The Monk and the Princess

You can't just have your way with me and then run off. That's not a good habit, Princess.

Seriously:

"Since I have broken my vows, I have no reason to remain at the National Temple."

Sheng Kong smiled radiantly, the vermilion mark between her brows looking more alluring than ever.

"Which vow?" The abbot didn't even raise his head. His brows lowered as he counted his prayer beads, his voice sounding distant and indistinct.

"The vow of celibacy." Sheng Kong laughed boldly, wildly and without restraint.