That day, the Demon King of the Three Realms was lying on a tiger-patterned stone chair, playing with the feathers of the phoenix-winged purple-gold crown. His coquettish golden pupils were half-open and half-closed, and he stretched out his hand to her with a smile on his fangs-exposed lips -
"I want to be king and live together with heaven. Since you are my peach, you should live with me forever and live forever!"
PS: Don't worry about the label, you can't change it if it's wrong :-)
Purpose: Singing anti-Journey to the West