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.

But as the strictest military training instructor, he kept telling himself not to laugh.

with numbers. When she turned around helplessly to look at Joslyn, she found that her friend was even more puzzled

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

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

and your thumbs between the first joint of your index fingers and the second joint of your middle

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

kept his

"Bwahaha!" Joslyn roared.

"Halt!" Wesley commanded.

come. "Wait

asked another military training instructor to replace him in training the freshmen, resolving to focus on supervising the two girls to

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 would be able to finish the five kilometer

the students 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.

Blair didn't stand up at all. She fell into Wesley's

do it. Please, let me go,"

so soft that Wesley's brain went

her out of his arms and made

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

news that a junior had sunstroke and passed

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

Blair woke up to find Wesley sitting

up reprimanding her with a long face, "You're too weak. You couldn't even run

replied, "I'm

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

out of bed. She could actually get up on her own, but she stretched her arms towards

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