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."

to coax her, saying," Etiquette and martial arts classes are conflicting disciplines.

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

ran toward the

Jenson and asked with concern, "Jens, what are you

don't know how to appreciate your beauty, then I'll cry myself

as

fists that were hidden away in his trouser pockets clenched firmly

to the etiquette class. You're not

for a moment. "You're

"If someone bullies you,

said that, Whitney ran toward

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

Jenson muttered

then turned

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