Chapter 109: Living the Good Life
Recently, Wen Ling noticed that Cheng Ge was a bit different from before.
Time slipped away quietly. Cheng Ge’s team had been winning one match after another, and the basketball tournament they were participating in had already reached the semifinals.
In the past, when Cheng Ge played basketball matches, he was afraid Wen Ling wouldn’t like watching or would find it too noisy, so he always told him not to come. Now, however, he insisted on bringing him along.
No, he brought him every single time. He even wanted Wen Ling to accompany him to off-campus matches.
Today was an off-campus basketball match at another university, quite far from their own school.
In the bus, Wen Ling had leaned on Cheng Ge’s shoulder and slept for nearly an hour.
It was now late autumn, nearly winter. It was still hot at noon, but as the sun was about to set, it turned quite chilly, and the wind was rather strong.
After getting off the bus, Cheng Ge put one of his shirts on Wen Ling to block the wind.
“Oh my,” Wang Lei approached with a grin. “Our Wen Ling looks quite handsome in a shirt.”
Wen Ling was carrying a large cloth bag. He had been looking down at Cheng Ge’s hands as he buttoned the shirt, but he looked up at Wang Lei and said “Thank you” before looking back down at Cheng Ge’s well-defined fingers.
Cheng Ge glanced at Wang Lei. “Don’t ‘our’ him. He’s mine.”
“He was ours to begin with. Wen Ling, wouldn’t you say so?”
Since Wen Ling had come many times, he would help out with small tasks, acting as a sort of part-time logistic support for the team.
Wen Ling’s eyes curved. “I am Cheng Ge’s.” He didn’t give Wang Lei any face at all.
Cheng Ge let out a laugh—a very proud one. Wang Lei was also amused by the two of them, though his words were mock-pitiful: “Alright, alright. Being precious is just different. Unlike me, I don’t have anyone to say I’m theirs.”
Wang Lei remarked that Wen Ling only ever had eyes for Cheng Ge.
Cheng Ge felt embarrassed by the teasing. “Beat it, beat it! Keep acting. Not even an Oscar-winning actor could out-perform you.”
Wang Lei curled his lip. “Cheh. I’m going to talk to the captain.”
“Let’s go.” Cheng Ge finished buttoning Wen Ling’s shirt, took the bag of glucose and water from him, and led him away by the hand.
Now, whenever they were in crowded or unfamiliar places, Cheng Ge would take the initiative to hold Wen Ling’s hand.
At the gymnasium, Wen Ling sat beside Cheng Ge, kneading his hands and shoulders.
Wen Ling’s massage technique was “poisonous”—regardless of the pressure, it was always ticklish. Cheng Ge couldn’t help but laugh, and Wen Ling, thinking Cheng Ge found it comfortable, would work even harder.
Seeing Wen Ling having such a good time, Cheng Ge never stopped him. When Wang Lei jokingly scolded him for treating Wen Ling like “coolie labor,” Cheng Ge just looked a bit smug and said, “Then why don’t you find someone to be your ‘coolie labor’ too?”
When it was time to take the court, Cheng Ge squeezed Wen Ling’s earlobe and reminded him, “Remember to bring me my towel and water, okay?”
“Okay!” Wen Ling loved it when Cheng Ge assigned him intimate little tasks. His glassy eyes glowed, determined to complete the mission.
Once Cheng Ge stepped onto the court, he entered the zone. He only looked at Wen Ling during breaks, offering a smile toward Wen Ling’s camera.
When the first half ended, Cheng Ge walked toward Wen Ling, taking the mineral water and towel from his hands. He drank half a bottle, wiped away his sweat, and sat beside Wen Ling with a bit of distance between them.
“Let me see what you just shot.” Lately, Cheng Ge had developed a love for taking photos—photos of them together, and he also loved having Wen Ling take photos of him.
Cheng Ge took the phone and looked at the videos Wen Ling had filmed. Ever since Wen Ling realized his photography skills were a bit lacking, he had switched exclusively to filming videos.
As soon as Cheng Ge held the phone, Wen Ling wanted to lean on his shoulder to watch, but this time, Cheng Ge dodged slightly.
Cheng Ge pressed his cheek against Wen Ling’s. “I’m sweaty. You can lean on me after I shower.”
“Okay then.” Wen Ling used the top of his head to nudge Cheng Ge’s arm, prompting Cheng Ge to stroke his head.
The second half was played intensely, but Cheng Ge’s team managed a narrow victory, successfully advancing to the finals.
When Cheng Ge left the court, a girl from the cheerleading squad was pushed forward by several other girls. She acted generously but with the unique shyness of a young girl, holding a bottle of energy drink. “Senior, would you like some water?”
