Chapter 85: Not Relieved
Wen Ling soon stopped moving. “Let me lie on you for a bit.”
“No.”
Wen Ling whimpered. “I let you lie on me just now.”
Cheng Ge started laughing again. It seemed Wen Ling always had a reason, no matter what he said.
“Oh, so you let me lie on you just now.” Cheng Ge mimicked Wen Lingās tone, his hand gently patting Wen Ling for a long time. “Feeling better? Still feel like you’re flying?”
“No.” The voice was thick and clingy.
“Are you full? Still hungry?” The food had already gone cold. Cheng Ge was thinking that if Wen Ling wasn’t full, heād order some late-night snacks.
“Iām full.”
“Alright then, get up. Iām going to clear the table.”
“Mgh.” Wen Ling grumbled and lingered on Cheng Ge for several more minutes before he was willing to get off him.
After Cheng Ge finished washing the dishes, he started tidying up other things in the dorm. Wen Ling followed right at his heels the entire time. Twice, Cheng Ge nearly bumped into him when turning around. Cheng Ge called him a “clingy spirit” before ushering him to go lie down on the bed.
By the time he finished cleaning, it was almost past bedtime. Cheng Ge was still shuffling back and forth between the balcony and the bathroom, acting quite dallying.
While brushing his teeth, Cheng Ge peeked into the room a few times. Wen Lingās eyes were still wide open, staring in his direction.
Normally, sleeping together wasn’t a big dealāthey were used to itābut this time, Cheng Ge felt like something was different.
In a two-person dorm, especially with Wen Ling huddled in the blankets waiting for him, the more he thought about it, the weirder it felt.
It was strangely embarrassing.
It felt like… cohabitation?
Cheng Ge splashed his face with cold water and slapped his cheeks with both palms, muttering to himself. Really, he was a six-foot-tall man! Why the hell was he being shy! It made him look so cowardly.
He walked to the bedside. While turning up the air conditioner temperature, he “preemptively struck,” asking casually, though it sounded a bit like he was looking for trouble: “Why do you keep staring with those big round eyes?”
“To look at you,” Wen Ling said, then let out a yawn, repeating Cheng Geās adjective with a nasal tone: “Round.”
Cheng Ge turned off the main lights, switched on the nightlight, and slid into the blankets. “Whatās there to look at? If youāre tired, go to sleep.”
The next second, Wen Ling stuck to him, wrapping his arms around Cheng Geās waist as usual. “I was waiting for you.”
That rising intonation, that drowsy, soft toneāit made oneās heart feel like it was melting into a sticky mess.
Fortunately, under the dim yellow glow of the nightlight, no one could see his ears starting to turn red.
Cheng Ge adjusted his sleeping position as if nothing were wrong. He slid one arm under Wen Lingās neck, pulling him closer, while his other hand rested on Wen Ling, habitually patting him gently. His voice was very soft: “I’m here now. Sleep.”
“But I still want to talk to you,” Wen Ling whispered.
“What do you want to talk about?”
Wen Ling didn’t know what he wanted to talk about, but he just liked hearing Cheng Ge speak. Whether Cheng Ge was apologizing or reasoning with him, it made him feel very comfortable. No one had ever spoken to him like that before.
“I don’t know, but I want to hear your voice.”
In truth, Cheng Ge did have many things he wanted to ask and discuss with Wen Ling, but it was too late now. Wen Ling had been tossed around by a bunch of trouble today; he wanted him to get some good sleep first.
“Sleep first. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”
Wen Ling didn’t want to sleep if he didn’t get to hear him, so he settled for the next best thing: “Then… tell me some ‘reasoning’ (principles).”
Cheng Ge couldn’t help but smile. What did Wen Ling take him for? Where would he get so many grand principles? And what kind of new fetish was this?
“Cheng Ge? Cheng Ge, Cheng Ge…” Wen Ling tugged at Cheng Geās clothes, making his skin itch.
No one can resist such a persistent fellow, Cheng Ge thought.
But at this moment, he really didn’t have any great wisdom to share, and lecturing him too abruptly would feel like a scolding.
