Jasper's family never lacks things for dealing with people. He grabbed a few from the bedroom cabinet and returned to the living room. Ryan had already woken up and was pressed on the sofa to chew. Under the dim wall lamp, the boy and the man were surging on the sofa, one was delicate and charming, and the other was tough and fierce.

Jasper swallowed his saliva. It was too cruel to perform a pornographic picture in front of a "five-limbed" man!

Jasper remembered that his home was well soundproofed. Why could little Ryan's voice come in so clearly?

Until Ethan's muffled roar came, Jasper finally found the reason.

"It's useless to cry. Scream loudly for me, otherwise I will hurt you!"

Jasper cried. This was Linzi's revenge. He opened his pants waist and resigned himself to measuring the length of his brother with his hands. It seemed that he comforted his brother with his hands for the first time since he became an adult. It was too aggrieved!

That night, Ethan "ate" all night, and Jasper DIYed in the bedroom all night. When Ethan took him away, Jasper's wrists were sore, his eyes were dull, and his fingers were clasping the sheets with grievance, feeling like he was forcing himself.

This experience made him understand that if Linzi didn't eat enough, he would dare to stretch out his claws and chop his hands!

When Ethan took Ryan away, he was still awake, wrapped in his loose clothes and sitting on the passenger seat, trying not to sleep, looking at him pitifully.

Ethan knew what he was thinking. The little guy was afraid of him but didn't want him. At this moment, as long as he made a promise, the little guy would fall asleep immediately. However, the anger on his body had subsided, but the anger in his heart had not subsided. He deliberately punished him for not speaking, which made Ryan's heart flustered. Finally, Ryan, who was tired and scared, sobbed and cried.

Ethan didn't coax him, but let him cry until he arrived at the parking lot of the building, and then patted his thigh to signal him to come over.

Ryan carefully avoided the steering wheel and climbed onto Ethan's legs. Even though he was slender, he still had a male skeleton. The driver's seat became narrow after squeezing two men. Ryan was trapped between the steering wheel and Ethan, unable to move at all.

Ethan lit a cigarette, took a deep puff and spit it on Ryan's face. Ryan's mind was even more confused by the smoke.

"Do you know what's wrong?" Ethan asked him.

Ryan tried to make himself sober, but he really didn't know what he did wrong, so wrong that Ethan gave him away.

"You have a good face." Ethan smoked again, and the spark of the cigarette butt became brighter. This time he didn't hold the cigarette in his hand, but held it in his mouth and slowly lowered his head to the little guy in his arms.

In the smoke, Ethan had a faint smile on his lips, but Ryan felt a chill in his smile, which made him tremble all over.

"Let's ruin it, so as not to bring disaster to the country and the people." Ethan said as the cigarette butt moved closer to Ryan.

Ryan trembled even more violently. The narrow space did not allow him to dodge, and if Ethan was deliberately trying to destroy him, how could he dodge?

Watching the cigarette butt getting closer and closer to him, Ryan could even feel the burning on his cheeks, and his tears flowed more fiercely.

The cigarette butt stopped at a place where it could not be lower. Ethan used it to describe Ryan's face and asked in a hoarse voice, "Do you want to keep it?"

"Woo, keep it..." Of course he had to keep it. That was his face. Normally, he didn't even have a pimple. Now it would be a big deal if he got a cigarette scar!

"Why keep it?" Ethan continued to move the cigarette butt, "Is it useful?"

"It's useful." The desire to survive can stimulate a person's potential. Ryan, who has always been taciturn, was inspired and blurted out a coaxing word to make Ethan laugh.

"Save it for uncle to pinch, the scar hurts my hand."

Ethan smiled and stood up, stretched out his hand and pinched his face, the smooth touch was really good, "Okay, keep it first, and destroy it when uncle has pinched enough."

Ryan endured the pain on his face and asked nervously, "Uncle, when will you pinch enough?"

Ethan smiled again, raised his hand and pinched out the cigarette butt with his fingertips, which made Ryan feel pain for him.

"Depends on your performance, maybe tomorrow."

Ryan's face fell instantly, and his eyes were red again.

"If you cry again, do it now!" Ethan pinched his face. It was Jasper that fell for his softness. "Boys don't have so many tears. From now on, you are not allowed to cry except on my bed."

Ryan nodded and forced back his tears. "I won't cry."

After scaring him enough, Ethan's anger finally subsided. He rubbed his red face and said slowly, "If you are good, you can stay with me forever." He pinched his face with two fingers, "Okay?"

"Okay~" Ryan said with a long tone, his narrow eyes narrowed into a smile, like a satisfied cat, rubbing against Ethan's chest.