Chapter 10: Can You Be A Little More Obedient?
Among the good students, Cheng Ge’s temper and character were top-notch, let alone among the sports students.
Moreover, Cheng Ge was tight-lipped and very tolerant, so many friends were willing to confide in him, including some gay friends.
Although he wasn’t gay, he had always held a respectful view. A certain gay buddy had mentioned to him while pouring out his heart that not cleaning up properly inside might cause a fever.
Cheng Ge had always been a person who kept things separate, even stubbornly so. One thing was one thing. Hating Wen Ling was one thing; he felt that making Wen Ling get a fever was another matter entirely.
Also, Cheng Ge gradually recalled the plot in the book. This fever incident seemed… destined to fall on his head originally…
It was just that now, the positions of top and bottom were swapped, so the person with the fever was naturally swapped too.
Sigh. Cheng Ge really wanted to slap himself. Not because he gave Wen Ling a fever, but simply because he was annoyed with his own personality.
Compared to the excessive things Wen Ling did to him, what was this minor itch?
He could totally walk away. It would be great if Wen Ling died. Yet, looking at the little red man in the bathtub, he couldn’t move his legs.
If the person really died, wouldn’t it become him killing him? No matter what, the police should be the ones to shoot him.
Damn it, what a sin.
Cheng Ge pinched Wen Ling’s face and patted it ungraciously a few times, but Wen Ling still didn’t react. He could only temporarily abandon the plan of not getting wet, helped the person up, and wrapped him tightly in a bath towel.
Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly realized… Did he… have to clean him up first?
Cheng Ge shook Wen Ling vigorously. “Wake up, wake up.”
But the little lunatic seemed to be working against him. His eyes were glued shut, wet and inseparable.
Damn it. Cheng Ge was both ashamed and annoyed. After hesitating for a long time, he felt his dilly-dallying was unnecessary. Wen Ling’s face was thick as a copper wall anyway, and the person was unconscious—what was he struggling with!?
He finally convinced himself, only to find his legs couldn’t squat, and Wen Ling couldn’t stand steadily without support.
In the end, he had to support Wen Ling with one hand, bend over, and free up the other hand.
The reality made Cheng Ge feel somewhat awkward.
Cheng Ge felt it was mostly done and he could almost wrap up, but his hair was suddenly grabbed by someone.
Shit. Cheng Ge’s heart skipped a beat.
Feared it, and it came.
Wen Ling really had no concept of his physical condition. He only knew his body was very hot, like it was going to burn up. It was different from the heat with Cheng Ge over the past few days; it was the same kind of scalding heat from his childhood. Too uncomfortable.
He thought it was due to Cheng Ge’s actions, and since Cheng Ge wasn’t talking to him, Wen Ling grabbed Cheng Ge’s hair and asked in a daze, frowning, “What are you doing?”
“…Doing a good deed.” Cheng Ge coughed once before answering.
Wen Ling frowned and grabbed Cheng Ge’s hand, complaining, “Don’t like it.”
Cheng Ge paused and asked him, “Uncomfortable?”
“Mm, very uncomfortable.” Wen Ling was very uncomfortable, and being circled by someone, he couldn’t move.
Different, different. It was different from the past few days. Wen Ling felt tonight’s puppy was too disobedient; he had to lock him up and teach him a lesson.
[Conquest Value 17%]
[Conquest Value 16.5%]
Cheng Ge stared at Wen Ling in disbelief.
What are you doing!? Making no distinction between right and wrong? Even helping him is a mistake? Wen Ling, this psycho!
“Don’t move first,” Cheng Ge secretly took two deep breaths, straightened up, and softened his tone. “You have a fever. I’m helping you. Don’t be angry.”
Didn’t know if Wen Ling understood, but in the end, he just furrowed his brows and said: “Don’t like it!”
Cheng Ge had no choice but to treat a dead horse as a living horse doctor. He used some strength with the hand supporting Wen Ling, pulled the person into his arms, and kissed the places Wen Ling liked to be kissed, creating the sensations Wen Ling liked. Only when he saw the person’s brows relax did he coax and ask, “Don’t be angry, okay?”
Wen Ling didn’t answer him, but the conquest value stopped dropping.
Cheng Ge quickly finished the follow-up work. Before Wen Ling had time to lose his temper, he washed him clean, wrapped him in the bath towel, and carried him back to the room.
He hadn’t felt it in the bathroom, but in the room, he felt Wen Ling’s temperature was scary hot.
Must be forty degrees. Don’t burn into an idiot, Cheng Ge thought. The little lunatic is already hard to deal with; if he gets burned silly, he’ll be even more unreasonable.
“You have to see a doctor. Need an injection.”
Wen Ling curled up, his eye sockets and the corners of his eyes red from the fever, yet he was stubborn to death: “No doctor, no injection!”
Cheng Ge rolled his eyes where Wen Ling couldn’t see. “Then don’t burn into an idiot.”
Wen Ling went silent. He curled himself tighter. However, Cheng Ge seemed to hear Wen Ling give a very dissatisfied “Hmph” just now.
But it was too quiet, and it didn’t seem like something the little lunatic would do, so he didn’t know if it was an illusion.
Cheng Ge couldn’t be bothered to argue with Wen Ling. Life and death are fated, wealth and honor are determined by heaven. Anyway, he tried his best. He only asked, “Is there medicine here?”
Wen Ling acted as if he hadn’t heard him speak, ignoring him completely. But Cheng Ge could guarantee the little lunatic felt he heard it and buried his head in the quilt, deliberately ignoring him, like he was sulking.
Annoying to death.
Cheng Ge really didn’t want Wen Ling to burn his brain out; he would be the one suffering then. So he fished the person out, stepped on the sensations Wen Ling liked and kissed him, coaxing: “Speak.”
“Answer me first, okay?”
Wen Ling didn’t know if he lost strength from the fever or some other reason. He leaned his whole body into Cheng Ge’s arms and answered sluggishly, “Yes.”
“Where is it?” Cheng Ge’s lips touched Wen Ling’s eyelids. Actually, it was very perfunctory.
But someone who had never been treated like this couldn’t distinguish.
“Drawer.”
“Which drawer?” Cheng Ge stroked Wen Ling’s back sloppily again.
“…Living room.”
Cheng Ge first applied a wet towel to his forehead. Seeing the person settle down a bit, he went out to the living room to find the medicine.
There wasn’t much medicine, but enough to use. Cheng Ge took ibuprofen, poured a glass of warm water, and returned to the room.
Cheng Ge wiped Wen Ling’s face with the towel, then helped him up. “Open your mouth, take the medicine.”
The cup was pressed against Wen Ling’s lips, but he wouldn’t open his precious mouth.
Tsk.
Cheng Ge was really annoyed with this person, Wen Ling. But thinking that the little lunatic burning up like this was partly caused by him, he had to bow his head again.
“Can you be a little more obedient?” Cheng Ge rubbed Wen Ling’s waist a few times, his voice very soft.
After a few seconds, just as Cheng Ge was about to lose his temper, Wen Ling opened his mouth and took the medicine.
Really, won’t move unless kicked.
After settling Wen Ling, Cheng Ge wanted to take a shower, but the little lunatic kept clutching his clothes and wouldn’t let go.
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