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

have a crush on you. I don't feel safe at

the kiss. Now that I've kissed you, you belong to me. When you grow up, you must remember to marry me." "Dream on."

don't care. I gave you my first

her. "I'm not even 13 years old

until you grow up. Boys in our country can get married

"You kissed me,

Whitney's smile froze.

"Jens..."

you for child molestation, and yet, here you

Jenson sneered before leaving.

sighed in frustration and kicked the terrazzo gravel floor, creating a huge

the tiny pebbles that flew over and crashed

woman

head and a wicked cold light flashed

countenance, "Do you know why I don't like you,

know how to appreciate a good girl!" Jenson said, "Would anyone like a barbarian who only knows how to fight