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?"

busy from now on.

the bedroom, and they friended each other on WeChat.

and

names rhymed and even looked similar. Blair couldn't help thinking that judging from their usernames, one might think they

your apartment. Mine's 1104.

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

and gave her a confused look.

code to your apartment. Now that you like her that much, why not tell her and make

came his warning.

smiled. "Let me guess: you use her birthday as a PIN for your

around to enter his

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

it hit him—Blair misunderstood his relationship with Megan. It irritated him.

to her, pressed her against the door, held the back of her head in his hand, and kissed her

and for a long time afterwards, he dreamed of it every night; her scent, her sweetness, her softness. He tried to forget

action. 'Wh-what's happening? He's kissing me!' Wesley was still in control, so it

go, he warned in her ear, "So quit talking like that, or it won't

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

think she's enjoying this, '

"Next time, I'll make you do

Hearing that, Blair turned around, ran into her apartment and locked the door. She leaned her back

She liked him, but she wouldn't risk her

door, Wesley smiled, amused by her reaction.

him. But soon something occurred to him. He opened the door and walked

he was right. There was the

it out of the cabinet and looked inside. Just

at the bag again. Was