The Grand Tutor's Daughter Has a Habit of Scaling Walls

Sitting on the wall, she crooked a finger at him. “Let’s make a bet. If I win, you’ll marry me.” The young man gave her a playful look with his lovely, peach-blossom eyes. “And what if you lose?” She smiled sweetly. “If I lose, I’ll marry you.” His smile grew brighter, and his voice was as gentle as water. “I lose. You win.”