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.

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

on. You're supposed to be young and virginal. Young? Maybe. But virginal?" He paused,

up on the bed and shook his head. "Depends on where you are. In some places, it's the night OF the wedding, and in others, the boys

"So we did

let out a light cough and began to recite the blessing, "Virgin boys on your connubial bed, good

turned to

He wasn't interested in their stupid games. "Do you really

wanted to argue with Carlos. "Haven't you read any martial arts fiction? A virgin is just someone who hasn't had sex, whether

his eyes at Niles, unconvinced by his

It

"Wish you a baby boy

hands full with two daughters," Carlos cut

said, "Well, I need to have a

bother. I won't let my daughter

Carlos. Age doesn't matter at all. A husband with an older

his arms and nodded

a sweet moment with Debbie tonight, and wasn't in the mood to

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

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

at least ten people in his bedroom now, including himself. And only one of them

he crossed his arms over his chest and took a look at his wristwatch. "Every second of

Curtis, Wesley and others in tow. They had been waiting there a

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