Chapter 111: Post-Drinking Thoughts
Cheng Ge had Wen Ling on his mind, fearing he wouldn’t sleep well without someone to hold him and also fearing he might suddenly start acting out from the alcohol. Thus, he showered very quickly.
When he came out, Wen Ling was still sleeping peacefully, deep and soundly.
Seeing that Wen Ling could sleep so stably on his own, a strange sense of oddity welled up in Cheng Geās heart. This feeling left him with a sense of emptiness.
Cheng Ge turned off the lights in the room and switched on the night light. He climbed into bed with light steps, tucked Wen Ling in, and lowered his head to kiss his forehead.
Then, something soft brushed against his jaw, feeling a bit ticklish.
Wen Ling was staring at him with open eyes. His expression was hard to read in the dim light, but he seemed much colder than usual.
Cheng Ge was stunned. Once he realized what was happening, he started to smile, feeling a bit helpless. “You love playing this game even when you’re drunk? You almost fooled me this time.”
Wen Ling didn’t respond. He blinked slowly several times and began pushing Cheng Ge. When he couldn’t push him, he furrowed his brows and stared stubbornly at Cheng Ge. He looked very serious, but he had no intimidating power at all; instead, he was quite cute.
Some people would act out when they were drunk, chattering endlessly or just passing out. Wen Ling, however, acted as if nothing were wrong.
He was much colder than usual, not being intimate and refusing to speak.
In truth, Cheng Ge still didn’t quite understand why Wen Ling kept pushing him away only to move back and be clingy again.
Not wanting Wen Ling to struggle with himself, Cheng Ge let go and shifted back a bit, widening the distance between them.
Wen Ling blinked, slowly curled his body, and closed his eyes, appearing ready to sleep.
Cheng Ge took out his phone and started recording a video of Wen Ling. He spoke as if talking to himself, yet also as if talking to someone else: “November 6th. Drunk, yet claimed not to be. Flung my hand away and then picked a fight asking why I wouldn’t hold you. How could there be such a drunkard in this world?”
“Sigh, I seem to be a bit pitiful. No one is paying attention to me, and thereās no one I can hug…”
Before Cheng Ge could finish his rambling, Wen Ling opened his eyes again, meeting his gaze through the camera lens.
Wen Ling lay there quietly for a moment before his body slowly began to move toward Cheng Geās embrace, letting Cheng Ge hold him. It was as if he were refuting Cheng Geās words about being “pitiful.”
Cheng Ge took the opportunity to hug Wen Ling, kissing the corner of his eye. “So well-behaved.”
Wen Ling nuzzled and sniffed against Cheng Geās chest before finally falling asleep in his arms. He didn’t move around again, behaving much better than his usual restless self.
Cheng Ge turned off his phone. He heard Wen Ling murmur his name in a soft voice that carried a hint of a question.
As he was about to enter the world of dreams, Cheng Ge thought he could probably understand the behavior of this little drunkard today.
Being drunk had exposed Wen Lingās “true nature”āaloof, distant, not fond of social interaction, and averse to physical contact.
However, he liked Cheng Ge. He liked being intimate with Cheng Ge. Those contradictory actionsādodging only to lean back in, leaving only to return, and pushing him away only to crawl backāwere actually just Wen Ling recognizing his person.
He didn’t want contact with others and wouldn’t let others touch him. But Cheng Ge was allowed; he liked it.
It was as if Wen Ling was making a choice between his two contradictory traitsāhis cold nature and his closeness to Cheng Geāand in the end, Wen Ling would always choose to be close to Cheng Ge.
This realization filled Cheng Geās heart, giving him a strange sense of satisfaction and joy. That bit of aggrieved feeling from being pushed away vanished into thin air.
Cheng Ge lowered his head and kissed the crown of Wen Lingās head. “Good night.”
The next day, Wen Ling had long since forgotten about getting drunk. He returned to his usual clingy self, looking for Cheng Ge as soon as he woke up. He could only feel at ease once he found him.
In the kitchen.
Cheng Ge washed the tomatoes, sliced a cross into the tops, blanched the skins off with hot water, and diced them. He then beat the eggs, prepared all the ingredients, and stood beside Wen Ling to watch him operate.
“The oil is hot. Put the eggs in, put them in.”
“Hmm, oh.” Wen Ling poured the beaten eggs into the pot. Holding the spatula, he quietly dodged into Cheng Geās embrace.
