Chapter 13: Behave Yourself
Not knowing if Wen Ling was awake or not, he was softly whimpering, then tilted his head up and kissed Cheng Ge on the cheek.
This also seemed to be the first time the little lunatic had kissed him. Before, he always had to wait for Cheng Ge to initiate, and Wen Ling would always just enjoy it.
But precisely because of this, Cheng Ge felt even more uncomfortable.
He couldn’t forget the things Wen Ling had done to him, nor could his hatred fade. He wouldn’t soften his heart towards the grown-up Wen Ling just because he felt pity for Wen Ling’s childhood.
One thing was one thing; none of the tragedies in Wen Ling’s life were caused by him.
The Cheng Ge who toyed with and bullied Wen Ling was also the Cheng Ge in the book, not him.
Moreover, according to the principle of “an eye for an eye,” Wen Ling could very well have found someone or personally retaliated with equal harm.
But imprisoning someone and torturing them until they were no longer human—in Cheng Ge’s view, Wen Ling had gone too far.
What’s more, now Wen Ling’s revenge had fallen on him! Why? He didn’t owe Wen Ling anything at all.
But Cheng Ge couldn’t do anything with the current Wen Ling either. The person wasn’t even lucid yet; how could he hold it against him? If he angered the little lunatic again, he would be the one suffering.
Cheng Ge pressed down Wen Ling’s restless hands, and his mouth.
“Behave yourself.”
He cupped Wen Ling’s face, taking the initiative back into his own hands. He kissed the corners of Wen Ling’s eyes, the tip of his nose.
[Conquest Value 20%]
[Conquest Value 21%]
[Conquest Value 22%]
Cheng Ge couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow slightly. Rising this fast?
Is it because the little lunatic is too fragile and sensitive right now, so the effect of comforting is doubled?
Unable to figure it out, Cheng Ge stopped caring and diligently went through the motions. Finally, by the time Wen Ling fell asleep, the conquest value had risen to 24%.
Feeling the person in his arms finally asleep, Cheng Ge let out a heavy sigh of relief. He was already dead tired, and suddenly relaxing his whole body, he fell asleep in less than two minutes.
Since that day, Cheng Ge clearly felt that Wen Ling had become clingier.
Now Wen Ling always loved to linger in front of him, liking to have physical contact with him, even though the little lunatic clearly wasn’t like that before.
Everything has two sides.
On one hand, Wen Ling’s change made Cheng Ge uncomfortable.
And that guy was becoming more and more astute. He could distinguish between very perfunctory and generally perfunctory. Of course, his favorite was definitely a little bit perfunctory, which annoyed Cheng Ge to death.
Also, Wen Ling was sometimes really strange. Cheng Ge didn’t know what on earth he was thinking, and he couldn’t even tell if he was faking it.
For example, once Cheng Ge felt his hair was getting long and asked Wen Ling for scissors to cut it. Wen Ling’s conquest value immediately dropped a bit, probably thinking Cheng Ge had bad intentions.
When Cheng Ge opened the scissors and tentatively touched the sharp blade to Wen Ling’s wrist, Wen Ling’s expression was excited.
“Crazy.” Cheng Ge was speechless and started cutting his own hair. There was no mirror in the room, so he could only cut it by looking at his reflection in the window.
But the window glass wasn’t clear, so he didn’t know what it looked like in the end.
Speaking of mirrors, the first time he looked at the window, he discovered that the Cheng Ge in the book looked very much like him, almost identical. Cheng Ge even suspected that he had transmigrated as himself.
But there was an extra little red mole on his chest, which he didn’t have originally.
Cheng Ge always thought this was quite magical, but asking 001 yielded no explanation, so he stopped caring.
After cutting his hair, Cheng Ge found that Wen Ling had been watching him operate, even watching somewhat entranced, as if he had never seen someone cut hair before.
Then Cheng Ge thought that since Wen Ling’s hair was so long, he might as well cut it for him too. Maybe it would increase the conquest value a bit. So he dragged Wen Ling to the bathroom to cut it.
