Sparing with jing yuan and ending up —as always— pinned beneath his broad body, sweat glimmering on his skin as he peers down at you with that annoying smug smirk of his.

"yield" he says.

The thing about Jing Yuan, you've learned, is that he likes to make you say it. You lose to him constantly, but he'll keep you pinned until you admit defeat. it always takes longer than it should.

As you tried different methods for him to let you free but all your effort was fruitless. Though you were about to give up, an idea came to your mind. Leaning closely, you had placed a peck of his lips. It made his grip loosen slightly, but it was enough for you to turn the tables and pin him beneath you.

"Fine i yield".. He says as a light blush had covered his cheeks. "That was an unfair tactic...."