Sylvia's POV:

I thought that I could train with Flora, but then Warren showed up out of the blue.

Harry and I scooched over to make room for him to sit.

"Sit here, buddy. You're finally here! Please do help your weak wife," Harry teased.

I didn't know if it was because of the heat or because of Harry's words, but Flora's face turned even redder than Harry's hair.

"What wife?" Flora retorted in a low voice.

But it was time for us to practice on our own. Flora's words were soon drowned in the noise around her.

Warren glanced at her and repeated himself firmly. "I can train you."

A hint of embarrassment appeared on Flora's face. Blushing, she whispered shyly, "Thanks. I'm sorry to trouble you."

were they so formal and polite with each other? Were young couples so awkward and reserved in

stood up and

still in a

her slightly and hissed, "Hurry up. There

of this period of

as if her butt was glued to

on now." I nearly shoved her

Warren, I was left alone with Harry. Then Rufus

I didn't dare to act rashly. I wanted to wait until Rufus came a little closer. Unexpectedly, Harry rushed up

reasonable request. He had no

with the punching bags on the

finally got rid of Harry. He strode straight to me, grabbed my wrist, and started to

a daze,

have one more question! Do I really have to shave

was a little surprised to hear Harry's words. Grabbing Rufus' hand, I asked worriedly, "Did you ask

in an unfriendly tone, "Naturally. Colorful hair

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