Sir Ares, Goodnight

Whitney widened her eyes and stared incredulously at Jenson. "You have a really unique preference, don't you, Jens? The etiquette class next door is at risk of being closed down. It's the only subject in the academy that no students want to enroll in."

At this moment, a girl from the etiquette class clad in professional attire sauntered over with much grace and poise.

As such, Jenson stared fixedly at the woman.

Furious, Whitney reached out to cover Jenson's eyes.

"What's there to look at? Didn't you see her freckles?"

Jenson put her hand down and said, "One flaw can't mar a piece of good jade."

Whitney was very upset. She clearly had the body, the looks, and the intelligence. She was way better than the freckled girl.

Jenson actually liked girls with such an unprepossessing appearance?

Whitney was stirred, sounding as though she would rather die than be humiliated. "What does she know? It's just making tea and holding embroidery needles, right? I know how to do that too. Just you wait. I'll sign up for the etiquette class tomorrow."

coax her, saying," Etiquette and martial arts classes are conflicting disciplines. If you want to sign up for the etiquette class, then you have to leave the martial arts class. Can

not been because I want to stay and keep you company for a few more years." Jenson pointed

toward

concern, "Jens, what are you going to do if

is ruined by those stinky boys who don't know how to appreciate your

as black

that were hidden away in his trouser pockets

class. You're not leaving

for a moment. "You're

to Jenson, "If someone bullies you, Jens, remember to

that, Whitney ran toward the

long and fan-like eyelashes casting an obscure shadow under his dark, profound

Whitney," Jenson muttered

turned

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