Sir Ares, Goodnight

Jenson decided to stay and recuperate in Whitney's dormitory. She very attentively took care of him.

Nonetheless, they were still pure-hearted young boys and girls. Jenson had slight mysophobia too. The two people faced a very embarrassing problem when Jenson wanted to take a bath. When he made this request, Whitney's ears started to burn. "A bath? What nonsense? Your entire body is covered in wounds. They'll get infected if they're wet."

Jenson murmured in dissatisfaction, "There are surely some spots I can wash up. You can help me with the wiping."

Whitney jumped up in surprise. "Me? Help you?"

Jenson nodded, his eyes filled with mischief.

Whitney could sense it now. The guy was deliberately tricking her. She became cheekier, stepped forward, and said, "Take off your pants."

Jenson gave her an unruly smile and said, "Are you blind? My hand is hurt so how can I take them off? How about you help me out?"

Whitney looked at his other hand, which was perfectly fine. She asked, "Isn't that hand alright?" "How can I do it with one hand? It's uncoordinated."

Whitney gnashed her teeth in anger.

an ordinary person could not do it with one hand, perhaps she would take their words for it. However, as a martial arts practitioner, he should be able to stand against an army with one

are so many self-reliant disabled people in this world. You're being much worse than them," Whitney complained. However, she still brought a bucket of warm water over and began to wash his face and

down with a laid-back look on his

are my sisters alright?" He suddenly showed concern for Roxie and the

poking his wounds. "Why on earth did you get yourself that many so-called sisters? Being surrounded by so many pretty girls every day, you sure

looked rather cute. He smiled and teased her," Aren't they extremely gorgeous? And very charming? Plus, they're undoubtedly gentle too." Whitney picked up the big knife next to her and slashed off a corner of the coffee table

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Jenson immediately

very carefully glanced at Whitney. Seeing that her anger was

should be

You walk faster than a gust of wind, and your voice is as loud as a bell. That aggressiveness makes you seem like a tomboy. Any man will feel intimidated when they

waist while walking toward Jens with a smile. She squeezed out the most gentle voice and

on

was the exact opposite of

You don't suit this sort of demeanor," said