My Dreamy Old Husband

Sophia was hungry from all the running, so she found some snacks to munch on. She then brushed her teeth and took a bath before heading off to bed. Just before sleeping, she put Nathan and her clothes into the washing machine for a wash and dry.

The room she was in was not like a confinement room at all, but more like a clean bed and breakfast. Everything would just be perfect if there was WiFi.

Sophia tossed and turned on the bed. The sheets were brand new, and they seemed to have been newly washed, with a hint of lemon mixed with sunshine.

She turned over and looked at Nathan who was fast asleep beside her. He had been with her all day and was worn out; it was time to rest.

Sophia was tired after the day she had, and she fell asleep as soon as she turned over.

Little did she know that she would become famous overnight, successfully becoming one of the most famous freshmen from Bayside University. During the night, her heroic deeds spread like wildfire in the barracks, and there was not a soul who did not know of her.

For Sophia, she finished her run and was greeted by hot water, air conditioning, and a cute little boy with snacks who waited for her. Meanwhile, the other couple did not have it as easy.

Xyla cried while running, and fell down from time to time. She kneeled on the ground, not wanting to get up. The others spent half an hour to run three kilometers, but she ran for more than two hours, all the while being dragged by Richard.

After running, Xyla felt exhausted. The minute she reached the finishing line, she collapsed on the spot. This time, she was not putting on a farce, but was really weak with exhaustion!

Richard was also starting to get impatient.

The military training had nothing to do with him, and he only came to the barracks just for Kayla and Xyla.

These two were really daft, always depending on him and not able to do anything properly by themselves.

meals in time and were constantly dragging him down. It

to endure. But Xyla was not his sister, and he vented his anger on her, especially after running

badly by Sophia, he also had to drag Xyla along now. He had used up all his energy after the run, and Xyla just had to collapse and cry on the ground, refusing to get up. As such, he was forced

leave Xyla there, but

to the confinement center with Xyla in tow, an impatient expression on his

seemed to bother

was always self-reliant. No matter where they were, she always took care of him, and he had almost nothing

not admit it out loud, deep down he always felt that Sophia was not feminine. Xyla, in comparison, was very feminine. She would ask him to buy drinks for them, thereafter pouting her lips as she complained she couldn’t open the

responsibility so overwhelming that

leisurely and urged from time to time, “Move it, move it! Even if you don’t want to

Xyla along, much like one would a dead dog. He recalled seeing Sophia finishing her three kilometers, wiping off her

is always so strong, so determined; never letting me worry. When he was a senior, she used to accompany him, staying up all night

the other hand, was just like his daughter—naïve to the point of stupidity, and was always laughed

helped her to the confinement room. Her face was swollen like a pig, with snot,

was not as good as Sophia’s. It was a small room, barely three meters wide. There was a musty smell in the air, and a single bed inside

could trip any time. Besides the single bed, there was nothing else

confinement room was separate. He placed her on the bed, and was about to turn

the confinement room, let alone two. They would surely go

as he put Xyla down, she

I won’t leave,” Richard