"You just dumped me here and ran off, so you're done with me now, is that it?"
...
'Good grief...'
Yang An's mouth couldn't help but twitch.
He had no idea what had gotten into the Bow Lady. She was acting like a spurned wife in her boudoir, which suddenly made him very uncomfortable.
Especially since his current identity was that of a Monk.
If this voice from the Quiet Chamber were to get out, wouldn't he, the dignified Buddha's Son of Great Virtue Temple, be seen as a womanizing Monk?
What would the other Monks think?
What would the Bodhisattvas think?
What would Buddha think?
"Bow Lady, let's talk this out nicely. If you're going to play games like this, then I won't be so polite."
"You little punk, how are you going to be impolite? I'm a bow. What, you think you can do something to a bow?"
"Heh heh."
A playful smile immediately appeared on Yang An's face.
A long, long... arrow suddenly appeared in his hand.
"Wh-what are you trying to do?"
