"Dong Xin Yan."
Gu Ningyi interrupted her coldly, his voice devoid of any warmth, even colder than the cold wind itself, "Either you leave now, or I'll make you experience those underhanded and filthy tricks you keep mentioning..."
As soon as he finished speaking, the cough he had been forcefully suppressing burst out uncontrollably. Gu Ningyi coughed heavily, his brows tightly knitted, and a touch of unnatural flush quickly appeared on his cheeks.
Dong Xin Yan's anger was suddenly quelled by his cough. She paused for a moment, unconsciously lifting her eyes to look at him.
She hadn't noticed earlier nor was in the mood to, but now that she took a proper look, her heart couldn't help but tremble.
Gu Ningyi's complexion was terrible, almost entirely drained of color, his lips pale and dry, yet his cheeks were extraordinarily flushed, and his forehead was covered with a thin layer of sweat. Moreover... his body seemed to be trembling slightly.
