King's Back novel Chapter 31

Harry tilted his eyes and pretended to look elsewhere, but actually he was looking at some point secretly.

He didn't dare to look at her outright, but when he did, he was surprised to see Jackson's eyes straight at the boss’s neckline, fair and square!

It was so wanton!

Shit! How dared Jackson!

He was not peeping, but looked at it frank and righteous. The landlady seemed not to be aware it, and continued to open wine for them.

When the landlady had just straightened herself up, suddenly she slipped.

Ah!

The landlady reeled and knocked the bottle over, tipping it over in front of Jackson.

Jackson, with a quick kick on the table leg, made space between the table and the stool, and at the same time wrapped his hand around the landlady’s slender waist to hold her.

It felt so soft as if she had no bones.

But Jackson's pants were splashed with alcohol.

The woman jumped apologetically out of Jackson's arms and said, “I'm sorry, I didn't mean it... Let me help you.”

In a panic, she took out a tissue from the table and bent over to wipe Jackson’s pants.

When she bent down and got closer to Jackson, all views were in front of Jackson.

Harry was stunned. He narrowed his eyes to study the situation.

The landlady only wiped Jackson's pants without paying attention to the eyes of the two men.

As she did so, her hand would inevitably touch Jackson's thigh, sending a tingling current through Jackson's body.

The landlady seemed to notice it, stopped her hand in a moment, and looked up to see Jackson's eyes looking at her neckline.

Then she knew that she had exposed her breasts, and hurriedly pressed her hand over her chest.

The only thing that was left her speechless was that Jackson was too bold. He didn’t mean to move over his eyes.

When he was found, he looked as if nothing had happened and took it for granted.

The landlady was in a rage and scolded, “Jerk!”

Jackson picked her up and said solemnly, “Black lace is nice, but the size is too small and it is prone to mastitis. Change a bigger one would be better.”

“You... Shameless!”

Hearing this, the landlady's face flushed, threw Jackson's arm away, glared at him, and walked away.

Harry marveled that Jackson's flirty tricks were wonderful.

“Jackson, I can't believe you're not just good at games, but also at flirting with women! I'm totally impressed with you.”

Harry immediately had the idea of learning from Jackson.

Jackson couldn't say a word and chuckled. What he said was true. He was not flirting with the landlady.

But when he saw Harry's red face, he couldn’t help looking down his nose at him.

“Look at your red face and neck. You're not a virgin, are you?”

“Jackson, how did you know that? Honestly, have you been hitting on a lot of girls?” Harry asked with an envious look.

“Do you really want to hear it? Jackson tapped on the table and laughed.

“Sure, Jackson, you've got to teach me. Cheers.”

Harry gulped it down, and Jackson followed suit.

“That's a long story. When I was in Europe...”