But she still suffered a bit, swallowing several large mouthfuls of water from the bathtub and nearly choking to death.
"Uncle…"
Driven by the will to survive, Ji Anning vigorously pushed Ji Chicheng in the water, while the faucet continued to run, the water rising steadily.
It took a great deal of effort before she finally managed to crawl out from under Ji Chicheng.
She turned and leaned against one end of the bathtub, exhausted from the effort, now feeling a sense of relief.
Both hands rested on the edge of the tub as she gasped for air.
After catching her breath, she suddenly remembered Ji Chicheng and anxiously looked over; the bathtub was not large enough, with Ji Chicheng's tall form curled up, his legs still outside the tub.
And his head was deeply submerged in the water.
"Uncle!" Ji Anning said nervously as she went over, kneeling in front of Ji Chicheng to drag him.
