Chapter 67: That Was Clearly What You Gave Me!
In the bathroom, Wen Ling hugged Cheng Ge tightly with both hands. Mercilessly, he bit Cheng Ge’s neck for nearly half a minute.
Cheng Ge patted Wen Ling’s back with one hand while holding the back of Wen Ling’s head with the other, gently stroking the hair at the nape of his neck without any resistance.
Just when the pain made Cheng Ge unable to help asking Wen Ling to be gentler, the force of Wen Ling’s mouth suddenly loosened, turning into a form of kissing.
Cheng Ge’s body tensed. He continuously soothed Wen Ling, his voice raspy as if he had smoked a pack of cigarettes: “Are you still mad? Have you calmed down?”
“Will you pay attention to me now?”
Getting no response, Cheng Ge grew a bit anxious, his tone carrying a plea: “Wen Ling, please look at me.”
Wen Ling was silent for a long time. Finally, he buried his head in Cheng Ge’s chest, his voice muffled: “I hate you.”
Cheng Ge lowered his head, pressing his cheek against Wen Ling’s ear and rubbing. A bit helpless, his tone was gentle, carrying a hint of distress: “Why do you hate me again.”
Wen Ling’s eyelashes brushed against Cheng Ge’s shoulder a few times. Then he lifted his head, his watery eyes wide open, staring unresignedly at Cheng Ge: “That was clearly what you gave me, why did you give it to others!?”
Cheng Ge was completely baffled. What was all this about?
“Don’t be anxious first,” Cheng Ge patted Wen Ling’s back. “What did I give you? And what did I give to others?”
Wen Ling’s voice was exceedingly aggrieved, and his eye sockets grew redder. “That was clearly the meal you cooked for me…”
“But I made a lot.” Cheng Ge had originally intended to share some with his roommates.
“Then I could eat it tomorrow, or the day after. I would finish the food myself. Why did you have to give it to others.”
Cheng Ge stroked the hair on the back of Wen Ling’s head, his tone devoid of blame: “So stingy? Not even giving them a little bit.”
“I-I can only accept you giving them a little bit, I’m already very generous,” Wen Ling emphasized again: “That was the food you cooked for me!”
Cheng Ge seemed to understand why Wen Ling insisted on eating that extra bowl.
He scooped a ladle of tomato and egg soup for Zhang Fan and the others, so Wen Ling had to scoop two more ladles. Lin Hai ate one and a half bowls of rice, so Wen Ling absolutely had to eat three bowls.
He must have at least double what the others had. This was probably Wen Ling’s thought process. Cheng Ge didn’t understand why Wen Ling had to be so serious about this.
“And you threatened me. Will you never cook for me again?” Wen Ling’s nasal voice deepened, and tears pattered down: “You threatened me. I hate you.”
“You clearly said you liked me the most. You are a liar.”
“Cheng Ge is a big liar!”
Wen Ling liked Cheng Ge the absolute most, only liked Cheng Ge. But Cheng Ge treated him like the most ordinary person. He couldn’t find a single difference between himself and others in Cheng Ge’s eyes right now!
Cheng Ge played basketball with others, shared a dorm with others. They couldn’t sleep together, couldn’t go to class together, and now even eating had others joining in, and the portion he ate was exactly the same as others. In Cheng Ge’s eyes, was he even more ordinary than an ordinary person?
Would he also become an “other” on some future day?
“You said you liked me the most…” Wen Ling cried out loud, hugging the person in front of him tightly, smearing tears all over Cheng Ge’s clothes.
Clearly, he had stepped back again and again. He didn’t even force Cheng Ge to only like him. Why did Cheng Ge still treat him like this?
Wen Ling completely had the posture of someone who wanted to suffocate himself. Cheng Ge kept stroking Wen Ling’s back but saw no effect, so he carefully cupped Wen Ling’s head, lowered his head, and kissed him.
For Wen Ling, there was no better or more straightforward way of comfort than a kiss. If there was, it was rolling in the sheets.
At first, it was Cheng Ge holding the back of Wen Ling’s head, leading Wen Ling in the kiss, kissing intermittently. Cheng Ge would kiss twice and then stop to check the state of the person in his arms.
Wen Ling gradually became unsatisfied with this superficial taste. His hands went from resting on Cheng Ge’s shoulders to hooking around Cheng Ge’s neck, standing on his tiptoes to actively kiss back.
He only wanted more, whether it was possessing or demanding. He only wanted Cheng Ge, just Cheng Ge.
