Chapter 5: I Want More
Wen Ling felt that Cheng Ge was very interesting after waking up today, and very obedient, so he was willing to prepare some items for him.
Before long, Cheng Ge saw Wen Ling return to the room, one hand clutching a steaming towel, the other carrying a bag of medicine.
He first took the hot towel, folded it into a rectangle, and pressed it against Wen Ling’s face. “Apply this.”
Wen Ling took down the towel, dissatisfied with the oncoming heat. He furrowed his brows and looked at Cheng Ge with some confusion.
“It promotes blood circulation and reduces swelling.” Cheng Ge supported Wen Ling’s hand, placing the hot towel back onto Wen Ling’s bruised and swollen face.
Having said that, he began to treat the wound on his own leg.
Wen Ling didn’t take the towel down again. He sat by Cheng Ge’s knee, watching his movements.
After applying the iodine, Cheng Ge lifted his eyelids to glance at Wen Ling, then touched the towel with the back of his hand to check the temperature. He spoke indifferently: “It’s cold. It needs to be hot to work.”
Wen Ling, as if finally growing a normal brain, took the towel to the bathroom.
When Wen Ling returned, Cheng Ge had just finished applying the ointment and needed to let it dry for a while. So he said to Wen Ling: “Lie on your stomach on the bed.”
Wen Ling didn’t say anything else. He handed the towel to Cheng Ge and lay on the edge of the bed.
“Move closer.”
Wen Ling complied and shifted his body.
Cheng Ge lifted Wen Ling’s loose sleepwear, folded the hot towel, and applied it to his purple-bruised lower back and spine.
Wen Ling didn’t like the feeling of being warm all over, but he really liked Cheng Ge treating him this way. Being so obedient. So he didn’t pull the towel off like just now.
After lying there for a while, Wen Ling suddenly asked: “Why aren’t you like yesterday when you woke up?”
“Like what?”
Cheng Ge took a moment to react before realizing the little lunatic was asking why he didn’t try to sneak away this morning.
Cheng Ge’s tone wasn’t very good: “Because I don’t want two more slits on my other leg.”
Wen Ling started laughing after hearing his answer. “You’re so good today. Especially honest.”
Heh. Cheng Ge didn’t want to talk to the psycho.
After bandaging himself, Cheng Ge took the towel off Wen Ling’s back. He touched those bruises, couldn’t help but use some force, yet his tone was concerned and gentle: “Does it hurt?”
Wen Ling’s eyelashes trembled lightly, his eyeballs moving twice. “It’s a bit hot.”
“I’ll apply some medicine for you. It will heal faster.”
“Why does it need to heal faster?” Wen Ling’s tone was confused. Cheng Ge couldn’t tell if he was picking a fight or genuinely didn’t understand.
“If it heals fast, it won’t hurt as much.”
Wen Ling went quiet for a while, unsure if he was thinking. After a long time, he said: “I don’t feel pain.”
Cheng Ge openly rolled his eyes. His hand dipped in the cold medicinal wine and pressed down hard, rubbing Wen Ling’s back.
“Bear with it. I have to rub it in.”
“…Mn.” Wen Ling’s voice was faint. It was unknown if he was actually in pain.
Anyway, Cheng Ge’s leg was really fucking hurting.
After applying the medicinal wine, Cheng Ge disliked the smell, so he hopped on one foot to the bathroom to wash his hands with soap.
After washing his hands, he wanted to see what the “Cheng Ge” in the book looked like, but discovered there was no mirror in the bathroom. Returning to the room, he looked around and didn’t see a mirror either.
It seemed the book mentioned Wen Ling didn’t like mirrors. This wasn’t normal.
He wanted to ask why there were no mirrors, but Cheng Ge understood the concept of ‘trouble comes from the mouth,’ so he didn’t ask. Instead, he returned to the bed very naturally. “Eat breakfast?”
“Eat breakfast?” Wen Ling repeated.
“Yeah.”
“I don’t eat breakfast.”
Cheng Ge asked: “Then can I make it myself?”
Wen Ling stared at Cheng Ge for a good while, then suddenly curved his lips strangely: “Of course you can.”
Cheng Ge often had no breakfast to eat when he was little, which caused stomach problems. Once he had the ability, he started taking care of his stomach and developed the habit of eating breakfast every day.
