The girl was utterly disappointed and cast a hostile glance at Liang Anya.
The other female trainees, seeing this, also dispersed.
"Who wants to do yoga with you?" Liang Anya reacted and tried to pull her arms out of his grasp.
But she couldn't pull them out.
Tried again.
Still couldn't pull them out!
His palms were like firm blades, clasping her wrists tightly, immovable, his gaze challenging and persistent, unwilling to let go.
She was furious.
The yoga music softened, and the yoga instructor's voice came through, "Anya, what's wrong? Is there an issue?"
With everyone's eyes on her, she gritted her teeth and could only shake her head, "No problem!"
The yoga instructor indicated, "Okay. Then let's begin. For the Chair Pose, we need the taller one in a pair to bend their knees and legs to form a chair, while the shorter trainee will sit on the 'chair's' lap."
The trainees followed the instructor's guidance and began executing the pose one by one.
