"Stella, do you like me?"
The young lady felt her body chill, as if a cold bucket of water was poured over her head.
Even Chiffon couldn't help but facepalm.
Zion really had no breaks. More accurately, he didn't have any social common sense, directly asking such an awkward question without beating around the bush.
"D-Do I like you?" Stella stuttered.
"Yes." Thirteen nodded. "Do you like me? What do you like about me? When did you start liking me? Did you feel good after you tasted my tralala?"
Chiffon and Stella almost puked blood after hearing the teenage boy's last question. The only saving grace was that Maple and Cinnamon didn't hear this conversation, busy playing with Giga and Blacky in the distance.
"W-Wait! One question at a time!" Stella placed her hand on Zion's lips, stopping him from asking any more questions.
When she was certain that Zion would no longer ask any question, she lowered the hands that covered his lips and averted his gaze.
