Chapter 29: What Time Do We Go Out Tomorrow?
“Good, good, good,” the old man’s tone rose. “Our Little Cheng is sensible… When do you have a long break? Little Wang next door came back for the holidays. When will you have time to come back?”
This, Cheng Ge couldn’t guarantee, only saying: “When I have time I’ll try my best to find time to go back, don’t worry too much about me here.”
“Good, good, Grandpa waits for you to come back. The chicken at home hasn’t been killed yet, just waiting for our Little Cheng to return, then I’ll make chicken soup for you…”
Cheng Ge held the phone listening to Grandpa talk about daily life, suddenly glimpsing the room door open. Wen Ling was standing there, his gaze presumably falling on him.
Didn’t know when he came out, or how much he heard.
Cheng Ge recalled just saying he would try his best to go back when he had time. Given the little lunatic’s nature, he would definitely think about him leaving again. Sensing trouble, he exchanged pleasantries with Grandpa under pressure and hung up.
“Awake?” Cheng Ge hung up the phone, looking at Wen Ling’s listless small face. Walking over, he pressed the back of his hand to Wen Ling’s face. “Seems not so hot anymore. Feel a bit better?”
Wen Ling didn’t nod or shake his head, lying feebly on Cheng Ge’s chest, weakly hugging Cheng Ge’s waist.
The heat hitting Cheng Ge was so hot it made him numb.
“That…” Cheng Ge didn’t want to wake up with an extra chain on his leg. Just in case, he planned to strike first: “Just now my grandpa called me.”
“…Mn.” Wen Ling’s voice was muffled, unknown if lack of spirit or some other reason.
“He asked me when I’d have a break to go back and accompany him. I said I’d go back when I have time.”
Wen Ling’s hand tightened, looking up at Cheng Ge slightly, eyes somewhat empty.
Seeing Wen Ling’s reaction, Cheng Ge knew he absolutely thought wrong again. “If you are willing for me to go back, can you accompany me to go back together?”
“Hm? What?” There was astonishment in Wen Ling’s eyes.
Cheng Ge curved his eyes slightly: “Just means you accompanying me to go back to see Grandpa together.”
Wen Ling looked at Cheng Ge, expression becoming a bit strange.
“Why this expression? Are you unwilling to accompany me?”
“No! Willing. I just thought…” Wen Ling opened his mouth, paused for a good while, then closed it again.
“Just thought what?”
“…Nothing.” Wen Ling buried himself back into Cheng Ge’s arms.
Cheng Ge sighed in relief secretly. His freedom was probably preserved.
When sleeping at night, Cheng Ge asked Wen Ling: “Aren’t we starting school soon? Do we want to go out together to buy some daily necessities?”
“Why not buy online?”
“I feel going to a physical store is better.”
Besides this reason, the main reason was Cheng Ge really wanted to go out. He had been locked up too long, suspecting his constant irritability and feeling of suppression was from not going out for too long.
Wen Ling mumbled: “Don’t like going out.”
“Once or twice won’t matter,” Cheng Ge felt Wen Ling couldn’t be this much of a shut-in, right? Deliberately tickling his waist: “Go, okay?”
Wen Ling wasn’t ticklish usually; touching and kneading were fine. But if deliberately tickled, he couldn’t stand it.
Wen Ling tensed his face, about to twist into a caterpillar, slapping away Cheng Ge’s hand. “Not allowed to tickle.”
But if Wen Ling didn’t have other tools and didn’t play tricks, how could he be Cheng Ge’s match? Cheng Ge bound Wen Ling’s two wrists with one hand, the other hand still scratching intermittently, deliberately asking again: “Go, okay?”
Wen Ling was tickled into physiological tears, refusing to answer, biting Cheng Ge’s mischievous arm in one go.
“Wah!” Cheng Ge withdrew his hand grimacing, not knowing if he was bitten to bleeding: “Are you a puppy you!?”
“Hmph…” Wen Ling pushed Cheng Ge once, moving further away from Cheng Ge. He really wasn’t used to interacting with Cheng Ge like that, weird.
Cheng Ge thought he played too much and Wen Ling got angry again, rubbing his nose awkwardly, quiet as a chicken.
“Sorry ha.” When Cheng Ge was in school, he was on the top bunk. Whenever he wanted to threaten him, he would tickle him. Cheng Ge cared about face, not wanting to lie on the floor holding back laughter, so he was forced to agree every time.
But Wen Ling was different. Whoever dared threaten him, he would give them a bite.
The atmosphere was particularly awkward, the air quiet to the point of weirdness. Cheng Ge consciously lowered his presence, but he was somewhat strange—if Wen Ling was angry, why didn’t the conquest value drop?
[001 001 001!]
001: [Speak.]
[Mind reading item once.]
[Okay!]
Tsk tsk tsk, damned capitalist machine, Cheng Ge roasted secretly.
Cheng Ge got the item, used it, and heard Wen Ling’s inner voice carrying a tiny bit of doubt and worry.
“Did I bite too hard? Will it hurt a lot?”
Cheng Ge’s eyeballs rolled around. What Wen Ling thought wasn’t “lock up” or “chop off legs,” but worrying about biting him to pain?
Too rare.
Cheng Ge coughed lightly, “That… my hand doesn’t hurt much either, just a bit painful at the start. But don’t do this next time,” Cheng Ge was really afraid Wen Ling would bite off a piece of his flesh without knowing severity, leaving himself a way out: “Actually it still hurts quite a bit.”
“…Mn.” Wen Ling’s voice was very small.
Cheng Ge felt the biting incident was turned over, but just didn’t know Wen Ling’s attitude towards going out tomorrow. Afraid of stepping on someone’s landmine, he didn’t ask again.
After a good while, Wen Ling moved to his side, reaching out to hug Cheng Ge. “What time do we go out tomorrow?”
Cheng Ge: “!”
Joy fell from the sky.
“Whenever you like, a bit late doesn’t matter.”
“Mn…” Wen Ling pressed his forehead against Cheng Ge’s chest, breathing gradually becoming calm and even.
Morning, Cheng Ge finished washing up. Wen Ling was still sleeping, sleeping very deeply. He suddenly discovered Wen Ling’s sleep quality seemed to have improved a lot unknowingly. Unlike sleeping lightly and for short periods before, now he would even sleep in.
The light penetrating the curtains illuminated Wen Ling’s face softly. Cheng Ge leaned in to observe for a while.
Compared to when he first transmigrated, Wen Ling’s face was slightly rounder, complexion much better, dark circles under eyes not so obvious. The most obvious change was the bruises on Wen Ling’s face from his beating; they had all disappeared some time ago.
He rarely observed a person so carefully unconsciously. That feeling was magical, as if Wen Ling had a special attraction, but where exactly was special, he couldn’t say clearly.
Maybe because Wen Ling was indeed good-looking, especially when sleeping, appearing innocent and harmless, a very clean appearance, giving people a wonderful feeling.
Cheng Ge thought, people are always easily fascinated by beautiful things and then can’t help getting close.
But Cheng Ge thought again, that beauty was just an illusion created by the quiet, obedient Wen Ling after falling asleep. When he woke up, it would be another round of acting on occasion, a battle of wits and courage. That was too mentally tiring.
Cheng Ge sighed slowly, suddenly noticing Wen Ling’s eyelids trembling.
Cheng Ge: “?”
No way? Why does this person always love faking sleep?
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