Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
The sound of punches and kicks echoed in the gym. Jeremy pushed open the door and took a glance at Noah, who was now shirtless and was punching the sandbag hanging by the ceiling.
Sweat dripped down Noah's bronze skin as he raised his left leg and kicked the sandbag, tearing the cloth in one sweep and causing the sand to flow down on the floor.
"That was one strong kick," Jeremy praised with claps. He strode inside the gym where the scent of hyacinth and sweat were mingling together. His eyes fell on the sand that was trickling down the sandbag and Jeremy winced, "It's too bad that you almost ruined a good punching bag. I remember this was from Flover, right?"
Noah panted as he took off the gloves from his hands. "What are you doing here, uncle?" He asked while walking over to the bench where he threw the gloves and picked up a towel to wipe his sweat.
