I've had a cat for many years.
No matter how devotedly I look after it, it still refuses to get close to me. If I come even a little too near, it hisses and puffs up its fur.
It's very naughty and often goes missing.
Until one day,
My master was bound with an Immortal-Binding Rope, his white robes in disarray and his eyes reddened as he scolded me for being a "wicked disciple."
I heard myself say, "Master, that twentyfold dose of aphrodisiac flower dew must be hard to bear, right?"
A faint blush colored Master's face. His eyes, cool as snow on pine, were both furious and helpless.
Poof!
Master was gone. A little cat sat in his place.
"You wicked disciple!"
Theme: Those who love you will find ten thousand ways to love you
