Chapter 27: Tracker
Cheng Ge’s brow jumped. Without hesitation, he leaned down and kissed Wen Ling’s lips.
Don’t think Cheng Ge didn’t know—if his movement was even half a second late, eyes going black and closing, when he opened them again, he would definitely be tied to the chair in the laboratory.
Chu.
Cheng Ge kissed very earnestly, not daring to be perfunctory or slack in the slightest, gently stroking Wen Ling’s back, hoping the little lunatic’s emotions could return to normal faster.
When Wen Ling was kissed into a daze, Cheng Ge let the person breathe a little, but the hand holding the needle still lingered on the side of Cheng Ge’s neck.
“Mmph.”
Cheng Ge kissed him again regardless, kissing with great technique.
“Cheng Ge…”
Cheng Ge knew deeply that in this situation, using sex appeal was a must, so he didn’t stop him, but didn’t help either.
Cheng Ge’s pajamas were button-style. Wen Ling couldn’t undo them with one hand, and Cheng Ge had absolutely no intention of helping.
“Cheng Ge… I want to,” Wen Ling’s voice carried muffled frustration and discomfort, “Can’t undo it.”
Cheng Ge’s tone was cool, but a hint of anger could be heard, “Throw away the thing in your hand, otherwise no.”
After speaking, Cheng Ge lowered his head and bit Wen Ling’s lip very lightly.
Wen Ling’s consciousness was groggy and blurred, but he knew what he craved.
He wanted to be close to Cheng Ge.
After a long deadlock, Cheng Ge felt the needle pressing against his neck disappear.
…
He could feel Wen Ling was very uneasy right now, emotions fluctuating too much. Really afraid the little lunatic would go crazy, so Cheng Ge was incredibly patient.
Wen Ling felt like he was being cherished and held in Cheng Ge’s hands.
“Not lying to you.”
“Not leaving.”
Chu…
Cheng Ge kissed Wen Ling with every sentence he spoke, simply using all his skills and the greatest patience of his life.
“Like it or not?”
Cheng Ge buried his face in the side of Wen Ling’s neck and asked. When speaking, the hot air hit Wen Ling’s neck, a bit ticklish, somewhat hot.
Wen Ling hugged Cheng Ge tighter again, his voice soft and tinged with raspiness, like murmuring, yet the tone was certain: “Like it.”
“Trust me or not?” Cheng Ge rose slightly, taking the opportunity to ask again.
Wen Ling’s wet eyes were round, staring at Cheng Ge’s eyes which appeared exceptionally bright in the dimness. Eyelashes blinked lightly twice, he pursed his lips and refused to answer.
Cheng Ge used a little trick, so Wen Ling’s expression looked a bit aggrieved and uncomfortable, but he just wouldn’t relent like before.
Trying various methods proved useless. The little lunatic seemed dead set, just feeling Cheng Ge wanted to leave, that locking the person up was the only safety.
Cheng Ge finally had no choice but to give up temporarily.
Coming out after showering, the room temperature was a bit low. Cheng Ge picked up the quilt to wrap around both of them, circling Wen Ling as they sat. Hugging from behind, chin resting on Wen Ling’s shoulder, head nuzzling Wen Ling’s neck hollow very affectionately, stalling for time to think of phrasing.
Cheng Ge hugged Wen Ling tight, tone very gentle: “Why do you always think I want to leave?”
Wen Ling was silent for a moment, tone complaining: “…You are all like this.”
“Who is ‘you all’?”
Wen Ling refused to say. Cheng Ge kissed him twice but couldn’t pry it out, so he gave up.
“I really won’t lie to you.” Cheng Ge said.
“…Hmph.”
The little lunatic wanted to throw a small tantrum again. Cheng Ge was so angry his teeth itched. He bit Wen Ling’s shoulder, neither light nor heavy, his tone helpless and sincere: “I’m already like this with you, why lie to you? Really not leaving.”
“Besides, just going to school together, how did you convict me of wanting to leave? This is too unreasonable.”
“Hmph.” Wen Ling didn’t listen to anything, only hearing Cheng Ge say he was unreasonable, and deducted 0.5% from Cheng Ge’s conquest value.
Cheng Ge: “…”
“Don’t be like this,” Cheng Ge’s tone became like acting spoiled. “I’ll be very depressed staying here all the time. We are humans, we need to have contact with society.”
“Going to school equals wanting to leave.” Cheng Ge squeezed out some non-existent tears with all his might, and deliberately wiped that bit of liquid onto the side of Wen Ling’s neck. “Staying here all the time is really stifling. Not because of you, just that I can’t stay in one place for too long. If you keep locking me up like this, I really won’t be able to stand it.”
“I will get depressed, and then slowly become like a specimen.” Cheng Ge knew that negotiating with Wen Ling required discussing things Wen Ling cared about; only when it concerned the little lunatic’s interests would he listen.
“When I don’t even have the will to live, where would I have the energy to pay attention to you?”
“When the time comes, I’ll become a walking corpse shell, eyes dull. Won’t smile when seeing you, won’t cook for you, won’t hug you to sleep, won’t kiss you, and can’t be like now. Nothing will be allowed.”
“Isn’t it a pity?”
“Wen Ling, do you want to lock me up until I become a specimen?”
“No… you’re wrong, didn’t you say you wouldn’t be like that?”
These were all things Wen Ling feared. Because Cheng Ge’s feigned death last time indeed had a huge impact on the little lunatic, Wen Ling panicked instantly.
“I don’t want to…” Wen Ling turned around to hug Cheng Ge tight, urgent in both language and action. “I only want the current Cheng Ge.”
Cheng Ge hugged Wen Ling back, waiting for the person to calm down a bit. “Then you have to let me out, we go back to school together.”
“Otherwise I will become like a specimen,” Cheng Ge paused. “If you keep locking me up and not letting me go out.”
Wen Ling was extremely scared and also extremely conflicted. Two thoughts were battling, unable to determine a victor, anxious until his eye rims were tinged with a layer of red, eyes wet.
Cheng Ge cupped Wen Ling’s face, kissing him again and again, tone sincere: “I will accompany you, don’t worry.”
Wen Ling met Cheng Ge’s gaze, and three words popped out of his throat that had been stuck: “Tracker.”
“Hm?”
“Must install a tracker.” Wen Ling said.
Such a classic plot point, only Wen Ling seemed unaware of how offensive and displeasing this would be, proposing it directly as a condition.
How could Cheng Ge not agree? If he didn’t agree, he couldn’t get out.
Besides, Cheng Ge comforted himself, others are tracked and located while kept in the dark. He was informed. Thinking like this, it didn’t seem that hard to accept.
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