxiety.

"You're awake!" Ye Kun cried, pleasantly surprised.

"Thank Heavens! If you hadn't woken up, I would've called 911," Ye Kun told her. He was so relieved that his legs gave out, and he sat heavily on the ground.

"Water," Fang Xi requested with some difficulty. Her throat hurts badly.

"Okay, water, got it. Water, you should drink more water. Drink more water to recover faster," Ye Kun babbled as he got up to get some water.

Fang Xi realized she was lying on the sofa with a thin blanket covering her body, and there were two cushions behind her.