"Would Chloe blowing on it make it feel better for you?"
"..."
Jackson Russo's handsome face was washed over with a layer of embarrassment.
His butt hurt, but what kind of shameless scenario was it for her to be blowing on it?
He closed his eyes, the image was simply unbearable to look at.
"Jackson, Jackson..."
"No! Don't you know about propriety between men and women? I am still your brother-in-law. Do you realize how delicate this relationship is for you to casually suggest blowing on my butt?"
Watching Chloe's innocently puzzled expression, Jackson Russo's face grew even more grave and solemn.
"I solemnly warn you, never blow on any man's butt again, understand? That's not right!"
"Other men's butts won't hurt..."
"Who says? Men's butts are the easiest to hurt! If not the back, then the front..."
Jackson Russo's voice suddenly cut off.
Looking at Chloe's puffy, tender little face, her big eyes blinking, he felt guilty and even more embarrassed.
