Take My Breath Away

Wesley stepped onto the balcony and found that his clothes were hung there.

'She entered the apartment without my permission, and on top of that, she did my laundry too?

What a weird girl!' he thought.

Blair had classes to attend early the next morning. The alarm clock roused her from her deep sleep. After washing her face and brushing her teeth, she left her apartment and entered the elevator, her head still blank from yesterday's incident.

When the elevator reached the first floor, she was still in a daze, not realizing that she had to get out. At that moment, a man entered.

It was Wesley.

'Wait! Wesley!' Blair's eyes widened, as she immediately snapped back into reality.

Wesley was wearing a grey sweatshirt, black shorts and a pair of Nike Air Max 720. He had just finished his morning exercise. Blair could still see beads of sweat on his forehead.

Wesley cast a casual glance at her before pressing the button to the sixteenth floor. Blair watched blankly as the doors closed slowly. 'Oh God! What am I doing?' she thought. "Wait!" she yelled. "Sorry. I need to get out."

She pressed the open button and left the elevator in a hurry. When the doors were about to close again, Wesley blocked them with his foot and called out, "Wait!"

Blair stopped and turned around by instinct. "Me?"

Wesley didn't respond to her question. Under Blair's expectant eyes, he said coldly, "Do not touch my stuff again. I hate people touching my things without my permission."

Blair's heart was crushed under the weight of his cold words.

She wanted to apologize to him for intruding, but he didn't give her the chance to say anything. The doors closed quickly and the elevator went up to the sixteenth floor.

Dejected, Blair left the housing estate and arrived at the subway station. The journey was short, but she felt like she had been dumped a thousand times.

Inside the classroom, Blair was leaning over the desk and flipping through the pages of her English book. "Joslyn, do you think that girl is his girlfriend?" she murmured in English.

Joslyn rolled her eyes and spat, "Miss Jing, please speak Chinese! Mandarin!"

They had just had an English class, and Blair was too overwhelmed. She sat up and apologized. "Sorry, Joslyn. I didn't do it on purpose."

Joslyn shrugged. "No need to apologize. I know you well. Truth be told, I really envy you. How are you able to speak English so well? When you talked to our foreign teacher, you sounded like a native English speaker. I wonder when I will get to be that good at speaking English. When that day comes, my mom will definitely go to a temple and thank the Buddha."

Blair leaned onto her shoulder. "It's because you never concentrate on your studies. You're, in fact, smarter than me."

"Nah. I simply have no talent in English. Forget about it. You look super frustrated. Tell me."

Recalling what had happened between her and Wesley, Blair pouted her lips and began to tell her best friend everything.

After listening to the story, Joslyn looked towards the playground and said, "I guess a lot of women might have done the same things as you—doing his laundry and preparing fruits for him. Wesley is the dream lover of countless women. You have to admit it. It's perfectly normal that he has high standards for his girlfriend. Just don't give up so easily. You are pretty, and you have your uncle backing you up. I believe that you'll get what you want soon enough."

Blair was cheered up once again by Joslyn's words. She hugged Joslyn tightly and said, "Thank you, honey. You are always by my side. And don't worry. You know I'm not the kind of person who gives up so easily. I'll make him mine sooner or later, and then we can sleep together every night." Blair giggled as she said that.

Joslyn poked her in the forehead and snapped, "Hey, don't act so horny! Your superhero might get scared away by you."

Blair laughed out loud, and then Joslyn joined in. She was feeling much better now, after talking to her best friend. After a while, she asked, "Where are you working part-time? I want to work too."

"I was working in a bookstore, but it closed down sometime back. I'm planning to find another part-time job. Why do you want to work part-time? What if your cousin finds out?"

At the mention of her cousin, Blair sat up and told Joslyn in a serious tone, "As long as you don't tell him, he won't know!"

Embarrassed, Joslyn sat up too and held Blair's hands apologetically. "You knew about that? Please don't be mad at me. Your cousin is so handsome that I wasn't able to resist his charm. So, I ended up telling him whatever he wanted to know about you."

Blair's cousin was Adalson's eldest son—Hartwell Ji. He cared for Blair very much.

Especially after Blair's parents passed away, Hartwell Ji would try to find out about her whenever he could, like her academic results and her behavior at school.

With his resources, he could easily get the information he needed through his men. But no one was closer to Blair than her best friend, Joslyn. The two girls hung around together almost every day.

Hartwell Ji had only asked Joslyn out once, and she had told him everything he had wanted to learn about Blair. Besides, they had exchanged their WeChat accounts so that she could update him on any news about Blair.

"Joslyn, I forgive you for snitching on me to Hartwell. I know he did all that for my own good. But you can't say anything about Wesley to him! Okay?" Blair warned. She felt shy to let others know that she had a crush on Wesley.

Joslyn nooded. "Rest assured, I won't tell him. This is your private affair. Trust me, I won't say anything." But deep inside, she thought, 'I don't even need to tell him! Even your uncle knows about it. How is it possible that your cousin wouldn't know?'

It was just that Hartwell believed that Wesley was just like an idol for Blair. nothing more.

Adalson knew that Blair had moved into the apartment opposite Wesley's, but Hartwell Ji didn't know that yet. He was working in another city, and no one had told him.

Since there were no classes in the afternoon, Blair decided to go to the library to study Arabic Language and Literature.

Joslyn had her own matter to deal with, so Blair had to go alone.

On her way to the library, she walked past the playground. The freshmen in their camouflage uniforms were being trained there, as they marched shouting military slogans. The young students, Full of vigor and vitality, were like the bright morning sun.

When she passed by a tree on the playground, she heard two girls discussing Wesley. "He is so handsome! So masculine and dashing. This is the first time I've met him, but I'm already in love with him."

"I saw him yesterday. He is always the shinning star in the crowd. He is the instructor of class 6. I'm so envious of them!"

Following their gaze, Blair saw Wesley in his military uniform and cap.

He was guiding the students to goose step. The eyes of the students were full of admiration for their instructor.

Blair stayed for a while before she headed to the library, a little dejected.

Although the air-conditioer was on in the library, it was still a little hot. There were only a few students in there. Blair found the book she had wanted to read, and began to go through it.

After about ten minutes, she heard a shriek. Blair raised her head to see what was going on, but a bookshelf blocked her view.