I, Lin Xiaoyu, dress up as a Tang monk who goes to the West to learn Buddhist scriptures.
He has a handsome monk face but a girl's heart in his arms.
Not only was he afraid of the dark and insects on the road, but he was also always distracted by his eldest disciple's dazzling eight-pack abs.
Wukong thought he had a cowardly master who would protect him all day long and tear off his clothes to show off his muscles when fighting.
Until the Queen of the Daughter Kingdom wanted to recruit me as her son-in-law, he pushed me against the wall, his golden eyes burning with anger that I couldn't understand:
"Master, oh no... Little lady."
"Do you still want to take this scripture?"
