Liu Mingyan has not been knocked flat on her back by a human with no golden core since she was a child, and that had been nothing like this. Janet has her pinned down by the wrists, her strong thighs bracketing her hips. Their chests heave in unison, the slashes Liu Mingyan inflicted earlier on Janet's clothing allowing tantalizing glimpses through to the skin beneath: the swell of her breasts, the curve of her stomach. Liu Mingyan's lips part, only half obscured by her veil, which has come askew. She presses up into Janet's hold; not truly attempting to break it, just testing, and enjoying the strength she is testing against.