Sir Ares, Goodnight novel (Jay Ares and Rose)
Chapter 2320

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.

If 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 arm.

"There 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 wipe his upper body.

Jenson was merely lying down with a laid-back look on his face.

"By the way, are my sisters alright?" He suddenly showed concern for Roxie and the others.

Whitney became jealous. She was so angry that she began 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 have great luck with girls."

Seeing that she was getting jealous, Jenson thought that she 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 in one swipe.

She stared at Jenson fiercely.

Meanwhile, Jenson immediately zipped his mouth.

He very carefully glanced at Whitney. Seeing that her anger was slowly subsiding, his mouth began to run off again.

"You should be learning from them.

Take a look at yourself. 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 see you..."

Whitney tossed her big knife aside and suddenly pinched her waist while walking toward Jens with a smile. She squeezed out the most gentle voice and said, "I was wrong, Jens. Don't worry. I'll be very gentle in the future. I'll become your little flower."

Jens almost choked on his own saliva.

This was the exact opposite of his desired effect.

"Forget it. You don't suit this sort of demeanor," said Jenson, becoming more practical and realistic.

Whitney said, "No, no, no. Since you prefer this sort of girl, then I'll definitely turn myself into this kind of girl."

Her voice sounded akin to a vixen now.

Jenson helplessly said, "Ms. Cornelius, you should switch back to your original self."

Whitney was furious over Jens' fickleness. She scowled in anger. "I was able to train myself and turn embroidery needles into invisible weapons for you. Turning myself into a gentle girl isn't an easy task." Jenson looked at her fierce declaration and nodded. "Alright. Just become your own version of a gentle girl."

Whitney was relieved now.

Then, she told Jenson about the sisters' situation. "All of your sisters were poisoned. But don't worry, they're only mildly injured. Once the poison leaves their system, they'll be fine. However, your Sis Thirteen is stiffmissing."

Jenson quickly sat up upon hearing her words. "That can't be. I have to go save her."

Whitney said with much envy and jealousy, "What if I was the one hurt? Would you care about me this much too?"