Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife

Blair's head was spinning. When she could finally think clearly, she found herself sitting at the table already.

The dishes on the table remained untouched. Megan sat on the couch, playing games on her phone. Seeing Wesley and Blair were back already, she put her phone away and stood up.

"Where did you go? I'm starving. Let's eat," Megan said pouting as she sat opposite Blair.

Blair smiled. "I took a walk." She was surprised to know that Wesley and Megan hadn't eaten yet. 'Was he waiting for me, then?'

Wesley took the seat next to her and threw her a pair of chopsticks. "Here. Eat."

Blair picked up the chopsticks and tried a couple pieces of tofu. The dinner was already cold.

"I'll heat these up," she said as she stood up.

Wesley dragged her back into her seat with one hand. "It's not too cold. Don't go to the trouble. Just eat."

The heat had been turned on, so the dishes were just room temperature. Blair sat back.

After taking a couple bites, Megan complained, "The beef bone broth is cold. Uncle Wesley, can you warm it up for me? It might cause a tummy ache if we eat it cold."

"Okay." Wesley dropped his chopsticks and walked into the kitchen, carrying the beef bone broth.

Blair gaped at him. 'He just said the dishes weren't that cold.'

After dinner, the three of them left Wesley's place together. Wesley was going to drive Megan home, and Blair went back to her own apartment.

When the doorbell rang, Blair was relaxing, reading on the bed after a comfortable shower. She jogged to the door. It was Wesley. He had just come back home.

He was holding his phone in his hands. "What's your WeChat account?"

pretty busy from now on. So I might need help taking

bedroom, and they friended each other

and hers was Bless.

even looked similar. Blair couldn't help thinking that judging from their usernames,

know the password to your apartment. Mine's 1104. You might need it

door, Blair asked,

and gave her a confused

your phone password. And it's the code to your apartment. Now that you like her that much, why not tell her and make her

came his

"Let me guess: you use her birthday

turned around to enter his apartment.

you're not related, why not make her your fiancee? She might be too

That was when it hit him—Blair misunderstood his relationship with

the door, held the back of her head in his hand, and

afterwards, he dreamed of it every night; her scent, her sweetness, her softness. He tried to forget it

was startled by his sudden decisive action. 'Wh-what's happening? He's kissing me!' Wesley was still

her go, he warned in her ear, "So quit

just a kiss?' Her eyes lit up. She suddenly wrapped her arms around his waist and asked, "What kind of punishment did you have in

this. 'I think she's enjoying this, ' he thought.

make you

her apartment and locked the door. She leaned her back against it,

five-kilometer run would kill her. She liked him, but she wouldn't risk

at the closed door, Wesley smiled, amused by

bedroom, closing the door behind him. But soon something occurred to him.

opened one of the cabinets. And he was right. There was the bag Blair

took it out of the cabinet and looked

glanced at the bag again. Was she trying to get