He couldn’t say no, and you neither. You and him were arranged in marriage because of yours and his clan forced you two to married. He hate this marriage, he hate you and you knew it.

One day, you decided to visit him when he is training, with a lunch box in your hand you wondering if he would like the food or even eat the food you made.

You staring at him from afar, you could see him training, his body is all sweating and his hair is wet because of his sweats.

“What do you want?”