Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife

Joslyn asked Blair in a whisper, "How is it going between you and Wesley? He didn't even look at you. It's as if he doesn't even know who you are."

Blair twitched her mouth unhappily. "I suppose he has forgotten my name. Besides, he is the aloof type in nature."

"How could he forget your name? You told me that you kissed him. I thought everything was going great between you two," Joslyn commented with a wicked smile.

"I only kissed him on the corner of his mouth. It's not what you think." Blair's phone buzzed. She took it out of her pocket and unlocked the screen.

It was from Hartwell. "Hartwell is coming home in one or two days. What do you think of a get-together?" she asked Joslyn as she read his message.

Joslyn pondered for a while, and then asked, "Ideally speaking, how much older do you think a man could be than a woman in a relationship?"

Blair looked at Wesley, who was walking towards them now, and answered, "Four years." He was four years older than her.

Joslyn was pretty disappointed. "Four? But your cousin, Hartwell, is ten years older than me! Should I give up?" she asked with a pout.

Blair put her phone away and said in a hurry, "You and Hartwell are a different case."

As soon as she finished, Wesley came up to them. Standing straight, he commanded, "Attention!"

Blair and Joslyn stopped talking at once and stood straight as an arrow.

"Left turn!" Wesley commanded once again.

Initially, Blair had been standing to Joslyn's left, and now, she was face to face with her.

Joslyn burst out laughing. Blair realized she had turned the wrong way.

She turned around to her left quickly and stood to attention.

lovely and extremely funny. But as the strictest military training instructor, he kept telling himself not

totally confused. She wasn't good with numbers. When she turned around

still couldn't catch up with Wesley. Wiping away the beads of sweat on her forehead,

just said, "Five kilometers. At the

start running. Wesley corrected them constantly. "Raise your arms to your waist. Keep your fingers closed and your thumbs between the first joint of your index fingers and the second joint

looked at her own waist, and asked Wesley out of the blue, "My waist? You mean the place where you put your hands the other

kept his silence.

"Bwahaha!" Joslyn roared.

"Halt!" Wesley commanded.

had an ominous feeling about what was to come. "Wait here!"

him in training the freshmen,

done, Blair felt like she was

Culture University saw Wesley train Blair and Joslyn. It was so hot that Blair collapsed onto the ground after a while. But Wesley wasn't going to give her a break. He pulled her to her

stand up at

me go," she pleaded in

voice was so soft that Wesley's brain went into fantasy mode.

his senses, he pushed her out of his arms and made her

fell back into

news that a junior had sunstroke and passed out during Wesley's training spread

horrible piece of news, but when the girls saw Wesley running towards the infirmary with Blair in his arms, every one of them envied the

the infirmary, Blair woke up to find Wesley

her awake, Wesley opened his mouth to say something, but he ended up reprimanding

"I'm

your military instructor. Don't talk

Since she was feeling better, she tried getting out of bed. She could actually get up on her own, but she stretched her arms towards

understood that she was asking him to lend her a hand.