"Brother Ethan Yang, I see he has no defense against you now, so you can use the excuse of teaching him how to smoke, and he will definitely learn to smoke." Lucas Feng pointed his chin at the box in Ethan Yang's hand and lowered his voice, "This one, it costs several hundred. Look at the color, it's quite similar to the kind of cigarettes you usually smoke, right?"
Ethan Yang frowned: "That's too much."
"This is called giving someone a taste of their own medicine. Brother Ethan Yang, why are you so soft-hearted towards him? Think about your mother," Lucas Feng's face darkened. "When I saw her like that, I couldn't believe that she was my teacher, Teacher Zhou. I can still remember her like that."
Lucas Feng's words brought back some unpleasant memories for Ethan Yang. He turned the cigarette around between his fingertips. He looked at Lucas Feng and asked, "What happens after you smoke it?"
"I guess it's just like a cat in heat?" Lucas Feng laughed frivolously and said in an uncertain tone, "Then just throw him somewhere and see if anyone picks him up. I think someone will pick him up. He looks like that, so he should be quite popular with perverts."
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