I Lost Control and Was Held Down in the Buddhist Hall by the Ascetic Buddhist Disciple, Who Made Me Cry.

He was regarded as an ascetic Buddhist by the whole city, and he practiced asceticism for ten years. He was as cold as frost and was not close to women. On their wedding night, he tore her cassock into pieces and pressed her into the red curtain. He bit her earlobe and whispered, "For you, I am willing to go to hell."