Si Jin helped Lian Zhan sit down, then turned to Qi Mingren on the side and said, "I'll go look for him."

After saying that, he slowly walked into the small kitchen, his figure disappearing into the doorway.

Seeing this, Qi Mingren was overjoyed and couldn't help but raise the corners of her lips—sure enough, this thing was still as easy to fool as before, so everything else would be much easier.

He tried hard to suppress his excitement, and when he saw Si Jin come out of the kitchen with a kettle, he immediately moved weakly into the room.

A few tears welled up in the corners of her eyes as she looked pitifully at Si Jin: "Jin... Brother Jin, I'm so tired, can you feed me... Ahhh!"

Unexpectedly, before he could finish speaking, Si Jin poured the entire kettle of freshly boiled water over him.

They even deliberately poured the liquid on the deepest wounds, causing him to scream and groan in pain, struggling like a starving pig.

Si Jin remained silent, her malicious gaze fixed on him like that of a cat toying with a mouse.

After looking at it for a while, he casually withdrew his hand, put the kettle on the table with a "thud," and replied with a smile, "Sorry, there's no water left. You might as well die of thirst."

Having said that, without giving him a chance to react, he suddenly raised his foot and kicked him away.

It was almost impossible to see its shadow.

If you agree to live or die on your own, then you have to obediently be swallowed up by the world of rules outside.

How could you act pitiful here and disgust him?

Qi Mingren was kicked far away, but his screams were so loud that they woke up the boy in Lian Zhan's arms.

The boy had a pair of extremely beautiful almond-shaped eyes, with black and white pupils that seemed to hold shattered stars. His half-length black hair fell down naturally, making him look gentle and pure.

As soon as she was woken up, she grabbed Lian Zhan's clothes, frowned deeply, and snuggled closer to him.

Seeing his surroundings, he seemed somewhat surprised, his thin lips parted slightly as if he wanted to say something.

But before he could make a sound, Lian Zhan patted his back a few times and comforted him, "It's alright, I'm here. I found some water, drink your medicine."

The boy nodded obediently, parted his lips, and let Lian Zhan feed him the medicine. When drinking water, he held the cup with both hands, like a pitiful little animal who only trusted his keeper.

Si Jin couldn't help but feel a little envious.

I wish Ayuan would be this obedient and let him hold him someday; he would be a... great caretaker.

After the boy finished drinking his medicine, he handed the cup to Lian Zhan, then glanced at Si Jin. His well-defined knuckles tugged at Lian Zhan's sleeve, as if hinting that he should do something.

Sure enough, a moment later, Lian Zhan grasped his hand, stood up, and bowed to Si Jin: "Thank you, thank you, sir."

Oh. So you wanted to express your gratitude to him.

Si Jin chuckled lightly: "You're welcome."

The boy was still not satisfied. He snorted twice, then shifted his body in Lian Zhan's arms, pulled open the black leather bag on Lian Zhan's back, and took out a gun.

He opened the magazine, loaded the bullets one by one, weighed them in his hand, and then practiced his shooting posture.

Once he was sure it worked well enough, he lowered his eyes again and tugged at Lian Zhan's sleeve.

Lian Zhan understood once again: "You want me to give this to him as a thank-you gift?"

"Mmm." The boy nodded, and fearing that Lian Zhan might not cooperate, he gave a loud "Mmm" with a serious, yet adorable expression.

“But… I don’t want to see him off.” Lian Zhan leaned close to the boy’s ear and whispered maliciously, “What should we do, baby?”

In that instant, the boy tensed up, his body stiffened, and his cheeks flushed red, as if they could bleed.

He gritted his teeth and gripped Lian Zhan's clothes even tighter, his knuckles turning red.

Although it was a bit difficult, she still called out shyly, "Honey... husband, give it... give it to that gentleman... um..."