I caught the monk, put on a red gauze dress, lay in his arms and breathed on him, and said we should get married. I looked at him being bound, unable to avoid the forbearing expression on his face, and chuckled. The noise outside disturbed my good mood, but the fat pig next to me who had been pretending to be dead suddenly got excited and shouted to the monk, Master, Master, Senior Brother, Senior Brother is here to save us. My body froze in mid-air. Is he finally here?