He looked out expectantly—

Outside was pitch black; he couldn’t see anything.

Ansel slumped his shoulders and jumped down.

"Damn it, this cursed place!" He kicked the door angrily, kicking hard.

"Open the door, let us out, open the door!"

"Idiots, do you know who I am?!"

"If you don’t let me out, be careful, my daddy might kill you!"

"A bunch of losers, you can’t beat us, so you use guns. You have no honor!"

"Bullying two five-year-old kids, you’re not real men!"

...

Ansel was pampered from a young age, even during training, the hardships he endured were those of a young master.

Although he was strong, brave, and resourceful, he knew the cruelty of the world.

But he had never been treated this way before.

Therefore, his pride and self-esteem couldn’t accept the fact that he was a prisoner.

Compared to Ansel’s agitation, Junqi seemed very calm.

Because to him, this was nothing at all.

Ansel vented for a while, then faced Junqi’s puzzled expression.

His eyes seemed to say: Brother, why did you do that just now? What was the point?

The twins had a special connection—

Ansel naturally understood his thoughts.

He leaned against the wall and squatted down: "Junqi, aren’t you angry about being locked up?"

Junqi also squatted down.

"You really don’t seem angry. You’re better than me. I always thought I was better and wanted to protect you. But in times of danger, you’re way better than me."

"(⊙o⊙)..." Junqi seemed to understand and not understand his words.

Ansel comforted himself: "But I’m better in other ways, so I’m still the older brother, right?"

"Hmm." Junqi nodded.

He was, after all, his brother.

Ansel contentedly patted his small shoulder: "Don’t worry, brother will definitely get you out. Do you have faith?"

"I’m hungry..." Junqi looked at him eagerly.

"..." Ansel, "Didn’t you eat a lot of snacks today?"

"I’m hungry again."

"I only had two bags of bread, and I’m not hungry!"

"Grumble—" As soon as he finished speaking, his stomach made a contradictory sound.

Ansel’s pale face turned bright red, and he awkwardly coughed.

Thinking to himself, it’s a good thing Junqi wouldn’t know he was embarrassed.

"Brother is hungry too." Junqi pointed at his stomach.

Ansel’s face turned redder: "...You heard wrong, it’s not hunger."

"(⊙o⊙) Oh..." Anyway, whatever he said was what it was.

"Dinner time!" Suddenly, a celestial sound came from outside the door.

Junqi darted to the door, the door didn’t open, but a small door at the bottom opened, and then a plate was slid inside.

On the plate were two plain buns.

Junqi grabbed the buns, one in each hand.

The small door closed—

He turned around and handed one bun to Ansel.

Ansel had just said he wasn’t hungry, and now he felt embarrassed to eat.

Besides, Junqi hadn’t had much to eat all day and must be hungrier than him.

He got up and jumped onto the bed to sit.

Turning his head awkwardly: "You eat, I’m not hungry."

Junqi immediately happily munched on the bun.

Ansel thought, never be polite with Junqi, because he’d think you really don’t want it.

Seeing him eat so happily, he seemed even hungrier.

"Grumble—" His stomach made another non-cooperative sound.