"Here!" Claudia Ross pointed to her right shoulder.
Esmee Perry stretched her neck, puckering her jelly-like red little lips and blew on Claudia Ross's shoulder.
"Hoo... hoo..."
She blew hard for a long time.
After blowing, she asked with concern, "Aunt Carol, does it still hurt?"
"Much better now."
Claudia Ross lovingly patted Esmee Perry's head.
The little girl had a ponytail today, her hair black and shiny, smooth like satin.
Such good hair at such a young age, she could braid it into all kinds of cute styles.
Every time she saw Esmee Perry, Claudia Ross really wished for a daughter to fill the void in her heart.
Esmee Perry smiled happily, naively saying, "Every time daddy has a stomachache, as long as I blow on it, daddy gets better right away, daddy says the air I blow is magic medicine, it can cure a hundred ailments!"
Wyatt Perry's tall tales probably only Esmee Perry would believe.
However, his skill at coaxing children was much better than at coaxing women.