“How about I tell you a story?” As soon as he asked, Cheng Ge felt his brain had short-circuited. Setting aside how childish this was, his storytelling skills were enough to make people laugh for daysāafter all, he wasn’t exactly a man of letters.
“Okay, I want to hear it.”
With that “want to hear it,” Cheng Ge had no choice but to bite the bullet.
But he really didn’t know any stories to tell. He first kissed Wen Lingās forehead and the tip of his nose to coax him: “Wait a moment.” Then he picked up his phone and searched for “Complete Collection of Stories.”
Cheng Ge clicked the first entry, skimmed it at lightning speed, closed his phone, and cleared his throat twice. “I’ll tell you a story about a little tiger looking for friends.”
“Okay.”
“Deep in the forest lived a happy little tiger. He had strong limbs and a loud voice…”
…
“The little tiger was very happy. He finally had his own best friend.”
Cheng Geās voice trailed off. The room was very quiet. He could hear Wen Lingās steady breathing and assumed he had fallen asleep. He tucked the covers in for him and gave him a gentle pat.
“Cheng Ge,” Wen Ling spoke with his eyes closed, his voice already thick with exhaustion.
“Hmm?” Cheng Ge asked in a whisper. “Not asleep yet?”
“Soon…” Wen Ling spoke softly and slowly, as if half-asleep. “I like listening to Cheng Ge tell stories.”
“Mm.” Cheng Ge kneaded the back of Wen Lingās neck to help him drift off faster.
“Tell me more tomorrow, Cheng Ge.”
“Okay.”
Cheng Ge thought Wen Ling had finally settled down, but after a moment of silence, he continued: “Tell me stories every day from now on… keep telling them to me forever.”
It sounded like he was talking in his sleep.
Cheng Geās movements suddenly stopped. It took a long while before he resumed: “Weāll see.”
“…Tell them to me.”
Cheng Ge didn’t speak again until Wen Ling was sound asleep.
To Cheng Ge, making promises like “every day” or “forever” to Wen Ling right now was simply too agonizing.
Once Wen Ling was completely out, Cheng Ge pulled him a bit closer into his arms before taking out his phone and opening WeChat.
Wang Lei said Zhang Fan didn’t know muchāonly that after Lin Yuchen broke up with his girlfriend, she had tried to get back with him quite publicly but was rejected. Other than that, they knew nothing.
Cheng Ge looked into some related matters. The timeframe of Lin Yuchen’s breakup was very close to when Lin Yuchen had gone to disgust Wen Lingāthey happened almost back-to-back.
Could it be that the girl had taken out her anger from being dumped on Wen Ling? At the thought of this possibility, Cheng Ge felt a surge of fury. Every debt has its debtor; what the hell did it have to do with Wen Ling? Why did he have to be disgusted by both of them?
But if that were the case, so much time had passed, and Lin Yuchen was already a vegetableāwhy was she making a move now?
Aside from this, Cheng Ge couldn’t think of any other possibility, unless…
Cheng Ge: [001]
[001: Yes, Host?]
[Is Lin Yuchen really a vegetable?]
It was confirmed that Lin Yuchen had been in a car accident, but he hadn’t confirmed if he had actually become a vegetable.
001ās response was slower than usual. It paused for two seconds before asking:
[001: Is the Host asking about the Lin Yuchen in the hospital?]
[Yeah,] Cheng Ge thought 001 was being weird. Where else would he be if not in the hospital?
[001: Confirmed as being in a vegetative state.]
Cheng Ge: [Fine.]
[001: 0.5 points deducted.]
Cheng Ge: […]
If Lin Yuchen really was a vegetable, then this matter was likely entirely that girlās doing.
There should be surveillance on the playground. Combined with the video on Wen Lingās phoneāif Wen Lingās camera didn’t move and the girl entered the frame herselfāit should prove that Wen Ling wasn’t secretly filming, but that she was spreading rumors.
But if this matter was simply labeled as a “misunderstanding,” the person who deserved punishment might not get what was coming to them. That would be truly unfair to Wen Ling. It wasn’t enough to satisfy his anger.
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