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

pressed her luck, saying, "That's why I decided to seal the kiss. Now that I've kissed you, you belong to me. When you grow up, you must remember to marry me." "Dream on." Jenson spat out these

stamped her feet. "I don't care. I gave you my first kiss,

"I'm not even 13 years

until you grow up. Boys

said, "You kissed me,

Whitney's smile froze.

"Jens..."

you for child molestation, and yet, here you are asking me to be responsible?"

Jenson sneered before leaving.

and kicked the terrazzo gravel floor, creating a

tiny pebbles that flew over and crashed into another hole in the ground. He

bad*ss woman like

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

around and said with a cold countenance,

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 girl!"