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.

she wondered. After she trudged across her apartment,

must've taken the stairs, rather than

glance. "Your

' she thought, though her head was heavy and

really didn't want to do that, either.

had slathered some ointment on it.

some ointment on it.

he caught a glimpse of her bright red and weary face. Her eyelids drooped. She didn't seem all right. But he didn't press the issue.

to his apartment and shut the door without giving her

bedroom and hit the hay at once. She

a doorbell invaded her sleep. But it was faint. She wondered if she was dreaming. She kept her

"Hi

was stunned

Blair's red face earlier and replied, "I know what I said, but something didn't feel right. I'm ringing her doorbell,

the password and

"Sure, Uncle."

her dream, Blair felt a big hand on her forehead. She wanted to open her eyes to see who it was, but

At the hospital

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

Wow. She can't even take care of herself? I'm busy these days. Hartwell just left the city and her

the ceiling, baffled. After a moment's silence, he promised, "Don't worry, Uncle Adalson.

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

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

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