The Psycho Turned Simp

Cheng Cheng sat on the stretcher, leaning forward slightly as he crooked a finger at Shen Ranxin. "Ran, if you're willing to get a little closer to me, maybe I'll give you more of what you want."

Shen Ranxin: "..."

Apparently, Cheng Cheng's injuries weren't serious enough.

The next moment, Lu Zhi's pheromones instantly spread through the room. Cheng Cheng's face went pale, his fingers tightening around the stretcher as he cursed under his breath, "Lu Zhi, are you sick?!"

The pheromones in the detention room quickly descended into chaos. Lu Zhi silently stared at Cheng Cheng, every muscle in his body gradually tightening like a ferocious beast ready to pounce at any moment and bite through its prey's throat.

Terrified by the innate pheromone pressure, Cheng Cheng trembled from head to toe. The head he had been holding high moments ago lowered unconsciously, his face bloodless as he shook so hard that he barely dared breathe.

It was Shen Ranxin's first time seeing Lu Zhi release his aggressive pheromones so openly in the detention room.

Yet strangely, compared to Cheng Cheng's trembling fear, Shen Ranxin barely reacted to Lu Zhi's aggressive pheromones.

It seemed that after his gland had been completely damaged last time, it had truly returned to the state it had been in just after transplantation. The memories of Lu Zhi buried deep within him had awakened, and his gland had begun accepting Lu Zhi's pheromones again.

A red light lit up in the detention room, and the director's voice came through. "Cheng Cheng, leave the detention room as quickly as possible. And Shen Ranxin, the instruments have detected that Lu Zhi's condition is extremely unstable right now. We can't be sure whether he'll retain his reason if he loses control—"

Before the director could finish, Shen