The car door was open. Liam Liang leaned in and adjusted the passenger seat back lower so that Ethan Cao could lean back more comfortably, then leaned over to fasten Ethan Cao's seat belt.
As soon as the seat belt was buckled, Ethan Cao reached out to pull it, frowning slightly, half-squinting his eyes and looking at Liam Liang, mumbling uncomfortably: "Don't strangle me, I want to vomit."
"We'll be home soon, don't move." Liam Liang gently held his wrist and asked him to loosen his seat belt. He looked down at Ethan Cao. The dim light from the underground garage shone through the front window onto Ethan Cao's face, falling on his gentle eyebrows and straight nose. The boy had been worn out by the years and had become a handsome young man, but the childish shadow could still be seen in the details.
If you can't drink, don't drink so much. Liam Liang sighed as he looked at him. Is it so important to make his friends happy? But Ethan Cao seems to have always been like this. Ten years ago, he gave him the script to make him happy. Ten years later, he accepted all the toasts to make these crew friends happy. He looks like a playboy, but he is actually very soft-hearted. But if others are happy, are you happy?
Liam Liang raised his hand that was fastening his seat belt and rubbed Ethan Cao's hair twice. The feeling of his hand remained the same, and it was as soft as it was back then.
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