"What's not to like? Ever since you entered this cave dwelling, Brother Xuanzang, you're no longer a monk; having a drink won't hurt," the Female Demon said with a beaming smile.
"Alright then!" Sun Wukong reluctantly nodded and agreed.
Only then did the Female Demon show her delight, as she looped her arm through Sun Wukong's, ready to drink cross-cupped wine.
Sun Wukong frowned, not keen on such a moment; if it had not been for the sake of buying Xuanzang some time, Wukong would have knocked her down with his staff already.
The female monster could see that although the monk verbally protested, wasn't he doing just fine?
In the eyes of this female monster, the monk was surely just feigning modesty.
Furthermore, his hand seemingly accidentally brushed against her, clearly taking advantage of her, all the while pretending to be a modest monk.
The Demon felt she was close to success and couldn't help being very pleased with herself.
