It was the first time she saw George practicing free–fighting.
George was deep in thought and didn’t notice Isabelle standing at the door. With increasing force, each punch he threw hit the punching bag. His black tank top exposed his muscular arms, and his biceps tensed, displaying smooth and beautiful muscle lines.
After a long flight, Isabelle felt tired. Upon her return, an eye–catching scene greeted her. She chose to remain silent, merely admiring George’s punch.
The sound of punches hitting the sandbag echoed in the spacious boxing room, giving a palpable sense of power with each hit.
Lost in his thoughts. George suddenly noticed something out of the corner of his eye. He immediately stopped, holding the rebounding sandbag in place. He had a vague premonition.
RESTRICTED CONTENT
Sorry, this chapter is locked. Only readers with active membership account can access this page.
Visit https://virtual-novel.net/donate/ to have active membership account.
Alternative site is available for free readers (no regular updates for some titles)
OR LOGIN: