บท 67: Kissing field

"That's not fair!" Jasmine protested when his words sunk in. What kind of bet was that?

"Then don't lose." An evil smile was plastered on his face when he prepared himself. Her instinct told her that he was hoping for her to lose and she knew that it was right.

"Ready?" He twirled his sword in his hand, looking unusually invigorated. Yeah, he really did hope for her to lose.

"Wait wait. I need to brace myself." She was more nervous under his gaze than she was about his condition of kissing her if she lost again.

"Okay. I'll attack on the count of three." He announced. Apparently, that was all it was supposed to take to prepare herself mentally. It wasn't even enough to wipe her sweat and straighten her dress.

He was delighted in her misfortune a little too much and he wasn't even trying to hide his smirk. Darned fish.

"One." He started his count and she could only brace herself.