Before Cheng Ge could even say “Sorry,” he heard a voice by his ear say, “Gege, drink some water.”
Cheng Ge naturally knew who that voice belonged to. It made his ears go soft.
Before Cheng Ge could even take the water from Wen Ling’s hand, it was stuffed against his lips as Wen Ling poured it down. After he finished drinking, Wen Ling said, “Gege, wipe your sweat.”
Then, Wen Ling took the towel and rubbed and rubbed at Cheng Ge’s face until it turned red. His little expression was full of indignation and stubbornness.
Cheng Ge really wanted to laugh. He cleared his throat and said seriously to the girl, “Sorry, it seems the kid is jealous.”
The girl’s eyes widened at those words, and her face turned twice as red as before. “Sorry, sorry, sorry!” After a frantic apology, she fled the scene.
Cheng Ge grabbed Wen Ling’s hand, which was still rubbing back and forth on his face, and praised him: “Quite a timely arrival, Comrade Xiao Wen.”
Wen Ling looked at him huffily, a complaining expression that said ‘how could you do this’. “Aren’t you my Gege alone?”
“I am,” Cheng Ge smiled placatingly. “I am yours alone.”
“You let others call you ‘Senior’ (Little Gege).” Wen Ling lowered his head, looking a bit aggrieved. “If I had been any slower, would you have drunk her drink? How could Cheng Ge do that?”
He really was jealous.
Wen Ling was a massive “jealous jar.”
Once Cheng Ge understood that many of Wen Ling’s seemingly petty or pestering behaviors were due to jealousy, he found the man even more adorable.
A jealous jar was also easy to coax. A little cheek-to-cheek contact was enough, and if that didn’t work, a kiss would do.
After the match ended, they went to the restroom to wipe away the sweat and change clothes. The group then went to a restaurant near the school for a grand celebration feast.
As everyone grew excited during their chat, they ordered several bottles of alcohol. Since tomorrow was Saturday, they drank without any reservations.
Cheng Ge’s alcohol tolerance was decent; he had never been drunk at a gathering before. However, he didn’t like drinking. He only had two glasses with the group. When Wang Lei tried to pour him more later, he declined, saying he was almost drunk.
“Then Xiao Wen can drink for you.” Wang Lei jokingly suggested that Xiao Wen take over. Cheng Ge decided to watch the show; Wen Ling never drank alcohol, and he wanted to see how Wang Lei would be rebuffed.
To his surprise, without a word, Wen Ling downed a full glass in one gulp.
“Hey!”
Both Cheng Ge and Wang Lei reached out too late to stop him. They shared a glance and then looked at Wen Ling, who had finished the glass.
Wen Ling first furrowed his brows, then smiled at Cheng Ge—a somewhat silly smile. “So spicy.”
Cheng Ge poured a glass of warm water for Wen Ling. After Wen Ling finished it, Cheng Ge cupped his face and asked, “Are you drunk already?”
Wen Ling shook his head. “No, I’m very clear-headed. I don’t feel anything.”
Cheng Ge looked him over left and right. Only after deciding Wen Ling was truly fine did he settle the score with Wang Lei.
Wang Lei felt embarrassed too. Cheng Ge only ever poured plain water or fruit juice for Wen Ling, so he naturally hadn’t actually expected Wen Ling to drink. “I was just joking. Who knew Wen Ling was so fierce?”
Wen Ling blinked. “Is drinking like this also called ‘fierce’?” He had thought only speaking bluntly was “fierce.”
Wang Lei was stared at by Cheng Ge until he shook his head frantically, feeling incredibly guilty. “I suddenly remembered I need to use the restroom. Bye-bye!”
Wen Ling looked at Cheng Ge. “Am I really very fierce?”
Cheng Ge had called Wen Ling that before, too, but he had meant it in a wilder sense.
During this period, Cheng Ge had been waking up in the middle of the night every day to go to the bathroom. He hadn’t been like that before. More importantly, Cheng Ge would stay in the bathroom for a long time before coming out. He’d return to the bed, hug Wen Ling, kiss his eyes and nose, and then go back to sleep.
Without Cheng Ge holding him, even if Wen Ling didn’t wake up, he would still perceive it. He could only sleep peacefully if someone was holding him.
A few times was one thing, but Cheng Ge did it every night. Wen Ling found it strange. One day, he followed him up, quietly creeping to the door. There were sounds coming from the bathroom; it seemed Cheng Ge was talking to someone.
Wen Ling furrowed his brows. He leaned against the door to listen for a while. The voice would drop for a bit and then rise again, and there was also the sound of music.
He seemed to be living quite a “moist” life in there.
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