"A—Ah! Slower, Master Long Zhen! You are too rough!"
"Slower? But your body wants more and harder. You can't handle it?"
"But it really hurts!"
"Okay, okay, I will be gentle," Long Zhen said while applying essential oil at James Grind's back. Long Zhen tried to lower the pressure on his hand and massaged James Grind's back carefully.
"You are the one who insisted on training with me," Long Zhen sighed. He already refused to spar with James Grind, but James Grind insisted that he was a fighter and Long Zhen should be careful.
"T—That is because I thought we are on par! Master Long Zhen is a meanie!" James Grind whined while holding the pain on his back. True, he was the first one to initiate the sparring. Because he thought he was on par with Long Zhen.
