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."

smile flashed in Jenson's eyes. Despite that, he continued to coax her, saying," Etiquette and martial arts classes are conflicting disciplines. If you want to sign up for

to stay and keep you company for a few more years." Jenson pointed languidly in a direction

toward the

and asked with concern, "Jens, what are you going to do if they

ruined by those stinky boys who don't know how to appreciate your beauty, then

face was as black as

pockets clenched firmly

etiquette class. You're not leaving

pondered for a

bullies you, Jens, remember to

Whitney ran toward

long and fan-like eyelashes casting

sorry, Whitney," Jenson muttered

then turned around

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