Su Zixi was awakened by this voice, staring at him blankly before she realized that Ning Yichen's complexion was abnormally ghastly.
"What's wrong with you? Do you feel unwell?" Su Zixi couldn't help but ask.
Ning Yichen managed a weak shake of his head: "I'm fine..."
His body was extremely cold, yet there seemed to be a ball of fire searing in his chest, like he was sick, but also not quite...
An unusual heat suddenly rose from his lower abdomen...
In an instant, Ning Yichen recalled the scent of the aromatherapy in Su Lianxi's room—she must have tampered with something!
With this thought, he felt both shame and anger, and an unusual flush crept over his face.
Su Zixi, not knowing the reason, thought he felt unwell because he had been in the rain. After glancing around the table and seeing nothing suitable for a sick person to eat, she expressed her dilemma: "Shall I ask Li Bo to have someone take you to the hospital?"
"There's no need..." Ning Yichen gave a hoarse laugh.
