Putting down the eyeliner she was using, Deng Ziyu turned around and raised her voice towards the lump of blankets.
Unfortunately, the thing inside the blankets only wriggled slightly and then didn't react any further.
For some reason, seeing Ning Ruixi like this, Deng Ziyu suddenly felt a strange sensation in her heart.
Walking to the bedside, she poked the lump of blankets, "Hey, Ning Ruixi, are you okay?"
A normal person shouldn't have no reaction under these circumstances, right?
Thinking back to how soundly Ning Ruixi had slept last night, Deng Ziyu started to suspect something was wrong.
The response she got was a few uncomfortable mutters coming from under the blankets.
Not caring about politeness or anything, Deng Ziyu brazenly flipped open the blankets that Ning Ruixi had rolled herself into only to see someone whose face was flushed red with fever, groaning in discomfort.
Her suspicion confirmed, Deng Ziyu let out a silent sigh.