The Saintly Lord's Passion

What the heck? I just tripped while walking. And now, somehow... I’ve fallen into the Song Dynasty? Oh my god. What kind of nonsense is this? Fine, fine, fine. I’ll accept it. It’s not my fault I’m so gorgeous and dashing. Heaven’s jealous, and I don’t blame it. In fact, I feel sorry for it. But... this is going way too far! How could you possibly make me... make me...?

Who is this guy? He fell out of the sky? Fine, maybe he broke my arm when he landed on me and humiliated me in front of everyone. But then he has the nerve to accuse me of failing to catch him properly and hurting his adorable little bottom? Where’s the justice in that? Still, he really is so cute. When he gets mad, he pouts. When he’s dazed, he forgets to put on his shoes. When he’s tired, he sleeps; when he’s hungry, he eats. And when he’s bored, he bounces around. So cute! What? Go back? What a joke. I’m the revered ruler, second to none. What does he take me for, a toy? Something he can pick up when he wants and toss aside when he doesn’t? Dream on. Just wait till I catch you. First, I’ll burn everything you need to get back, once and for all! Then I’ll get him drunk, dance seductively right in front of him until he can’t resist me, and when he wakes up, I’ll act pitiful, sweet, and deeply devoted. Hmph, there’s no way he won’t fall for it!