Chapter 17: I Was Wrong
On the morning of the third day, Wen Ling’s fever not only hadn’t gone down but had gotten higher. Yet he seemed to be sulking with himself, ignoring it completely, following the same routine as yesterday.
Washing up, feeding Cheng Ge nutrient solution, then using a hot towel to wipe Cheng Ge’s face and body.
After finishing with Cheng Ge, he didn’t want to move anymore. Dizziness, chills. He slept by Cheng Ge’s bed for a long time.
Muddled, groggy for another morning.
Waking up at noon, Wen Ling felt he might faint if he didn’t eat something, so he randomly ordered takeout, sat on the chair by the bed, and swallowed one-third of it whole. He really couldn’t eat anymore so he stopped.
Cleaning up the things, Wen Ling went to the kitchen to wash his hands. Coming back, he saw Cheng Ge looking at him with open eyes.
Wen Ling was stunned instantly, standing there motionless like a fool.
Cheng Ge was originally a bit worried, but seeing Wen Ling’s dazed look, felt the silly Wen Ling was a bit funny, laughed briefly, and spoke: “What are you doing? Scared silly?”
Wen Ling paused for two seconds, shook his head, and walked closer to Cheng Ge, staring straight at him without blinking, his eyes slowly turning red.
Cheng Ge, seeing Wen Ling like this, was also a bit at a loss, so he sat up, waved at Wen Ling, his tone very gentle: “Come here for a hug.”
Wen Ling’s movements were slow, not pouncing like in the dream. He was afraid it was another dream that would shatter accidentally.
Cheng Ge felt that guy was dawdling, making the atmosphere a bit strange, so he directly scooped the person into his arms, stroking the back of the person in his embrace rhythmically.
[Conquest Value 40%]
[Conquest Value 41%]
[Conquest Value 42%]
Cheng Ge was annoyed by the notification sound, frowning slightly: [Stop the noise first, tell me the final result tonight.]
001: [.]
Cheng Ge gently touched Wen Ling’s head with his other hand, and soon found a small bump. Three days and there was still a small bump; seemed the hit that day was really not light.
Cheng Ge gently rubbed Wen Ling’s head: “Does it still hurt here?”
Wen Ling rubbed against his clothes and shook his head.
“I was too angry that day. It wasn’t intentional. Sorry.”
Wen Ling pressed his hand against his chest, buried in his arms for a long time without answering. Gradually, Cheng Ge could hear Wen Ling’s sobbing sound, his body shaking.
Crying?
This little lunatic Wen Ling can cry?
Although Cheng Ge was very surprised why Wen Ling cried so sadly, he felt this was a good opportunity to dig out the rotten wood.
When the person calmed down a bit, Cheng Ge held Wen Ling’s shoulders, creating distance between the two.
“Cheng Ge…” Wen Ling’s eyes were very red and a bit swollen, pursing his lips looking at him, reaching out wanting to continue hugging.
Cheng Ge blocked Wen Ling’s movement, “Ask you first, would a specimen hug you like this?”
Wen Ling immediately shook his head.
“Would a specimen make delicious food for you?”
“Would it cover you with a quilt?”
Wen Ling shook his head again.
“Speak.”
“No…” After speaking, Wen Ling’s tears fell again.
Cheng Ge wiped away Wen Ling’s tears with his thumb, kissed his eyelids and the corners of his eyes, and asked again: “Would a specimen comfort you like this?”
“No.”
“Is a living person the same as a specimen?”
“Different, not the same at all…” Wen Ling had discovered it. Specimens had no temperature, wouldn’t hug him, kiss him, wouldn’t rub his stomach or blow his hair, wouldn’t make delicious food for him or care about him. That was just a shell.
He only wanted the current Cheng Ge. He liked the current Cheng Ge, the living Cheng Ge.
Cheng Ge’s face became serious: “Then is a little bird that can jump and call the same as a specimen?”
Wen Ling looked at Cheng Ge, lowered his head, hands picking back and forth uneasily: “…Different.”
