"Pretty Girl, you've been drifting more and more recently, not even calling me Pretty Girl anymore." Pretty Girl said with a huff.
"Okay, darling Pretty Girl. Can you promise me one thing?" Tang San asked with a grin.
"You tell me, I'm listening." Pretty Girl looked at him warily, always feeling his smile was a bit odd.
Tang San said, "For our happiness and future, in the upcoming martial arts competition for marriage, if we encounter each other, I might offend you. After the competition ends and you know my concealed identity, you must forgive me and not be angry with me, okay?"
Pretty Girl looked at him suspiciously and said, "Why do I feel like you are guilty when you say that?"
