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.

funny. But as the strictest military training instructor, he kept telling himself not to laugh. "Quick time, march! Left foot

good with numbers. When she turned

still couldn't catch up with Wesley. Wiping away the beads of sweat

she was waiting expectantly, Wesley just said, "Five kilometers. At the double,

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

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

his silence.

"Bwahaha!" Joslyn roared.

"Halt!" Wesley commanded.

about what was to come. "Wait here!" he said

in training the freshmen, resolving to focus on supervising

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 kilometer mark.

hot that Blair collapsed onto the ground after a while. But Wesley wasn't going to give her a break. He pulled her

surprise, Blair didn't stand up at all.

let me go," she

Wesley's brain went into fantasy mode.

back to his senses, he pushed her

fell back into his arms. In the end, Blair

that a junior had sunstroke and passed out during

every one of

up to find Wesley

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

replied, "I'm not a

"I'm your military

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

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