Chapter 107 (1/2)

The Complete Guide to the Use and Care of a Personal Assistant

Translator: Jury

Editor: NomNom

First Published on Chaleuria

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Chapter One Hundred and Seven

Ling Miao opened his eyes and saw only darkness. He confusedly stared into the dark and thought, Even if the sun’s gone down, surely it’s not so dark to the point where I can’t see anything?

Suddenly, Ling Miao felt something covering his eyes. He raised one hand to move the thing blocking his vision, but his arms only moved horizontally before he felt a light ring over his wrist. If he hadn’t tried to move his hand, he wouldn’t have discovered this—and that his hands could only move a very short distance.

Ling Miao then tried to move his legs, but he could similarly only move his legs a very short distance.

All Ling Miao’s limbs had been immobilized. He could only move his neck and his waist.

I’ve been kidnapped? A terrifying notion flashed across Ling Miao’s mind. Fear battered every part of his body like roiling waves.

Reflexively, Ling Miao started yelling: “Who is it? Fuck it, who kidnapped me? Get the hell out here! Fucker—mmph—mmph…” Every shout was louder than the last, and what he got in return was a ball-shaped thing shoved in his mouth.

Ling Miao stuck his tongue on top of the ball-shaped object, trying to push it out, but something pushed back on the other side of the ball. Ling Miao’s tongue had gone numb and he still couldn’t push it out, so he had no recourse but to give up.

He couldn’t see anything, so he listened especially acutely. Soft footsteps sounded by his ear. That person lifted Ling Miao’s head and Ling Miao felt something thin and long extend from the corners of his mouth then knot together at the back of his head. Ling Miao now couldn’t say anything at all.

Ling Miao’s mouth was open and the saliva he couldn’t swallow dribbled from the corner of his mouth. The warm liquid gradually cooled as it left his mouth, sliding soundlessly over his skin. Ling Miao twisted his body in resistance to the person’s actions.

The person looked at Ling Miao on the bed, who was struggling like a fish out of water. A dry and hoarse laugh spilled from his throat, satisfaction in the sound.

Ling Miao heard the person laugh and momentarily stopped struggling. He didn’t want to become a joke to others, especially his kidnapper.

The person saw that Ling Miao had quieted down. Seeming to lose interest, he turned and left.

Ling Miao heard the footsteps gradually growing distant and the fear in his heart quieted. He began to recall the events before his kidnapping.

In the morning when Ling Miao made breakfast, he had discovered that there was not much vegetables and meat left in the fridge. He asked Su Yuyang to accompany him to the supermarket to shop for groceries.

Su Yuyang had told Ling Miao regretfully that he needed to go to the post office to pick up a parcel—the postman for Su Yuyang’s area was ill and couldn’t deliver today. Non-urgent mail would be delivered tomorrow but urgent mail had to be picked up personally.

Coincidentally, Su Yuyang’s mail was extremely urgent. The publisher had sent him books that he needed to sign immediately and send back.

Even more coincidentally, the post office and the supermarket were in opposite directions. Su Yuyang went to the post office and Ling Miao went to the supermarket.

When Ling Miao grocery shopped, he did it aimlessly. He took whatever he felt he needed so by the time Su Yuyang had autographed all the books and filled out the postage, Ling Miao still hadn’t returned.