The Ascetic Headmaster Is Actually Easy to Flirt With

[Wild girl in a docile sheep's clothing, acting sweet on the outside but untamed underneath, a seductive schemer x aloof, sanctified, ascetic sect leader, outwardly cool and distant but inwardly obsessive and devoted]

In her previous life, Wangyue's life was a joke. The one person she never forgot was Mr. Heyin of the Daoist sect.

During the Jingkang era of the Great Song, he was her only sanctuary. He took her in and saved her. When the executioner's blade fell, she was the only one who rushed forward, fleeing for thirty years with his bloodied head in her arms.

When she opened her eyes, she was seventeen again.

The realm was still at peace, and Bianjing was flourishing like a dream. He was still the lofty paragon whom even the emperor respectfully called "Sir."

He had only three years left before his head would be separated from his body.

The wild girl who had once run with dockside ruffians had been given another life. Rules? Virtue? To hell with them! All she wanted was for him to live.

And so, an unruly young woman appeared at the Shangqing Palace in Bianjing.

In public, she lowered her eyes and acted obedient. In private, she seized every chance to brush up against him.

When he drank tea, she touched the back of his hand. When he lectured on the scriptures, she hooked a finger around his. When he meditated, she crouched down and blocked his lips, her eyes brimming with a fugitive's ferocity and stubbornness.

"Your Reverence keeps the rules and precepts so well, so why is your heart beating so fast?"

She stripped away his Daoist robes one layer at a time, slowly prying open his heart.

Who could have expected that her fatal tribulation would arrive, and she would die in his arms?

At that moment, the Daoist saint revered by all of Bianjing's people personally destroyed the Shangqing Palace. Ignoring the city's desperate pleas, he carried her away without looking back.

The Jin army massacred the city, leaving everyone in shock.

The saint of old said only: "All living things belong to the Way of Heaven. She belongs to me. Who gave her permission to leave first?"

[One-on-one romance, both leads' first love, happy ending. Twelve-year age gap.]

Set in the late Northern Song, a fictionalized take on unofficial history, with plenty of invented details.

Moral: When a saint gives in to selfish desire, that desire becomes a demon within.