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?"

added, "I'll be pretty busy from

the bedroom, and they friended each other

was Wes, and hers was

rhymed and even looked similar. Blair couldn't help thinking that judging from their

to your apartment. Mine's 1104.

birthday again.' Leaning on the door, Blair asked, "Do you like...

phone away and gave her a confused look.

it's the code to your apartment. Now that you like her that much, why not tell

came his warning.

use her birthday as a PIN for your

turned around to enter

why not make her your fiancee? She might be

hit him—Blair misunderstood his relationship with

to her, pressed her against the door, held the back of her head

time afterwards, he dreamed of it every night; her scent, her sweetness, her softness. He tried to forget it by burying himself in his work. Over time, he managed to think

'Wh-what's happening? He's kissing me!' Wesley was still in control, so it wasn't a long kiss.

"So quit talking like

his waist and asked, "What kind of punishment did you have in mind?" She didn't think of this as a punishment, but rather a reward.

started to realize this. 'I think she's enjoying this, ' he

pried her hands away and stressed, "Next time, I'll make you do a 5k

and locked the door. She

run would kill her. She liked him, but she wouldn't risk her life

the closed door, Wesley smiled,

into his bedroom, closing the door behind him. But soon something occurred to him. He opened the door and

he was right. There was the bag Blair had

took it out of the cabinet and looked inside. Just then, the doorbell

Was she trying to get it back?