Jensen Morrison looked at her dazed expression and chuckled. "Aren't little kids all like that? Lots of them act out and do crazy things to stop their parents from having another baby. You look exactly like one of those pouting children right now."
'So that's what he meant?!'
'He's gotten so wicked!'
Ivy Holden shot Jensen Morrison an indignant glare.
Jensen Morrison gave a wicked grin and pressed, "Judging by your expression, did you get the wrong idea?"
'So we're playing the shameless card, are we?' Ivy Holden steeled herself. 'Who's afraid of who?'
"Brother~" Ivy Holden looped her arm around Jensen Morrison's neck, pouting her lips and putting on the most pitiful, coquettish act imaginable. "Now that you have such an *adorwable* little sister, does that mean you won't dote on me anymore?"
Jensen Morrison's breath caught in his throat. His heart hammered, threatening to leap out of his chest.