Surprisingly, he would have to stay here for quite a long time, so Cheng Ge didn’t intend to compromise.
Wen Ling’s kitchen was very new, as if rarely used. Cheng Ge recalled that since coming here, he had eaten one meal, and it tasted like takeout. Wen Ling probably didn’t know how to cook much.
Sure enough, the refrigerator was empty. Fortunately, there were eggs and vegetables, and some dried noodles on top of the fridge. He could cook a pot of egg and vegetable noodle soup.
Cheng Ge cracked an egg into the pot and asked silently in his heart: [What is Wen Ling’s conquest value?]
[2.5%.]
Cheng Ge didn’t change his expression as he flipped the fried egg: [In the future, give me a notification when his conquest value goes up.]
[Okay, Host.]
Cheng Ge was almost done cooking the noodles. Because his leg was inconvenient, he originally planned to eat directly in the kitchen. But suddenly, he sensed a probing gaze landing on him from behind.
So Cheng Ge took a large plate to serve the noodles, and also brought along a small bowl. He slowly shuffled his feet to turn around.
Meeting Wen Ling’s gaze, Cheng Ge looked slightly embarrassed, then smiled ingratiatingly at him: “Can you help me carry this to the table outside? My leg really hurts, I’m afraid I’ll accidentally spill the soup.”
Wen Ling looked at Cheng Ge’s expression, then at the large bowl of noodles. He walked over to help Cheng Ge carry it, smiling at him: “Your appetite has grown a lot.”
Cheng Ge’s fingertips twitched slightly. He was almost bluffed by Wen Ling’s strange smile. His tone held a bit of complaint: “I only ate half a bowl of rice all day yesterday, and exercised all night last night. Can’t I be a little hungry?”
Wen Ling lowered his eyelids, then looked at Cheng Ge again: “Why aren’t I hungry?”
Screw you, does your damn rotten stomach even have sensation?
Cheng Ge touched Wen Ling’s stomach area, stating matter-of-factly: “Your stomach is small.”
Perhaps this explanation was acceptable to Wen Ling. He lowered his head and looked at his own stomach area through his clothes for a while, stopped picking on Cheng Ge, and carried the bowl out of the kitchen.
Cheng Ge held two pairs of chopsticks in one hand and supported himself against the wall with the other, hopping a few times to sit on the chair at the dining table.
“Besides,” Cheng Ge used chopsticks to transfer a few portions of noodles from the big bowl into the small bowl, pushing the small bowl in front of Wen Ling: “Such a big bowl isn’t for me to eat alone.”
Wen Ling looked at the steaming noodles: “I don’t eat breakfast.”
“Not eating breakfast is bad for the stomach.” Cheng Ge didn’t look at Wen Ling’s expression and took a bite himself. “The taste is passable. Eat.”
Shortly after, Cheng Ge heard rustling sounds next to him and guessed Wen Ling had started eating.
[Conquest Value 3%.]
Cheng Ge felt the bland noodles had become much more fragrant.
“Why is mine a small bowl?” Wen Ling asked suddenly.
Cheng Ge: “…”
“You didn’t eat breakfast before. Eating too much suddenly will make your stomach hurt.”
But Wen Ling didn’t care about stomach aches. Maintaining his own pleasure was the priority. He moved the bowl in front of Cheng Ge: “I want more.”
This made Cheng Ge stunned. “There’s still a little in the pot. Go serve it yourself.”
Wen Ling actually went to serve it. He scraped the remaining soup and noodle scraps into the small bowl, filling it just right.
Cheng Ge saw he was quite self-conscious and would wash the pot, otherwise, he would have silently cursed him dozens of times in his heart.
Full, Wen Ling felt in a very good mood. Looking at Cheng Ge, he felt he was a little cuter again.
Cheng Ge sensed Wen Ling’s gaze. He lifted the bowl to drink the last bit of soup. While drinking, his eyes darted toward Wen Ling. Their gazes collided. Cheng Ge smiled at Wen Ling, then withdrew his gaze.
After cleaning up the dishes, Cheng Ge held the wall and returned to the room.
The book wrote that if Cheng Ge was disobedient or tried to escape, Wen Ling would lock him in the laboratory or basement to punish him. If Cheng Ge was obedient, especially after having relations, Wen Ling would hold Cheng Ge to sleep together.
Cheng Ge could already imagine what life would be like later…
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