Chapter 1268: I Love You

“Why can’t I?”

Chu Yao grabbed Mo Tingshen’s hand and placed it on her calf.

She scooted closer and leaned against him.

Mo Tingshen chuckled, a tone of amusement laced in his voice, “You’re always up to something, one idea after another.”

Chu Yao looked up, “My desire for romance isn’t real.”

Is this an explanation?

“But my loneliness is real.”

Mo Tingshen remained silent.

“Saying I don’t have any distractions in my personal life isn’t true.”

He still kept quiet.

“But not finding the right person is real.”

He clicked his tongue, “Not a single truthful word from your mouth.”

“Yes, there is.

I’ve always been honest with you.”

Mo Tingshen had a look that said, “Do you really think I believe that?”

Chu Yao leaned closer, her hands supporting the edge of the sofa beneath her, she bumped her forehead against him to make him look up, gazing into his eyes directly, “There really is, ask if you don’t believe.”

Mo Tingshen: “Then say something truthful that I can hear.”

“I love you.”

His brows furrowed instantly.

His pupils reflexively contracted, staring at her without blinking, yet the look in his eyes grew colder.

“Fake.”

Chu Yao chuckled, “See, you don’t believe the truth when I say it.”

She lay back, but her slim figure caused her legs to shrink into the sofa when she reclined.

Mo Tingshen grabbed her ankle and pulled her back out, “Sit properly.”

“Why don’t you believe me?”

Mo Tingshen glanced at her, “If you said you liked me, I’d believe you.

Saying you love me is purely for fun.

You’ve teased me like this countless times since childhood.

If I took it seriously, I’d already be crushed to pieces.”

Chu Yao pouted, “It’s not fun at all.”

Mo Tingshen sneered, “You really think your brother is so easy to tease!”

Chu Yao looked displeased, too lazy to speak, probably because he wasn’t cooperating, killing her mood.

Lazy, she always found sitting upright uncomfortable, so she simply extended her arm, wrapped it around his neck, gradually resting her head in the crook of his shoulder.

She nuzzled him.

“Brother, don’t tease me, I’m sleepy.”

Mo Tingshen held her waist, “Where to sleep?”

“Isn’t this place dirty?”

Mo Tingshen exerted force, yanking off the handcuffs from the armrest.

His wrist suffered only minor damage.

These handcuffs were likely designed to enhance the thrill of couple games, with raised rivets on their edges forming a circle.

Although not painful, they were uncomfortable.

Mo Tingshen took off his suit jacket, flicking Chu Yao’s shoulder as he slipped it off, “Lift your arms.”

She lifted her arms as he instructed, keeping them wrapped around his neck, holding them up near the back of his head, and once the jacket came off, she wrapped them around his neck again.

With her forehead resting on his shoulder, she mockingly commented, “You don’t look as good taking off clothes as Ducky does – they dance while undressing, you just strip.”

Mo Tingshen gritted his teeth, “Shut up already, I might stay angry a bit less.”

Chu Yao crinkled her nose in defiance, turning her head to huff, “Brute!”

Mo Tingshen was too lazy to argue with her, leaving one sleeve on, bundling the jacket around the handcuffed left hand, covering the handcuffs.

Then he prepared to lift her up.

Chu Yao refused to let go, “I don’t want to be carried horizontally, it makes me dizzy, just carry me like this.”

“You think you’re still a kid?

You have no idea about your own weight?”

She murmured, “Can’t carry me means you’re weak.”

Why was he so unwilling to hear such nonsense!