Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife

Carlos felt disgusted when he heard the person's voice, because the person in his bed wasn't Debbie, and wasn't even a woman. It was a man wearing a long wig!

In a split second, he broke free from the man's embrace and violently pushed him back onto the bed. "Ouch! Hey, take it easy!" Niles protested, his face contorted in pain. Carlos had pushed him so forcefully that Niles slipped off the bed and fell onto the floor.

Luckily the floor was covered with a carpet, so it was mostly his pride that was bruised.

With a dark face, Carlos stared down at the groaning surgeon and asked, "Where is my wife?"

Niles pointed at the curtain. Behind it, he could vaguely see a figure hiding there. Wasting no time, Carlos strode towards the window and ripped the curtain aside. Again, a person dashed out and jumped into Carlos' arms, saying, "Happy wedding to you, honey!"

Carlos spat out curse words at the man hugging him. Without warning, he gut punched him. Kinsley whined in pain and loosened his embrace at once. He held his stomach, unable to utter another word, gasping for breath.

Carlos asked a second time, "Where is my wife?"

Lifting a trembling finger, Kinsley weakly pointed to the walk-in closet. Carlos was getting irate. He had been hugged by two men now, and wasn't in the mood for a third. He slowly moved towards the closet.

However, before he could get there, a person sprung up from behind the dressing table and did the same thing as the others. Carlos tried not to be too violent. He was afraid he would hurt the real Debbie. Now once again, he had to be hugged by another man and hear him say, "Happy wedding to you, honey!"

Carlos shut his eyes in anger. Without opening them, he grabbed hold of the man's arm and was about to throw him outside. It was Xavier. He knew what was going on, listening behind the dressing table. When Carlos grabbed for his arm, he quickly sidestepped the angry man's attack.

Just in a few minutes' time, Carlos had been called "honey" by three men. He looked like a volcano on the verge of erupting. If he could, he would throw these three men into sea right now.

Niles was dressed in a nightgown. He tore the wig from his head and threw it on the floor. Then, he climbed onto the bed again and lay in the middle. Xavier lay next to him, while Kinsley sat on the edge of the bed, fumbling in his pocket for a cigarette.

Three men were on his bed. Carlos, the germophobe, could no longer hold back his anger. When he was about to blow his top, Niles tried to mollify him. "Calm down. This is a traditional wedding custom. Boys on the bed, for good luck," he teased.

traditional Chinese wedding, a virgin boy was supposed to sleep with the groom the night before the wedding. It

and virginal. Young? Maybe. But virginal?" He paused, shifting his ice-cold eyes to the other two, and continued between gritted teeth, "And it's

are. In some places, it's the night OF the wedding,

his empty hands and said, "So we did what we

let out a light cough and began to recite the blessing, "Virgin boys

us are virgins." Niles turned to Carlos. "We just

run out of patience. He wasn't interested in their stupid games. "Do you really consider yourselves teenage boys?" he snarled at them.

embarrassed, he still wanted to argue with Carlos. "Haven't you read any

Niles, unconvinced by his

back. He was enjoying this. It was fun to give Carlos a hard time.

to recite the blessing, "Wish you a baby

son. I have my hands full with two

go. He said, "Well, I need to have a son ASAP. I'll

sarcasm. "Don't bother. I won't let my daughter

old-fashioned, Carlos. Age doesn't matter at all. A husband with an older woman can still take good

Niles folded his arms and

with Debbie tonight, and wasn't in the mood to argue with them anymore. "Now, all of you, get

and playfully recited again, "Be a good son, respect your parents and uphold your family honor. The bride has sugar, so the groom is eager; the wedding night is precious, yet... marriage is

could be heard from the closet. Carlos noticed it, but he paid no attention to

estimated that there were at least ten people in his bedroom now, including himself. And only one

over his chest and took a look at his wristwatch. "Every second of my wedding night is

the door to the closet open. Decker came out, then Curtis, Wesley and others in tow. They had

looking at each person who emerged from the closet. Much to his disappointment, none of them were