Dug his own grave

"No, no, when did I say that I was going to marry you?" Stella swallowed hard and tried hard to answer RK's question, which was as shocking as a bomb. "It will happen sooner or later," RK replied matter-of-factly. F*ck, why was this guy so confident... Stella lowered her head and ate her spicy rice noodles silently. She tried her best not to provoke RK, lest he make another big move that caught her off guard. "Stella, have you ever thought about what your future wedding looks like?" After a moment of silence, RK suddenly spoke, catching Stella off guard. "Huh? A wedding? It seems that I have never thought about it." "You are a woman, aren't you?" Usually, girls would fantasize about what their future wedding would look like. "Nonsense." Stella rolled her eyes. "Although I am not sure, I like the traditional style, which is very classical." RK remembered that their wedding six years ago was in the most vulgar style. There were many flowers, loud music, a priest, a public ring exchange,