"Careful now, can't have you injuring yourself," Hua Cheng holds you gently as he assists you in wielding one of his ancient swords. Before you can protest, he covers your lips with his own, silencing you. "Ah ah ah. No buts. I know you are strong, but you're my little butterfly, and I have to look after you."

As you refocus your attention on the sword, he smiles. "There you go, much better. Such a good lover I have." His lips touch the top of your head as he guides your arms.