CHAPTER 89: CHAPTER 89: ARLO SEYS, WHAT TYPE OF GIRL DO YOU LIKE?

Ariel Morris looked around, trying to find an excuse for herself, and changed the topic, "Well, where’s Brother Dawn? Why don’t I see him?"

Arlo Seys turned around with his shoulder bag, "Dawn and the third one went to buy water."

Ariel Morris immediately lifted her legs and followed.

"Where are we going today? Why did we meet here? Arlo Seys, this is our first date! Just thinking about it makes me happy!" Ariel Morris said with a slightly shy look on her face.

Arlo Seys paused for a moment, "It was Dawn who invited you."

The implication was, Ariel Morris, you’re overthinking!

But Ariel Morris didn’t care about that, staying beside Arlo Seys with a bright smile on her face.

"Arlo Seys, I’ve been pursuing you for some time now, don’t you have even a slight feeling? They say the distance between a woman and a man’s heart is just a thin veil, but I think it’s a lie! It’s like an impenetrable iron shirt! Nothing gets through, I am almost out of ideas!"

"Arlo Seys, I’m really curious about what type of girl you like? Tell me, and I’ll work hard to transform myself in that direction!"

Arlo Seys swallowed and looked at Ariel Morris, about to speak. Ariel Morris immediately covered her face, quickly whispering, "Please don’t say you like gentle and elegant girls! I’m really not suited to be a gentle lady."

"Did I say..."

Just as Arlo Seys began to speak, Ariel Morris quickly interrupted him again, "And please don’t say you like cute and docile lolita types, I’m not suited for that either." Covering her face, she thought for a moment and added, "And don’t say you like strong and mature women, I don’t have that capability."

Watching her cover her face while denying all of his preferences, Arlo Seys couldn’t help but smile, "Then what type are you?"

Ariel Morris moved her fingers aside, revealing bright eyes, her eyebrows curved, and stammered, "I... I don’t look sweet and cute, not a lolita type. I’m not gentle enough, not a saint type. I’m not decisive enough, not a mature type. When I think about it, I seem to only know how to eat and sleep..."

Arlo Seys chuckled softly, "So, what type are you? A foodie?"

"..." Ariel Morris immediately moved her hands away from her face, "Arlo Seys, does your family need someone to eat with? If you can’t support me, I might - maybe - possibly - be able to support you?! I could barely count as a half self-reliant strong woman!"

Although the Morris Family adopted her and she never lacked food and clothing, she started to do part-time jobs during vacations from junior high school to earn her own pocket money and rarely used Morris Family’s money.

However, being young and not yet eighteen, she didn’t earn much, definitely not enough for tuition. She was very grateful for the tuition, as it was all provided by the Morris Family.

"Just be yourself, don’t change." Arlo Seys’s words carried an unintentionally light tone, and his mood lifted a bit.

Ariel Morris looked at him with her lively eyes, happily asking, "Are you saying you just like me as a foodie?"

Arlo Seys’s amused lips twitched slightly, "Ariel Morris, you’re overthinking!"

Ariel Morris wasn’t saddened by Arlo Seys’s words; instead, an excited smile bloomed on her face. She looked at Arlo Seys, "Arlo Seys, you remember my name? My efforts weren’t in vain, even though you haven’t accepted my feelings, at least my existence left an impression! Look, you remember my name now! This is such a pleasant surprise! Maybe if I try harder, I can win you over?"

"..."

When it comes to being thick-skinned, Arlo Seys truly admired the girl before him, Ariel Morris, from the bottom of his heart.