The female student council president was dumbfounded.
She couldn't comprehend how her beauty was related to being asked out for a meal.
Subconsciously, the female student council president voiced the doubt in her heart.
"What does being asked out to eat have to do with whether I'm beautiful or not?"
Amidst her words, the female student council president was completely kneeling in the passenger seat, staring at Jason.
"If you don't treat me to a meal, how can I say you're beautiful?"
Jason answered very straightforwardly.
The female student council president was taken aback.
It took her a full three or four seconds to react.
"Are you saying I'm ugly?!"
Her voice involuntarily rose in pitch, becoming sharp and piercing.
Any woman, when faced with questions about her looks, would involuntarily lose her cool.
"No."
"As long as you treat me to a meal."
"No matter how ugly you are, I will say you're beautiful."
Jason shook his head, answering earnestly.
Huff! Huff!
