Archer Quinn felt a sudden tightening in his chest, unexpectedly resistant to her forthcoming response.
He seemed to not want to hear any words of rejection at all.
"Bella..."
As he began to speak, Bella Acker already started talking, with a serious look and tone, "Senior Quinn, since you're so sincerely praising me, it would look like I'm not appreciative if I didn't accept it. Thank you, muah. Actually, I do sometimes think I'm quite cute too."
Saying this, she shyly cupped her face and hesitated a couple of times.
Archer Quinn, who was eagerly anticipating her response: "..."
Bella's focus seems a bit different from others, doesn't it?
Thinking this, Archer Quinn laughed again and said, "It's one thing if someone else praises you, but you're praising yourself, vain girl."
"Hehe, I call it self-confidence," Bella said as she leaned forward slightly and glanced at the bag he was holding, "Senior Quinn, is this hot pot for me?"
