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.

closed her eyes when the doorbell rang. 'Who is it now? It's late, ' she wondered. After she trudged across her apartment, she

than the

"Your

a lot, ' she thought, though her head was heavy and all she wanted

him in, and he really didn't want to

had slathered some ointment

I put some ointment on it.

his head. Before he left, he caught a glimpse of her bright red and weary face. Her eyelids drooped. She didn't seem all right.

to his apartment and shut the door without giving her a second glance, Blair smiled bitterly and closed her own

the hay at once. She was fast

doorbell invaded her sleep. But it was faint. She

"Hi Uncle Adalson, what's the password to Blair's

of the line, Adalson was stunned for a moment. "Why? What's up? Is she

"I know what I said,

password and reminded him, "Let me

"Sure, Uncle."

to open her eyes to see who it was, but no matter how she tried,

At the hospital

the girl lying in the hospital bed. She was put on a drip. He called Adalson. "She

Wow. She can't even take care of herself? I'm busy these days. Hartwell just left the city and her parents..." He paused, let out a sigh and continued, "Wesley, please take care of her for me,

a moment's silence, he promised, "Don't worry, Uncle Adalson. I got

down in a chair beside the bed. He fixed his eyes on the

remembered how she glared at him at noon. She was full of life then, but now she lay motionless in the hospital bed, with

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