Sir Ares, Goodnight

Jenson's gaze fell on Whitney's hands. "Remove your hands," he commanded coldly.

Whitney gripped tighter and squeezed a bright smile a t him. "I have something to tell you, Lil' Jens."

"Go on then." Jenson looked impatient.

A coy smile exuded from Whitney's eyes. She suddenly stood on her toes and pressed her delicate lips on Jenson's.

As though struck by lightning, Jenson glared at her with his frosty and furious eyes.

Like a kid caught doing bad things, Whitney started blushing with shame. "I like you, Jenson."

Jenson wiped his lips that she had touched in disgust and snapped. "Are you mad?"

"Yes, I am mad. I like you. I'm madly in love with you." Whitney grinned.

"What did you consume to get so precocious?" Jenson said furiously.

"I've thought about it, Jens. I know we're both very young, and I did want to wait until you grew up a little more before confessing to you, but as you slowly grow taller, more and more girls in the academy are starting

crush on you. I don't feel

saying, "That's why I decided to seal the kiss. Now that I've kissed you, you belong

I gave you my first kiss, so you have to take responsibility

"I'm not even 13 years

know. I'll wait until you grow up. Boys in our country can get

me, and

Whitney's smile froze.

"Jens..."

sued you for child molestation, and yet,

Jenson sneered before leaving.

and kicked the terrazzo gravel floor, creating a huge hole in

and crashed

bad*ss woman like Whitney was in the martial arts

lit up in Jenson's head and a wicked cold light flashed across his handsome, charming

cold countenance, "Do you know

at him in a daze, then replied grumpily, "That's because you, kid, don't have good taste and don't know how to appreciate a good