When the Father Went Mad, the Son Went Even Madder

The memory came to an abrupt end.

Shen Ranxin suddenly opened his eyes. His breathing was ragged, his eyes red and swollen, and sweat soaked his temples, making his entire body tremble uncontrollably.

Then, a warm touch landed on his face.

Shen Ranxin slowly turned his head and saw Lu Zhi looking at him with worry in his eyes, holding a towel soaked in warm water as he carefully wiped away the sticky sweat from Shen Ranxin's body.

Seeing that he was awake, Lu Zhi said softly, "No sleep. Dream. No sleep."

Shen Ranxin suddenly sucked in a deep breath, tore the device off his head, and rushed into the bathroom in a few quick strides. He bent over the toilet and started vomiting.

It was disgusting.

Truly.

Disgusting.

Lu Zhi followed him over and crouched at the side, looking somewhat helpless.

His little female beast had woken up after sleeping and seemed so weak. Was he sick?

Shen Ranxin stood up, wiped his mouth with a damp towel, and braced himself against the sink with his eyes lowered. It took him a long while before he managed to pull himself slightly out of that nauseating state.

He had merely stood by and watched, yet he was already sickened to this extent. As for Wei Huizhi, who had actually suffered through all of it...

Although Shen Ranxin had not spent much time with Wei Huizhi, that brief afternoon had been enough for him to sense that Wei Huizhi had been a beautiful, lively little omega.

Those people had also said that Wei Huizhi held a high position in the pirate organization. He should have been a young master doted on at home.

Perhaps he had only come to the Federation on a whim, but he had happened to meet someone