He also wanted Cheng Ge to only want him.
It seemed that only kissing could remind Wen Ling of his difference from others.
Cheng Ge wouldn’t kiss others; Cheng Ge would only kiss him.
Cheng Ge found it incredibly strange. Wen Ling had almost been coaxed well, but for some reason, he suddenly started crying again.
Cheng Ge patted Wen Ling’s back and picked the person up.
Wen Ling cried very fiercely. Tears smashed onto Cheng Ge’s face. Clearly, he was almost out of breath, yet he refused to stop the movements of his mouth.
Originally, Cheng Ge could maintain a bit of a rhythm, but the moment Wen Ling cried, his heart panicked and grew anxious. Guided by Wen Ling, his breathing also became chaotic.
“Wait… wait a moment, ngh…” Cheng Ge only managed to pull a little distance away, not even having the time to catch a breath, before being chased by Wen Ling and having his lips blocked again.
“Ngh… stop for a second, Wen Ling,” Cheng Ge continuously patted and stroked Wen Ling’s back. “Breathe, breathe… ngh!”
Wen Ling was truly too insecure. He knew it himself, and Cheng Ge knew it too.
Cheng Ge bounced the person in his arms slightly, hugged Wen Ling tightly, avoided Wen Ling’s lips, and pressed Wen Ling’s head onto his neck. His hand buried into Wen Ling’s hair, gently stroking Wen Ling’s head, his face rubbing against Wen Ling’s cheek.
He also kissed—kissed Wen Ling’s tear-stained cheeks, kissed the reddened corners of his eyes, rubbing his ear and temples.
Both their chests heaved violently.
“I’m here, I’m here.”
“I didn’t lie to you. I really like you the most.”
“Don’t be mad anymore, okay?”
“I’m here.”
“Next time I’ll only give them a little bit, okay?”
Cheng Ge repeated this over and over, promising, explaining, waiting for Wen Ling to recover slightly.
“I didn’t let you eat that fast because I was afraid your stomach would hurt. Same goes for not letting you eat that much.”
“I only cared about you and didn’t care about them, right?”
“If you find my controlling annoying, I’ll write you a list of precautions. From now on, you follow what’s on the list, and I won’t control you anymore, okay…”
“No!” Wen Ling tightly gripped Cheng Ge’s clothes, emphasizing: “Don’t!”
Wen Ling precisely needed that straightforward, intense care to fill the insecurity in his heart.
He wanted to be unique to Cheng Ge. Cheng Ge had to care about him the most, spend the most time with him, talk to him the most, and the things given to him had to be at least double what others got. Only with such obvious disparities could he feel it.
“Then you said just now that I threatened you. Does it still count as me threatening you now?”
“It counts.” Cheng Ge’s attitude toward Wen Ling was meticulously distinguished by Wen Ling: “You were just using what I’m afraid of to threaten me.”
“You didn’t care for me like this before. Why did you say you wouldn’t do it next time?”
Cheng Ge had a headache. He also knew it was wrong to say that, but what other choice did he have with someone as stubborn as Wen Ling?
Cheng Ge remained very patient: “Then tell me, what should I have done to make you stop eating?”
“I… I…” Wen Ling stuttered “I I I” for a long time but couldn’t come up with a reason.
Because Wen Ling clearly knew himself that if Cheng Ge hadn’t said that, he definitely wouldn’t have stopped until he finished three bowls.
“You know that caring too much leads to panic, right?” Cheng Ge very intimately kissed Wen Ling’s eyelids, wiping away his tears. “I was just too worried your stomach would hurt again. I said that because I had no other choice. See, even you can’t think of a better method, how could I? Don’t be too harsh on me.”
Wen Ling’s wet eyelashes fluttered slowly, his tearful eyes staring straight at Cheng Ge.
(Author’s Note: When it comes to matters regarding Cheng Ge, Xiao Wen will haggle over every ounce for trivial things like this. His emotions are easily unstable, and he requires Cheng Ge to show him a lot of obvious partiality. Furthermore, Xiao Wen’s personality is extremely flawed; he won’t become completely better even at the end, he will only exercise restraint for Cheng Ge’s sake. There will probably be similar plots in the future. After every outburst, the relationship between the two takes a step further, and it’s also a process of mutual growth. I really love this dynamic right now, and actually, Xiao Cheng likes it too hahahahaha. If this is your squick, run away quickly!!! I cannot accept Xiao Wen being criticized for this)
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