"Release me, I'm not sick! I'm not sick!"
Clang, clang, clang.
Violent struggles caused the entire iron bed to collide with the ship's deck, producing a thunderous noise.
Tied to the iron bed with chains of metal and stone, the young man Yin Chi's eyes were bloodshot, his cheekbones red as if about to burst, his muscles twitched violently, and his fingers curled into claws.
His skin felt like splitting, his muscles like being extracted.
Far from the "not sick" he claimed to be.
There were muffled snickers on the ship.
Liang Qu also wanted to laugh, but he held it in.
While perusing the intelligence reports, Xu Yuelong's expression showed concern.
He had known before that the second legitimate grandson of the Liu Family had an addiction, but he had not expected it to be this serious.
It was truly worrisome he might die suddenly on his very own ship.
