Chapter 88: Student Wen
Cheng Ge was still on the Fox Friends interface, so engrossed in his anger that when he suddenly felt Wen Ling’s gaze, he immediately tilted his phone screen away, fearing Wen Ling would see.
After quickly switching the interface, he laid the phone flat between the two of them as if nothing were wrong.
Cheng Ge gave Wen Ling a smile—a somewhat shy one, though it was actually due to a guilty conscience. His reaction just now had been a bit too much.
Wen Ling didn’t say anything; he was just as clingy as usual, rubbing his chin against Cheng Ge’s shoulder.
Cheng Ge guessed that Wen Ling probably hadn’t noticed anything, so he felt relieved.
Before his heart could fully settle, a sudden pain came from the tip of his ear, mixed with an itchy, tingling sensation that traveled straight down his spine.
Cheng Ge hissed and jerked his head away to dodge, pulling some distance from Wen Ling. He kept rubbing his reddened ear, his voice raspy: “Why did you bite my ear?”
Wen Ling’s face was tense, looking a bit unhappy. His tone was serious and aggrieved: “Is Cheng Ge doing something behind my back?”
Cheng Ge’s eyes widened.
Huh? Excuse me?
Cheng Ge suddenly burst out laughing. He had been holding in a breath of anger because of those idiots online, and he was a bit dazed by Wen Ling’s sudden attack. But when he heard Wen Ling questioning him in that “catching a cheater” tone, he really couldn’t hold back his laughter.
What did he mean by “doing something behind his back”?
Wen Ling’s expression made it look like Cheng Ge had done something to betray him, like flirting with someone else online.
“Hey, hey, hey, Student Wen, what could I possibly do to betray you?”
“Behind your back,” indeed. How unfair.
Wen Ling was probably embarrassed by Cheng Ge’s laughter; his temper lost its momentum, and his eyes weren’t as round anymore. He started to stutter: “Then why did you… hide it from me… and not let me… look.”
Cheng Ge laughed helplessly. He knew that little detail would be caught by “Detective Wen.”
“Aiya, my hand slipped, just a slip of the hand. I wasn’t intentionally hiding it from you.”
“Come here, come here.” Cheng Ge, eyes curved with a smile, pulled Wen Ling over. “Let’s look together.”
Only then did Wen Ling lose his little attitude. He tilted his head to kiss Cheng Ge’s cheek and leaned affectionately against him to watch him “play games.”
Actually, Cheng Ge felt that some of Wen Ling’s habits were really like a child’s—very childish.
For instance, Wen Ling loved to crowd over to watch whenever Cheng Ge was on his phone. He would be quiet and say nothing, not even looking at anything in particular, but he just had to be near him, looking very curious.
But in reality, Wen Ling wasn’t that curious. He just wanted Cheng Ge to pay attention to him and look after him.
He was like a child who was a bit mischievous but also shy—always making noise around you, yet acting shy and awkward when you spoke to him. But the moment you placed your phone between the two of you, put an arm around his small shoulder, and said, “Let’s play together,” he would sit obediently by your side, staring hard at the screen. Even if he understood nothing, as long as he felt you were leading him, he would be well-behaved and wouldn’t disturb you.
Wen Ling also had that habit of biting—such a brat.
Cheng Ge had been bitten by a kid before, a little boy from a relative’s house. He must have been four or five years old and just loved to bite people.
His family spoiled him and didn’t correct those small flaws. Apparently, he later got into a fight at school and nearly bit someone into the hospital before he was finally disciplined.
It was one thing for Cheng Ge not to recall this; once he thought about it, it became a major issue.
That fellow Wen Ling loved to bite people; he’d do it at the slightest provocation.
“Xiao Wen,” Cheng Ge used one hand to stroke Wen Ling’s shoulder twice. “Let’s discuss something.”
“Okay.”
“When we’re out and about, don’t go around biting people, okay?”
Wen Ling sat up a bit straighter. “I don’t bite other people.”
