How Did the Promised Yandere Villain Become a Clingy, Obedient Dog? Chapter 40

Chapter 40: Actually, I Really Want to Kiss You Right Now

Cheng Ge paused, knowing he had poked someone’s sad spot, and felt somewhat guilty. “Sorry.”

Then he started to change the subject in a “flustered” manner: “You taste it, it should be quite delicious, and… and I think you should eat cake whenever you want, no need for special holidays. Don’t think too much about the past… Is it good?”

Wen Ling almost couldn’t understand Cheng Ge’s messy rambling just now, only catching the last sentence, “Is it good?”

The summer night breeze was cool, brushing against the skin with a comfortable touch. The smell of the cake was sweet and fragrant, sweet with a hint of bitterness. He originally didn’t like bitter tastes, but when the chocolate melted and mixed with the cream, the sweetness it brought was richer and the texture more complex than ordinary sweetness. He thought Cheng Ge really knew how to buy.

Most importantly, Cheng Ge could eat with him at school.

Cheng Ge didn’t eat with others, only with him. He was special. This made Wen Ling very happy.

“Delicious.” Wen Ling answered with curved eyes.

Cheng Ge didn’t know why Wen Ling suddenly smiled at him. He was stunned for a moment, then coughed lightly: “Then eat more.”

Wen Ling continued his meal. Cheng Ge looked at Wen Ling’s profile for a while, slightly distracted.

He suddenly remembered Wen Ling’s roommate saying Wen Ling didn’t look at his phone much. In Cheng Ge’s impression, Wen Ling indeed didn’t like looking at his phone and engaged in almost no social interaction. Every day consisted of only sleeping, eating, painting, going to the toilet, and clinging to him—these few things.

Before Cheng Ge arrived, the item “clinging to people” had to be subtracted from these few countable events. He couldn’t sleep well, ate irregularly, and was full of illness. It seemed that both his daily life content and spiritual world were barren to the point of not producing a single bit of vitality.

Wen Ling was like duckweed drifting in the ocean of the world. He had no family, no ties, didn’t know why he still existed, didn’t know where he would drift to.

Wen Ling’s experiences made his heart uncontrollably pathological. He was excluded from social rules, but maybe deep down inside, Wen Ling also longed to integrate into this world?

At least he craved love, otherwise why would he still exist in this world with the appearance of an ordinary person? Otherwise, why was he always uneasy?

But the fact was no one loved him.

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After a long time, Cheng Ge heard his own voice.

“Look at WeChat more when you have time in the future, otherwise you won’t know when I send you messages.” Cheng Ge suddenly urged Wen Ling. It was to the extent that even he felt he was sick.

“Okay.” Wen Ling didn’t even lift his head.

Cheng Ge couldn’t help frowning. “Did you listen?”

“I listened.” Wen Ling was still eating sushi very seriously. He looked up: “This one with lots of seaweed is tasty. The one with ribbonfish slices isn’t tasty. Don’t buy the ribbonfish one next time.”

Cheng Ge: “…”

“Understood, understood.” So troublesome.

“Give me your phone for a sec.” Cheng Ge said.

Wen Ling tilted his head slightly, took out his phone and gave it to Cheng Ge without asking much. Mainly because in his eyes, the phone was really a brick; apart from contacting buyers for art commissions, it was useless.

Now the only noteworthy function was positioning.

Cheng Ge took the phone and opened WeChat. Good guy, it had already logged out. Cheng Ge logged back in, and at a glance, he could see seven or eight unread messages on his profile picture.

Cheng Ge clicked in, set himself to stick on top, and adjusted special care before returning the phone to Wen Ling.

The summer night breeze was pleasant. People on the roadside in twos and threes were talking and laughing.

“When is your birthday?” Cheng Ge made conversation.

Wen Ling drank a spoonful of dessert soup and looked up: “I don’t know. Don’t remember.”

