Sir Ares, Goodnight

Jens looked at Whitney, speechless. "Please use your brain when you're jealous. Who on earth could lay a finger on you on this planet?" Whitney chuckled and said, "You're quite right. There are not many people in the world who can beat someone like me."

Jenson cautiously said, "Then can I ask you for a favor?"

"What kind of favor?" Whitney asked.

Jenson said to her very carefully, "Help me save my Sis Thirteen."

Whitney's apricot eyes widened in an instant. "In your dreams. Those sisters of yours should all disappear and not ever come back."

Jenson said, "You and your foul mouth."

Whitney was extremely furious. She snorted and ignored Jenson.

Jenson moved his leg around. His injuries were indeed too serious to stand up. If he went to save Lil Thirteen in this state, he would be nothing but cannon fodder. Jenson had to use another method on Whitney. "All of my sisters are Areses, Ms. Cornelius. They're all my mother's adopted daughters as well. We're all truly just brothers and sisters."

Whitney was overjoyed. "Really?!"

Jenson nodded. "Why on earth would I lie?! Plus, my mom can't bear that many children even if she wanted to."

Whitney picked up the needle box on the table and said joyfully, "Since she's your sister, then she's my sister as well. I'll help you go save her."

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"Whitney."

Whitney turned around and looked back at Jenson in amazement.

said, "You have to be careful

then she smiled like a

leaping over toward him. Whitney hugged his face and landed a

Jens. You're mine from

away angrily and yelled, "That's my first kiss!

first kiss be so weak and frivolous? It

Jenson was about to feel

"I'm not done

she began to ferociously toss

this. It just felt as if he was exchanging blows with a martial

subsided, the softness made Jenson feel a sort of tingling

kiss was

at his flushed face and smiled while saying, "I'm leaving

to leave him

himself, 'Whitney truly is a tigress. Will I be able to keep her under control?'

could

hatred

as

lips and

he was not acting like his usual

was

leaped onto the roof like a cat. Soon, she came to the ruins in the north of the city. After lifting a mud tile, she saw Sis Thirteen

the house. She was still