Cheng Ge tilted his head and glanced at Wen Ling. “So you only bite me?”
Wen Ling nodded, his tone still rising: “Mm.”
“I really like biting you.”
Cheng Ge: “…”
Why did Wen Ling look so proud? Since when was this a glorious quirk worth having?!
“Are your teeth itchy?” Cheng Ge asked.
“My heart is itchy,” Wen Ling said, even touching his own chest.
Looking at Wen Ling’s movement, Cheng Ge felt his own heart itch as well. For a moment, he forgot what he was going to say.
Wen Ling suddenly leaned extremely close to Cheng Ge. His breath hit Cheng Ge’s face, that heat drilling right into his skin. Wen Ling’s gaze was expectant: “Does Cheng Ge not like it?”
Cheng Ge: “…”
Who likes being bitten? Besides, this guy Wen Ling never knew his own strength.
But… Wen Ling’s eyes were too bright. It made Cheng Ge unable to say anything hurtful, so he could only say: “If you bite gently… then I’ll like it.”
“I am being gentle. I’m actually afraid of hurting you.”
“What about those times you bit me really hard? You even drew blood.”
Wen Ling lowered his gaze and spoke in a muffled tone: “That was because I was angry.”
Hearing Wen Ling talk about being angry made Cheng Ge feel like he was in the wrong. “…Fine then.”
Wen Ling was also a reasonable person. He wrapped both arms around Cheng Ge and buried his head in his chest, asking somewhat despondently, “Will you never let me bite you again?”
Hearing that soft, mushy tone, Cheng Ge felt like he was the one bullying the other.
A six-foot-tall man! So what if he got bitten? Wen Ling didn’t go biting anyone else; what was he doing being so petty about it?
“I’ll let you, I’ll let you.” But Cheng Ge still maintained some reason, reminding him: “But don’t use so much force. You have to hold back a bit.”
Wen Ling said “Okay, I’ll be gentle,” and added “Cheng Ge, you’re so good,” making Cheng Ge’s ears turn red again.
When the takeout arrived, the two went downstairs together to get it. After eating breakfast and resting for a bit, Cheng Ge asked Wen Ling if he wanted a haircut. He wanted to help him trim it and have a talk at the same time.
“I feel like it’s too long, it’s poking your eyes. Do you want to cut it?”
“I do.”
Actually, Wen Ling loved it when Cheng Ge cut his hair. Cheng Ge’s hands would brush and touch his hair, and he would even pick off or blow away the small clippings that fell on his face. Cheng Ge’s eyes would be fixed on him the whole time—it felt like soft fur tickling his heart.
Cheng Ge brought a small stool into the bathroom for Wen Ling. After combing his hair, he began to trim it slowly.
Cheng Ge cut quietly for a while before speaking: “Wen Ling, let me ask you something. Don’t be angry, okay?”
Wen Ling’s dark eyes stared at him. His tone was a bit grumpy as he said: “You’re not calling me ‘Xiao Wen’ anymore?”
Cheng Ge’s movements paused. He leaned down and looked at Wen Ling. That eager, serious look was written all over Wen Ling’s face.
“Xiao Wen, Xiao Wen, our Student Xiao Wen.” Cheng Ge couldn’t help but curl his lips. With Wen Ling’s interruption, the atmosphere had relaxed. “Let me ask our Xiao Wen something, okay?”
“Okay.”
Wang Lei always called Wen Ling “Xiao Wen” in front of Cheng Ge. Cheng Ge had heard it so much it became second nature. He had started calling him that occasionally a while ago, and recently it had become a regular habit.
But for Wen Ling, Cheng Ge was the first person to call him “Xiao Wen.” That feeling was very special, like an exclusive nickname. Wen Ling loved this form of address; he loved it when Cheng Ge called him that.
“It’s about earlier at the pavilion. Your phone rang several times. You were asleep then, and I was afraid it would wake you, so I turned the volume down.”
Wen Ling’s eyes curved. “Then thank you, Cheng Ge.”
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