Chapter 68: Don’t Ignore Me Anymore
After a long while, Wen Ling hugged Cheng Ge tightly again. He lowered his head, his voice soft and muffled: “Cheng Ge, I’m sorry.”
Looking so obedient, like a fluffy, pitiful little animal, anyone who saw him would melt. Cheng Ge subconsciously started comforting the person: “It’s okay, it’s okay.”
“But, but you shared the food you gave me with them, so you were also in the wrong.”
“Alright, alright, alright. I’ll get your permission next time, okay?”
“Mn… you can only give them a little bit.”
Cheng Ge started laughing: “I’ll give you a lot, a lot.”
“Mn mn.” Wen Ling nodded seriously.
“So we’ve made up? Don’t ignore me anymore.”
“Okay.” Wen Ling kissed Cheng Ge’s cheek.
He wouldn’t really ignore Cheng Ge. Even if Cheng Ge ignored him, Wen Ling would tie the person up, forcing Cheng Ge to talk to him and keep him company.
“Does your tummy feel uncomfortable?”
Wen Ling’s eyelids lifted and drooped: “…A little bit.”
Knew it. Cheng Ge slipped his hand under the hem of Wen Ling’s clothes, skillfully beginning to rub his stomach for him.
Wen Ling circled Cheng Ge’s neck, obediently resting his head on Cheng Ge’s shoulder.
Cheng Ge tried to understand Wen Ling’s thoughts.
Wen Ling placed great importance on the fact that he cooked for him—this could be seen from Wen Ling suddenly topping up two thousand. Then Wen Ling treated the dishes he cooked as his own belongings. This guy Wen Ling was someone with extremely strong possessiveness, so he definitely wouldn’t be willing to let others take even a tiny bit.
Little tyrant.
Fortunately, this wasn’t an unsolvable problem.
Listening to Wen Ling’s breathing slowly even out, Cheng Ge’s movements didn’t stop. He asked softly, “Does it still hurt?”
Wen Ling hugged Cheng Ge and rubbed against him. He loved being this intimate with Cheng Ge so much. Cheng Ge hadn’t hugged and kissed him like this for a long, long time.
“…It doesn’t hurt anymore.” Wen Ling’s tone was lazy. He rubbed against Cheng Ge’s neck and shoulders as if he had no bones. The legs hooked around Cheng Ge’s waist had already dropped down, occasionally swinging slightly, like a lazy little cat. It was Wen Ling’s very comfortable and relaxed state.
Except his arms still hooked tightly, showing no willingness to let go of Cheng Ge.
Cheng Ge rubbed him for a while longer before putting the person down. Wen Ling tilted his head up and pecked Cheng Ge on the lips, then hugged the person in front of him tightly again: “Thank you, Cheng Ge.”
Cheng Ge let Wen Ling hug him, raising a hand to pinch the back of his neck, thinking about the matter he wanted to tell Wen Ling.
“It’s a bit late now. I’ll make the cold cucumber salad for you tomorrow.”
“Mn.”
“Sleep well tonight. If you can’t sleep, call me. You can call me anytime.”
“Okay.”
“In a little while, I’ll give you a surprise.”
“A surprise?” Wen Ling suddenly lifted his head. Luckily, Cheng Ge had anticipated it and dodged in advance, otherwise he would have been bumped on the jaw.
“What kind of surprise?”
The word “surprise” was truly unfamiliar to Wen Ling. He almost never experienced this kind of emotion, yet Cheng Ge actually said he was going to give him a surprise.
Because Cheng Ge said it, it was very convincing.
“It’s not a surprise if I tell you in advance.” Cheng Ge kept him in suspense, looking at Wen Ling’s sparkling eyes, feeling increasingly smug.
Wen Ling acted a bit like a rascal, nuzzling his head against Cheng Ge. “Alright then, I’m really looking forward to it now.”
Cheng Ge was tickled by Wen Ling’s unruly head. Unable to hold back, he stopped Wen Ling’s movements. “Don’t move.” Then he kissed Wen Ling on the cheek and forehead as if in compensation.
“Okay,” Wen Ling looked at Cheng Ge, his expression showing a fraction of smugness: “Actually, I also have a gift for you.”
“What gift?” This exceeded Cheng Ge’s understanding of Wen Ling.
In Cheng Ge’s view, apart from saying thank you, Wen Ling was actually someone who didn’t really understand social etiquette. How would he think to give a gift?
“Mine is also a surprise.”
