Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife

The words "handsome" or "beautiful" always get people's attention. Hearing Joslyn say this, Blair merely nodded and followed her into the crowd of students.

Much to Blair's surprise, she discovered Wesley and the other drillmasters were onsite at the training ground.

Wesley led the other drillmasters in regular military exercises, like lying down, crawling on the belly and crawling in different postures. Every soldier needed to finish a whole set of exercises.

Blair elbowed her way to the front row and watched them training with keen interest. Now the soldiers were practicing capturing techniques, roundhouse kicks, wrestling, throwing left and right hooks, and switching opponents. The crowd was excited by the show.

Then the most interesting part: More than ten drillmasters surrounded Wesley, backing him into the metaphorical corner. He had no choice but to fight back. In the blink of an eye, all of his opponents were dispatched—thrown to the ground, or signaling they were unable to continue.

The deafening screams from the crowd made Blair's ears ring. Nonetheless, she ignored it and locked her eyes on the handsome and capable man, eyes glimmering with admiration. The way Wesley took down his own men was so cool that she wanted to scream as well.

Her anger towards him vanished into thin air. She completely forgot what she had said earlier. Drawing closer to Joslyn, Blair whispered, "I take it all back. He's so hot and I'm not giving up on him now." He was sharp-tongued. But his handsome face and his nearly superhuman ability outweighed his shortcomings.

'I knew it.' Joslyn rolled her eyes at Blair and said, "Good luck to you. If you can win over a guy like that, you'll feel secure every night in his arms."

Practically drooling, Blair nodded and echoed her words, "Agreed."

After a day's classes, Blair and Joslyn had dinner together and then went their separate ways.

It wasn't until she was back home that Blair found her body temperature was a little high. She touched her forehead. It seemed like she had a fever.

She sighed gloomily. One misfortune followed another.

She was held hostage in the library, got heatstroke on the playground, scalded her arm at the cafeteria and now had a fever. Probably, the fever was caused by her burn. But she did have quite a week.

Drained of energy, Blair changed into her pajamas without a shower, and then climbed onto bed.

when the doorbell rang. 'Who is it now? It's late, ' she wondered. After she trudged across her apartment, she pulled open the door. Wesley was there, gasping for breath like he'd just run

rather than the elevator.

a quick glance. "Your uncle asked me to check

love life. He helps out a lot, ' she thought, though her head was heavy and all she wanted was rest.

really

her arm—she had slathered some ointment

put some ointment on it. Thanks

of her bright red and weary

without giving her a second glance, Blair smiled bitterly

to her bedroom and hit the hay at once. She was fast asleep in no time, thanks to the

was faint. She wondered

and called Adalson. "Hi Uncle Adalson, what's the password to

stunned for a moment. "Why? What's up? Is she

"I know what I said, but something didn't

and reminded

"Sure, Uncle."

to see who it was, but no

At the hospital

hospital bed. She was put on a drip. He called Adalson. "She has a high fever—39.8 degrees Celsius.

I'm busy these days. Hartwell just left the city and her parents..." He paused, let

ceiling, baffled. After a moment's silence, he promised,

returned to the ward and sat down in a chair beside the bed. He fixed his eyes

she glared at him at noon. She was full of life then,

time, she didn't look that bad. The second time, she'd fallen into a