Cheng Ge rested his arm on Wen Lingās shoulder. “Don’t stir it yet. Only flip it once itās set.”
“Oh.” While Wen Ling said “oh,” seeing that Cheng Ge didn’t scold him, he kept pressing his body into Cheng Geās embrace, even wanting to stuff the spatula into Cheng Geās hand.
Cheng Ge wouldn’t let him take an inch. “Hey, hey, hey. Stand up straight.”
“Oil is splashing on me.”
“Keep pretending.” Cheng Ge suppressed a smile and flicked Wen Lingās head.
Fearing that Wen Ling would be splashed by oil, Cheng Ge had already equipped him to the teethāapron, oversleeves, and even an anti-oil face mask. As an extra precaution, Cheng Ge had even given Wen Ling a pair of sunglasses. It would be a miracle if any oil actually hit him.
“I… I feel like the oil is going to scald me.” Wen Lingās argument was weak, yet his tone was bold, painting the hot oil as something irredeemably evil.
Cheng Ge had no choice. He cupped Wen Lingās face and kissed him several times, playing into what Wen Ling liked. “Xiao Wen, Xiao Wen.”
Wen Ling was satisfied by the kisses, but he was still quite unwilling to stir-fry. In the end, after Cheng Ge used both coaxing and deception, Wen Ling finally managed to stir-fry a plate of tomato and scrambled eggs that looked, smelled, and tasted great.
“I don’t like stir-frying. I only like being your assistant.” Wen Ling grumbled.
Recently, whenever they were both free, Cheng Ge loved to teach Wen Ling how to cook a few simple, delicious home-style dishes. Cheng Ge was a very patient teacher and helped prepare everything, but Wen Ling was resistant to learning.
Normally, Cheng Ge never forced him to do anything, but he was unusually persistent about cooking lessons. He insisted that Wen Ling learn a few home-style dishes.
“I don’t want to learn. Won’t Cheng Ge always cook for me? Are you not going to cook for me anymore in the future?” Wen Ling was truly unwilling. “Why are you always making me learn?”
Being an assistant made Wen Ling feel that Cheng Ge needed himāthat they were harmonious and working together. But Cheng Ge wanting to teach him felt like he wanted him to be independent, like he wanted him to fly on his own.
But Wen Ling wasn’t going anywhere. Cheng Ge was his wings and his nest.
Moreover, Wen Ling was always afraid that if he knew how, Cheng Ge wouldn’t cook for him anymore. But he only liked the food Cheng Ge made.
“Who said I wouldn’t cook for you? I’ll cook for you for a lifetime,” Cheng Ge rubbed Wen Lingās wrinkled little face. “But throughout the year, you should cook for me once or twice, right? Otherwise, are you really going to become a little tyrant?”
Wen Ling bit his pursed lip. It seemed Cheng Geās words also had some merit. “Then, will you still keep cooking for me?”
“As long as I can, I’ll cook for you for a lifetime,” Cheng Ge said. “I also need to feed you until you’re a bit fatter.”
Wen Lingās heart felt a bit more at ease. “You said it. You can’t lie.”
“I said it. I won’t lie to you.”
Wen Lingās mood finally improved, and he asked Cheng Ge, “Then, is the dish I made delicious?”
Cheng Ge wasn’t at all stingy with his praise. He openly gave Wen Ling a thumbs-up. “Simply a delicacy of the human world.”
Then he watched Wen Ling offer a somewhat proud smile.
“I think itās delicious too.” When it came to cooking, Cheng Ge always felt Wen Ling was a bit of a flatterer, because he loved to say: “But I think what Cheng Ge makes is even more delicious.”
Then Cheng Ge would watch Wen Ling smile and praise him for being a smooth talker. The other party would fully accept the praise and take it to heart.
On Saturday, the two of them learned to cook and stayed in the dorm. On Sunday, they prepared to go and watch the sunrise.
This was how they had been spending their recent weekendsāone day at home, and one day out having fun. Recently, Cheng Ge loved taking Wen Ling to some meaningful places.
Last week, they went to a mountain to watch the sunset. The week before that, they went to see the sea.
To watch the sunrise, one had to wake up early. But Wen Ling was used to sleeping until the sun was high in the sky. Not wanting to struggle with waking Wen Ling too early, Cheng Ge didn’t plan to go to the small pavilion they had visited before.
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