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

the beads

said, "Five kilometers.

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 fingers and the second joint of your middle

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

kept his silence.

"Bwahaha!" Joslyn roared.

"Halt!" Wesley commanded.

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

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

with your hands on them." When the warm-up was done, Blair felt like she was about to have heatstroke. There was no

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

everyone's surprise, Blair didn't stand up at all.

I can't do it. Please, let me go," she pleaded in a

was so soft that Wesley's brain

back to his senses, he pushed her

of jello, she fell back into his arms. In the end,

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

saw Wesley running towards the infirmary with Blair in his arms, every one of them envied the unconscious girl. They announced that

Wesley sitting by the bed and staring at

mouth to say something, but he ended up reprimanding her with a long face,

"I'm

"I'm your military instructor. Don't talk back to

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

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