Lan Yaoyao climbed onto the bed proudly and snuggled under the covers, saying, "Alright, hurry up and tell a story until this Saintess falls asleep."
"Then I'll start," Ye Wutian sat at the head of the bed and began, "Once upon a time, there was a mountain, and on the mountain, there was a temple, in which there lived an old monk and a young monk. The old monk said to the young monk: Once upon a time, there was a mountain, on the mountain, there was a temple, in the temple, there was an old monk and a young monk, the old monk said to the young monk: Once upon a time, there was a mountain, on the mountain, there was a temple..."
"Hey! Why do you keep repeating the same line?" Lan Yaoyao complained.
"That's how the story goes, I can't help it," said Ye Wutian.
"No way! Change the story," Lan Yaoyao demanded.
