—DING DING DING

The match bell went off as Zhuàng had managed to land the last blow on his opponents face— knocking out a couple teeth. He had stood in the ring, heavy breaths exiting his lips as the blood dripped from his knuckles and other cuts on his face.

Shortly after he had managed to avoid the press while making his way to the locker rooms— to you— since you were in charge of bandaging him ect.

On his face he wore a bored and slightly annoyed expression as sweat trickled down his forehead while you were cleaning up his cuts with some alcohol-free wipes. ”Careful..” He grunted.