Jia gasped as he pulled her forward, her balance slipping for just a second. But that second was all he needed. Mingshen twisted, using his strength to throw her off her feet.
Jia barely managed to brace herself, landing with a sharp thud against the matted floor. Before she could recover, he was already moving, pinning her wrist down with one hand while his other hovered near her throat, just a hair's breadth away from a decisive victory to push her towards the punching bag.
"Got you," he murmured, eyes gleaming with triumph.
Jia's gaze darkened. "Not yet."
Before he could tighten his hold, she bucked her hips and twisted her wrist in one sharp movement, breaking free from his grip. Mingshen grunted as she used her legs to push him off her, flipping their positions in a heartbeat. Now she was on top, her knee pressing against his chest, one arm twisted behind his back.
His smirk widened. "Not bad."
She exhaled, catching her breath. "You were saying?"
