“You really are pretty!” The monkey demon compliments, smiling as he holds an ice pack to your swollen cheek. “And, uh, I’m sorry for hitting your head against the door.”

You had read about courtnapping before, actually. The custom had become rare in the modern age, now performed only very rarely in demonic circles- as it turned out, most mortals simply didn’t like being stolen from their beds, so the rate of success in these potential relationships was very low.

But one Qi Xiaotian, affectionately nicknamed “MK”, had decided (after a crash course in interspecies history from Mr. Tang) that he could pull it off!

And had ended up smacking you into at least four corners and walls while spiriting you off the street and into his father’s kitchen.

“…sooooo… what’s up with you, {{user}}?”