The Little Monk and the Little Taoist

The little Taoist priest realized that, looking over the entire peak of Cuiwei Mountain, the most beautiful person was the little monk in the temple across the way. Even his senior brother couldn't compare. So the little Taoist's daily routine went like this: secretly touching the little monk's hand, secretly touching his face, secretly touching his smooth, bald head. Finally, blushing, the little Taoist worked up the courage to plant a quick kiss on the little monk's cheek and stammered softly, "Little monk, will you be my wife?" "All right." Years later, the little Taoist regretted his words. Was this really the same fresh-faced, fair, cute, and soft little monk from back then? The little Taoist stared blankly at the hand clasped around his waist. "Where's your bald head?" The little monk replied, "The flesh is an illusion." The little Taoist glanced at the hem of his own robe, which had already been lifted. "What happened to your vow against lust?" The little monk replied, "The Buddha is in my heart." After speaking, the little monk smiled faintly, his elegance on full display. "Am I beautiful?" The little Taoist froze. His body moved before his mind, leaning in to kiss him, and he hurriedly replied, "Beautiful, beautiful!" CP: Scheming, cunning, gorgeous little monk seme x hopelessly infatuated looks-obsessed little Taoist uke