With a serious expression on his face, Noah Drexler walked over to Summer Shawcross, watching her earnestly practicing her horse stance, sweat dripping down her face, somewhat moved.
Summer turned her head to glance at Noah standing beside her, finally readying herself to get up.
But just as she was about to move, she realized that her legs were numb from holding the horse stance for too long.
As she furrowed her eyebrows, looking a bit embarrassed and ready to sit down, a large hand suddenly appeared at her waist.
Immediately after, he pulled her up forcefully, and Summer was brought to her feet by him.
"I can do it myself." She glanced up at him and couldn't help but say.
She didn't want his help.
Noah lowered his eyes, staring at her sweat-drenched, flushed face. His eyes flickered as he couldn't help but ask her quietly.
"Do you really want to learn martial arts?"
Summer nodded without thinking, a mischievous look appearing on her face.
