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.

found her lovely and extremely funny. But as the strictest military training instructor, he kept telling himself not to laugh. "Quick time, march! Left foot first, 75 cm

is 75 cm?' Blair wondered, totally confused. She wasn't good with numbers. When she turned around helplessly to look at Joslyn, she found that her friend was even more

catch up with Wesley. Wiping away the beads of sweat on her forehead, she

expectantly, Wesley just said, "Five kilometers.

two girls had to 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

asked Wesley out of the blue, "My waist? You

kept his silence.

"Bwahaha!" Joslyn roared.

"Halt!" Wesley commanded.

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

instructor to replace him in training the freshmen, resolving to focus on supervising the two

with arms akimbo. Exercise your ankles alternately. Half squat. Exercise your knees with your hands on them." When the warm-up was done, Blair felt like she was about to have heatstroke. There was no way she

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 feet and ordered her to

didn't stand up at all. She

me go," she pleaded in

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

he came back to his senses, he pushed her out of his arms

made of jello, she fell back into his

sunstroke and passed out during Wesley's training spread throughout

infirmary with Blair in his arms, every one of them envied the unconscious girl. They announced that if they could be held by

infirmary, Blair woke up to find Wesley sitting by the bed and

her awake, Wesley opened his mouth to say something, but he ended up reprimanding her with a long face, "You're too weak. You couldn't even run

replied, "I'm

with that. "I'm your military instructor. Don't talk

she was feeling better, she tried getting out of bed. She could actually get

was asking him to lend her a hand. "Get yourself out of bed. The heatstroke was