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."

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

at all." Warren stood up and held out his hand to

was still in a

up. There aren't

this period

as if her butt was glued to the

on now." I nearly shoved her

led away by Warren, I was left alone with

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

a teacher, Rufus couldn't refuse a student's reasonable request. He had no choice

left behind, alone with the

He strode straight to me,

in a daze, with Harry

Duncan! I have one more question! Do I really

Grabbing Rufus' hand, I asked worriedly, "Did you ask

an unfriendly tone, "Naturally. Colorful hair is not allowed in

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