"...Damn it!" Jackson Russo couldn't help but shout out, "I'm not!"
Bisexual, into both men and women, how could he possibly do something so disgusting?!
Also, his brother actually called him a "scumbag."
Is this still his brother?!
But calming down, he suddenly realized—
"If you don't trust me, why drag me out?!"
"For a drive."
A gust of cold wind suddenly howled past, and Jackson Russo shivered unexpectedly.
In the middle of winter, chilling on the rooftop?!
What a mess!
But in front of his brother, he definitely wouldn't say that.
Hugging his body in distress, Jackson Russo stood in front of him, looking down at the hospital park below through the iron net, the evergreens swayed, with scattered individuals supporting or pushing patients taking a stroll for fresh air.
A common human theater.
His face gradually cooled, and he put both hands into his pockets.
The aura around him wasn't much better than the biting wind on the rooftop.
