บท 173: Second World: The Marshal's First Born Child

For three days straight Wen Qinxi was stuck in a repetitive cycle, not that he was complaining. He would wake up his body already cleaned up, eat well, to be more exact fed, do some heavy duty sexercise and sleep again that is if he was lucky enough not to black out. On the contrary, Qie Ranzhe was a ball of energy walking around as though what was going on in that warship had nothing to do with him.