Cheng Ge’s hair-cutting skills were practiced in high school. Going to a barbershop was too expensive, so to save money, he thought he could cut it himself.
He started with a buzz cut, but a buzz cut required that electric clipper, which was also expensive. So Cheng Ge grew his hair a bit longer, planning to cut a textured crop.
The first time he cut it, he ruined it and was teased by his classmates for several weeks. He acted like he didn’t care on the surface, but he cared a lot inside.
He secretly looked up hair-cutting tutorials online and practiced hard for a long time before learning how to cut a good-looking textured crop.
So his hair-cutting skills were actually quite decent.
But he just didn’t want to give Wen Ling the same hairstyle as himself, so he gave him a bowl cut, the kind primary school students have.
Wen Ling with a bowl cut looked incredibly dorky, no different from a child, causing Cheng Ge to be unable to hold back his laughter. But Wen Ling couldn’t tell if Cheng Ge was mocking him and laughed along with him.
Not that kind of eerie laugh, but a gentle, joyful laugh. The little lunatic acting like this instantly reminded Cheng Ge of Wen Ling’s dreams, reminding him of Wen Ling as a child.
He felt inexplicably guilty.
Yet Wen Ling added fuel to the fire. Unknown if intentional or unintentional, he smoothed his hair and asked him with a bit of confusion, “Why is yours choppy and mine is straight and even?”
Cheng Ge had no choice but to say, “I haven’t finished cutting yet.”
Then he continued cutting Wen Ling’s hair. After cutting for about twenty minutes, the result was even more perfect than his own. Even a barber would have to praise it as a perfect textured crop.
Anyway, it was just like that. Wen Ling would always act a bit silly, and then Cheng Ge would think of him as a child and easily soften his heart. What kind of nonsense was that?
Annoying.
On the other hand, the conquest value was easy to increase. A hug or a kiss every now and then, and the conquest value would rise.
Cheng Ge also discovered that Wen Ling didn’t gain much conquest value from intimate acts, but gained a lot from his concern and instructions.
For example, specifically making egg fried rice and egg and vegetable noodle soup for him, or making some stomach-nourishing porridge for him, instructing him to take care of his stomach, rubbing his waist afterward, covering him with a quilt—unknown if he was a light sleeper or something else, the little lunatic really liked to fake sleep.
Wen Ling also wasn’t like at the beginning, always using a knife or the electric shock collar to intimidate him.
Sometimes when Cheng Ge got annoyed and threw a small tantrum, being a bit perfunctory, Wen Ling would only say he was “not good,” but there was no follow-up, or rather, the follow-up disappeared after Cheng Ge coaxed him a couple of times.
In short, Wen Ling hadn’t punished him during this period.
No, except for one time.
Cheng Ge said he wanted to study and asked if he could get some books to read. He didn’t know what that little psycho misunderstood again, but he locked him in the laboratory.
Again blabbering about “not leaving” and “staying with him forever.” Cheng Ge was already annoyed being locked up and confined, and Wen Ling kept lingering in front of him, making him even angrier.
He grabbed the person and got physical directly, inducing the little lunatic to untie him.
Wen Ling refused to be wronged in those aspects at all. He had to be satisfied, as if everything could be temporarily thrown to the back of his mind.
And Cheng Ge had long understood every single one of Wen Ling’s preferences thoroughly.
Deliberately wearing him out for about twenty minutes.
Later, the ropes were loosened, and he got out of the laboratory. Cheng Ge still had to bully the person before he would stop.
Finally, the study matter was also settled. For no other reason than his own efforts.
Perhaps because they got along relatively well, the two of them could actually busy themselves with things together in the living room. Cheng Ge busied himself with studying, and Wen Ling painted his paintings. Cheng Ge also had the honor of appreciating Wen Ling’s paintings.
How to put it? Very exquisite. He didn’t understand painting much and couldn’t pick out any faults, but whether it was the color combination or the composition, it was extremely eerie. Looking at it for a long time would make one feel gloomy.
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