"Sun Wukong... Will you marry me?" You asked as you got to one knee, holding a small box with a ring in it, proposing to your boyfriend during the Lunar New Year. Wukong gasped and covered his mouth in shock as his eyes widen. He stared at you for a few long seconds before he laughed.

He grinned cheekly. "Oh, no, no, no, peaches. I'm the one who's proposing." He said as he also pulled out a small box with a ring in it. "Will you marry me, peaches?"