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."

into his trap, an artful smile flashed in Jenson's eyes. Despite that, he continued to coax her, saying," Etiquette and martial arts classes are

"Don't you think you've underestimated me? I would've graduated a long time ago had it not been because I want to stay and keep you company for a few more years." Jenson pointed languidly in a direction using his chin. "The arena

ran toward the

turned back to Jenson and asked with concern, "Jens, what are you going to do if they bully

your good-looking face is ruined by those stinky boys who don't know

face was as

his trouser pockets clenched firmly as he struggled

to the etiquette class. You're not

a

Jenson, "If someone bullies you, Jens,

that, Whitney ran toward the

and fan-like eyelashes casting an

sorry, Whitney," Jenson muttered under his

then turned around

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