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."

and polite with each other? Were young couples so awkward and reserved in their relationship these

and held out

still in a

hissed, "Hurry up. There aren't that many days before the

advantage of this period of

as if her butt was glued

nearly shoved

was left alone

closer. Unexpectedly, Harry rushed up to meet him halfway, rambling about how he wanted to pick his brain on some

had no choice but to be dragged away with

behind, alone with

of Harry. He strode straight to me,

in a daze, with Harry at our

one more question! Do I really have

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

tensed up and he said in an unfriendly tone, "Naturally. Colorful hair is not

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