“But you turned the little bird I liked into a specimen.”
“This is what you did wrong.”
“So I was very angry.”
Wen Ling clutched Cheng Ge’s clothes, big drops of tears falling: “I, I was wrong, don’t be angry.”
“Cheng Ge…”
Cheng Ge felt sour and astringent in his heart, but still didn’t hug him: “Will you do this next time?”
Wen Ling shook his head: “Won’t do it anymore!”
“Then apologize to me, apologize to the little bird, and find a resting place for the little bird. We’ll let this matter pass.”
“Sorry, Cheng Ge sorry…” Wen Ling was still shedding tears.
“No crying when apologizing.”
Then Wen Ling clutched his clothes, biting his lip, looking very stubborn. Unfortunately, tears were still falling. Cheng Ge couldn’t hold back and hugged him to comfort him for a while.
“If you make such a mistake again next time, here with me, the page will never be turned.”
Wen Ling kept nodding, apologizing to Cheng Ge with a muffled voice.
“It’s okay,” Cheng Ge rubbed Wen Ling’s head. “Reluctantly forgive you.”
“No next time.”
Unexpectedly, Wen Ling gave an “Mn,” looking even more aggrieved, making Cheng Ge somewhat at a loss.
Cheng Ge had to find some other topics to distract this guy.
“Does your stomach still hurt?”
“Doesn’t hurt.”
“Really?”
Wen Ling paused, then changed his words: “…A little uncomfortable.”
Actually, Cheng Ge’s questioning just now was fearing Wen Ling didn’t feel it properly and didn’t even know if his stomach hurt. But the little lunatic saying “hurts a little” with a very muffled and soft voice had more lethality than “hurts a lot.”
As if he was persevering despite illness, saying it didn’t hurt just so Cheng Ge wouldn’t worry.
How pitiful.
Cheng Ge coughed lightly: “What about your hand? Does the hand still hurt?”
“A tiny bit,” after speaking, Wen Ling was stunned for two seconds, looking up at Cheng Ge: “You can hear?”
“I can hear. I also know what you did,” speaking of this, Cheng Ge wanted to pick a bone. “Didn’t eat lunch and dinner yesterday, didn’t take medicine for the fever, didn’t cover yourself well with the quilt at night. Didn’t eat breakfast this morning either, right?”
Although the motive wasn’t pure, Cheng Ge had diligently helped Wen Ling nurse his stomach for a month, and it was ruined back all at once. Could he not be annoyed?
Meeting Wen Ling’s gaze, Cheng Ge heard Wen Ling give a very light “Mn,” then clutching his clothes, quickly kissed his lips once, and then buried his head in his chest again.
!?
What the hell?
He’s picking a bone; what is this little lunatic doing!?
Cheng Ge rolled his eyes around without a landing spot, finally lowering his gaze to land on Wen Ling’s head. The black hair was very soft and smooth, looking obedient.
Cheng Ge couldn’t help rubbing it.
Damn it, he cut the hair himself.
The two were quiet for a long time, and hugged for a long time.
“Are you hungry?” Finally, Cheng Ge broke the silence of the room.
No “hungry” or “not hungry,” Cheng Ge waited for steady breathing sounds.
Wen Ling fell asleep.
Cheng Ge carefully laid the person on the bed, covered him with the quilt, washed a towel, folded it, applied it to Wen Ling’s forehead, and then left the room.
Cheng Ge took a thorough shower inside and out, then went to the kitchen to cook.
These three days had tortured Cheng Ge badly, fearful, afraid Wen Ling would turn him into a specimen, and also afraid of 001’s exploitation.
He had seen clearly the vicious face of the capitalist 001.
When Wen Ling choked his neck, Cheng Ge used three points to redeem Feign Death for three days.
But this feign death was the same state as real death. Logically speaking, when Wen Ling listened to his heartbeat, he shouldn’t be able to hear it because his heart wouldn’t beat originally.
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