In other words, Wen Ling also wanted Cheng Ge to look forward to it a bit.
Cheng Ge couldn’t hold back a smile, resting his forehead against Wen Ling’s shoulder. He felt that Wen Ling like this was very lively, using his own word “surprise” to give a “tooth for a tooth,” and even being secretly smug as if he had pegged that he would look forward to it.
Cheng Ge: “Alright then.”
“Let’s go, we should head out.”
Wen Ling lingered for a bit longer before saying muffledly: “Alright then.”
Actually, if possible, Wen Ling wanted to stay forever in a space where there was only Cheng Ge, just him and Cheng Ge two people. How wonderful would that be.
But Wen Ling also knew this was impossible. The first point was that Cheng Ge was unwilling, and he didn’t want Cheng Ge to be unhappy.
Exiting the bathroom, Cheng Ge apologized to Ji Ji and Zhao Zhishen, thanked them, exchanged a look with Wen Ling, and then left.
Returning to his own dorm, Cheng Ge was besieged by his two roommates: “How did it go? How did it go?”
Lin Hai was highly nervous: “Damn, Cheng Ge, what’s with your neck? Did Wen Ling bite you? Is he that hungry?”
Zhang Fan couldn’t bear to look: “Idiot, of course not. One look and you can tell it’s out of grievance.”
“…”
Cheng Ge listening to his roommates chiming in one after another, felt a headache coming on. He tugged at his clothes to cover the bite marks, signaled his roommates to calm down, and answered concisely: “We made up.”
“Really?”
“Mn.”
“I knew Wen Ling had such a good temper, he definitely wouldn’t hold it against you…”
“Yes.” Cheng Ge smiled, patting his roommates’ shoulders in deep agreement.
But he will hold it against you guys.
After this incident, Cheng Ge tried his best to consider Wen Ling’s emotions these days. Added to the fact that the matter with Lin Yuchen wasn’t completely over, Cheng Ge wished he could keep a firm eye on the person.
But his energy was truly very limited. The basketball games and ranked game matches stripped away more than half his time. The only long periods they spent together were when Wen Ling tutored him.
Recently, Cheng Ge found a very suitable place to study together with Wen Ling. It was that small pavilion halfway up the mountain they had visited before.
He said it was suitable because Cheng Ge could tell Wen Ling especially liked that place. Probably because the small pavilion was very quiet and there was no one else, so Wen Ling felt very at ease staying there.
He also had a lot of small movements.
Brazen ones.
Because Cheng Ge had been studying this major for some time now, rushing and hurrying, he had pretty much caught up with the progress. Ordinary assignments and small quizzes were absolutely no problem, so he didn’t really need Wen Ling to teach him. Thus, the two went from one-on-one tutoring to two people reading and doing homework together.
Wen Ling read books and did homework extremely fast. After finishing his own, he would mess with Cheng Ge.
Sometimes Wen Ling would stare straight at Cheng Ge, his eyes completely filled with “want to kiss, want to kiss.” When Cheng Ge couldn’t study anymore under that stare, he would kiss Wen Ling on the cheek and then straighten that round head.
“Be careful not to sprain your neck.”
After being kissed, Wen Ling would be quiet for a little while, then start other small movements. Like reaching out to hold Cheng Ge’s free hand, or leaning on Cheng Ge’s shoulder to see what he was studying, then pressing cheek-to-cheek with Cheng Ge, comfortably letting out one or two soft whimpers.
Wen Ling didn’t talk much, very quiet, but his presence was extremely strong.
An annoying little spirit.
But Cheng Ge looked on the bright side: this could practice his concentration, mm.
Occasionally, when Wen Ling got tired of making a fuss, he would rest his head on the desk and think about things. Or maybe he wasn’t thinking about things, just zoning out or letting his mind wander. In short, it wouldn’t be long before his eyelids would slowly close, and then he would fall asleep.
Just like today, without tossing around for long, he rested on the desk watching Cheng Ge until he fell asleep.
After reviewing the textbook, Cheng Ge stretched lazily. Propping his chin with one hand, he watched the soundly sleeping Wen Ling for a good while, feeling that Wen Ling was still the most well-behaved and endearing when asleep.
Cheng Ge discovered he also quite liked this small pavilion. It felt like a secret base known only to him and Wen Ling.
A secret base. So childish, yet inexplicably softened one’s heart.
A gentle breeze brushed past. The touch was clearly cool, yet Cheng Ge felt a bit hot and bothered.
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