Chapter 1081


    Jenson''s gaze fell on Whitney''s hands. "Remove your hands," hemanded coldly.


    Whitney gripped tighter and squeezed a bright smile a t him. "I have something to tell you, Lil’


    Jens."


    "Go on then." Jenson looked impatient.


    A coy smile exuded from Whitney''s eyes. She suddenly stood on her toes and pressed her delicate


    lips on Jenson''s.


    As though struck by lightning, Jenson red at her with his frosty and furious eyes.


    Like a kid caught doing bad things, Whitney started blushing with shame. "I like you, Jenson."


    Jenson wiped his lips that she had touched in disgust and snapped. "Are you mad?"


    "Yes, I am mad. I like you. I''m madly in love with you." Whitney grinned.


    "What did you consume to get so precocious?" Jenson said furiously.


    "I''ve thought about it, Jens. I know we''re both very young, and I did want to wait until you grew up a


    little more before confessing to you, but as you slowly grow taller, more and more girls in the


    academy are starting


    to have a crush on you. I don''t feel safe at all."


    After a pause, Whitney gritted her teeth and pressed her luck, saying, "That''s why I decided to seal


    the kiss. Now that I''ve kissed you, you belong to me. When you grow up, you must remember to


    marry me."


    "Dream on." Jenson spat out these two words.


    Whitney stamped her feet. "I don''t care. I gave you my first kiss, so you have to take responsibility


    for that."


    Jenson stared speechlessly at her. "I''m not even 13 years old yet."


    Whitney replied, "I know. I''ll wait until you grow up. Boys in our country can get married at 18."


    Jenson said, "You kissed me, and that’s child molestation."


    Whitney''s smile froze.


    "Jens..."


    Jenson said, "I haven’t even sued you for child molestation, and yet, here you are asking me to be


    responsible?"


    Whitney,"..."


    Jenson sneered before leaving.


    Whitney sighed in frustration and kicked the terrazzo gravel floor, creating a huge hole in the ground


    that sent mud sshing at Jenson''s feet.


    Jenson stared at the tiny pebbles that flew over and crashed into another hole in the ground. He felt


    quite... jealous.


    How could he possibly graduate if a bad*ss woman like Whitney was in the martial arts ss?


    Suddenly, a lightbulb lit up in Jenson''s head and a wicked cold light shed across his handsome,


    charming gaze.


    Jenson slowly turned around and said with a cold countenance, "Do you know why I don''t like you,


    Whitney?"


    Whitney stared at him in a daze, then replied grumpily, "That’s because you, kid, don''t have good


    taste and don''t know how to appreciate a good girl!"


    Jenson said, "Would anyone like a barbarian who only knows how to fight all day?"


    Whitney frowned. "What’s wrong with fighting? I can protect you. You just need to keep being the


    beautiful boy that you are."


    After thinking about it, she suddenly cried out to Jenson, "I’ll take care of you in the future, Jenson."


    Jenson''s good-looking eyebrows started twitching. He really wanted to curse, ''Take care my *ss!''


    Why would he, the young master of Grand Asia, need a woman to take care of him?


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    "I don’t like women who can fight," Jenson said.


    Whitney was stunned. Seeing that Jenson was trying t o imply something, she hopped over to him


    in delight. "What kind of girls do you like then, Jens?"


    Jenson''s gaze fell on her hands that were now used to holding cold des. He wondered if she


    would grow ustomed to holding embroidery needles if he asked her to?


    "I like gentle and considerate women who are great at needlework and take part in tea ceremonies."


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