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

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

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

she was waiting expectantly, Wesley just said,

Wesley corrected them constantly. "Raise your arms to your waist. Keep your fingers closed and your thumbs between

and asked Wesley out of the blue, "My waist? You mean the place where you put your

his silence.

"Bwahaha!" Joslyn roared.

"Halt!" Wesley commanded.

to come. "Wait here!" he

training the freshmen, resolving to focus on supervising the

When the warm-up was done, Blair felt like she was about to have heatstroke. There was no way she would be able to finish the five

of Y City Language and 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

stand up at all. She fell into Wesley's

do it. Please, let me

voice was so soft that Wesley's

pushed her out of his arms and made her stand

if she were made of jello, she fell back into his arms. In the end, Blair

passed out

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

infirmary, Blair woke up to find Wesley

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

replied, "I'm not

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

bed. She could actually get up on her own, but

her a hand. "Get yourself out of bed. The heatstroke