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“Not to that extent, right? How can you not remember?” Cheng Ge thought Wen Ling was lying. Who didn’t even remember their own birthday?

Wen Ling didn’t like Cheng Ge talking to him with that tone and expression. He was in a bad mood: “Stopped celebrating very early on, so I don’t remember.”

Cheng Ge paused. Probably, maybe because no one celebrated his birthday for him, so he didn’t remember.

He looked at Wen Ling’s slightly furrowed brows and found that he always seemed to be dancing back and forth on Wen Ling’s unhappy matters.

While blaming himself, Cheng Ge suddenly longed to understand Wen Ling’s past, his family, experiences, wanting to know exactly how Wen Ling grew up, and how he turned into a dazed and clumsy little lunatic.

But he also knew Wen Ling wouldn’t reveal it to him. That was a past sealed tightly by Wen Ling.

“Alright,” Cheng Ge whispered. After a moment of silence, he proposed: “Then how about you pick a day you like to be your birthday? Gotta have a birthday.”

“Will you celebrate it for me?” Wen Ling suddenly leaned close to Cheng Ge. Very close. Cheng Ge could smell the sweet scent of dessert soup on him.

Wen Ling’s eyelashes were really long and thick. His pupils were darker than ordinary people’s, black and bright, like stars were hidden inside. Cheng Ge thought unconsciously.

“…Celebrate, I’ll celebrate it for you.” Wen Ling’s breath hitting his face and lips was hot. Cheng Ge leaned back slightly, turning his face away a bit: “Don’t lean so close…”

“Mn… then today.” Wen Ling’s eyes curved. “You bought me a small cake today. I like today.”

“Okay, today it is? September 6th. I’ve noted it.”

Cheng Ge wanted to tell Wen Ling not to speak so close to him again—men and men shouldn’t be too intimate either—but Wen Ling suddenly whispered in Cheng Ge’s ear: “Actually, I really want to kiss you right now, or you kissing me is fine too.”

Cheng Ge’s ears and brain went numb. He forgot to say everything, thinking his strange reaction must be because he was shocked by Wen Ling. He reflected again that he shouldn’t have let Wen Ling know there was such a thing as kissing back then, nor should he have taught him.

Just as he was about to scold him, Wen Ling sensibly pulled away the distance between them. “But you said we can’t do it on these occasions. I know.”

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He didn’t expect Wen Ling to listen and even take action.

He suddenly felt Wen Ling was extremely obedient, especially after coming to school, like an obedient student listening intently to class.

Cheng Ge quickly rubbed his itchy ear and pretended to cough twice. “Good that you know.”

Wen Ling wasn’t very happy, but he knew this couldn’t be helped.

If he locked Cheng Ge up, he wouldn’t need to care about so much. He really wanted to lock Cheng Ge up. Pity Cheng Ge didn’t want to. He was really afraid Cheng Ge would become a soulless shell, so he dared not take the risk.

“Cheng Ge, then when is your birthday?”

“You don’t know?” Cheng Ge was somewhat shocked. If Wen Ling didn’t even know the original owner’s birthday, how could he know his?

“You never told me, how would I know?”

“Then you really aren’t qualified.” Cheng Ge muttered softly. Other yandere villains engaged in imprisonment, wishing to dig up the person’s eighteen generations of ancestors, firmly circling the person in their palm. Yet Wen Ling, this little lunatic, didn’t even know his birthday.

“December 21st, the day of Winter Solstice.” Cheng Ge told Wen Ling his original birthday.

“December twenty-first, Winter Solstice.” Wen Ling repeated it himself, then nodded: “Okay, I remember.”

You’d better, Cheng Ge thought.

After finishing the late-night snack, Cheng Ge and Wen Ling returned to the dorm together.

At the dorm entrance.

“Then what if you come to my bed to sleep?” Wen Ling still didn’t give up. He thought his two roommates would sleep together too, so wouldn’t Cheng Ge coming to sleep in his dorm not be unconventional?

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