PPS Chapter 142

Chapter 142: A Masochist?

Chapter 142: A Masochist?

Chu Zhaoyi slowly opened his eyes, his vision blurry at first, gradually clearing after a few seconds. He looked around, taking in the white walls, the soft bed, and the faint scent of disinfectant in the air. This was clearly not his home.

He subconsciously tried to sit up, but a wave of dizziness washed over him, and the weakness in his body forced him to lie back down.

Recalling the strange car air freshener scent he’d smelled before passing out, he realized he had been kidnapped.

Chu Zhaoyi abruptly sat up, the silk comforter slipping off him with a whoosh of cedar cologne. He looked down and saw that he was wearing unfamiliar smoky gray silk pajamas, with a fresh scratch on his collarbone.

“Awake?” A low voice suddenly came from the bedside. The crisp click of a gilded lighter opening and closing sounded to his right. Mo Jincheng was leaning back in a velvet armchair, his well-defined fingers pushing a glass toward the teak bedside table.

Chu Zhaoyi’s dark eyes stared at him, his voice a little hoarse: “Kidnapped?”

He unconsciously breathed a sigh of relief. At least he was kidnapped by someone he knew; that was better than a complete stranger.

Mo Jincheng raised his eyebrows slightly, placed the water glass on the bedside table, and drawled out his tone, laced with casualness: “Unfair, Ah Yi.”

Chu Zhaoyi didn’t buy it. He struggled to sit up, leaning against the headboard, his voice tinged with questioning: “Then how did I end up here?”

Mo Jincheng leaned back in the chair, his hands clasped in his lap, his gaze fixed on Chu Zhaoyi: “When you fainted, I happened to be driving by. I brought you here.”

He looked exceptionally sincere.

But Chu Zhaoyi didn’t believe Mo Jincheng’s words: “Do you think I’m an idiot?”

Couldn’t even come up with a decent, low-class excuse.

He looked around, trying to find more clues, but everything here seemed unfamiliar and quiet.

Mo Jincheng seemed to see his doubt, and smiled slightly, with a playful look in his eyes: “Ah Yi is so smart~”

Chu Zhaoyi didn’t like talking to crazy people, so he simply shut up and quietly observed the room.

Finishing speaking, he stood up, picked up the water glass and handed it to Chu Zhaoyi: “Drink some water, it will do you good.”

Chu Zhaoyi took the water glass, but didn’t drink it immediately. Who knew what was in it?

“Ah Yi doesn’t trust me? I’m so heartbroken.” Mo Jincheng looked heartbroken, but he took the water glass from Chu Zhaoyi’s hand and took a sip, swallowed it, his throat bobbing with the movement.

Chu Zhaoyi frowned, and in the next second, without hesitation, he splashed the remaining water in the glass onto Mo Jincheng’s face.

Chu Zhaoyi’s action was almost instantaneous. He had simply been holding the water glass, and after hearing Mo Jincheng’s words, he flicked his wrist sharply, and the water in the glass splashed out like a white line, straight toward Mo Jincheng’s face. Water splashed, instantly soaking Mo Jincheng’s face and hair, and a few droplets slid down his cheeks.

Mo Jincheng didn’t seem to expect Chu Zhaoyi to suddenly make such a move, but on second thought, it was something Ah Yi would do.

His reaction was surprisingly calm. He narrowed his eyes slightly, watching the water spread across his face, then reached out and gently wiped his face, wiping away the water droplets.

His movements were unhurried, and there was no sign of anger on his face, but rather a faint smile.

“Ah Yi, your temper will get you into trouble.” Mo Jincheng’s voice was still low, with a hint of teasing, as if he wasn’t the one who had just been splashed with water, but was watching an interesting play.

He wiped the water from his face, his eyes still fixed on Chu Zhaoyi, the corners of his mouth slightly raised. But… this was Chu Zhaoyi.

No matter what kind of environment he was in.

He was always like that.