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 to laugh. "Quick time,

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

with Wesley. Wiping away the beads

expectantly, Wesley just said, "Five kilometers.

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

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

his

"Bwahaha!" Joslyn roared.

"Halt!" Wesley commanded.

what was to come. "Wait

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

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

train Blair and Joslyn. It was so hot that Blair collapsed onto the ground after a while. But Wesley

didn't stand up at all. She

Please, let me go," she pleaded

was so soft that Wesley's brain went into

his senses, he pushed her out of his arms and

jello, she fell

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

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

find Wesley sitting

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 two

"I'm not a

wasn't happy with that. "I'm your

out of bed. She could actually get up

a hand. "Get yourself out of bed. The heatstroke was not that