Chapter 137: Just… Just Playing a Bit
After stomping the kiln down, the two sat shoulder-to-shoulder on the ridge of the field. Cheng Ge took out his phone to scroll through videos with Wen Ling.
Wen Ling didn’t actually like watching short videos; he just loved resting his chin on Cheng Ge’s shoulder, watching Cheng Ge play, clinging to him, and observing Cheng Ge’s expressions with his round eyes.
He knew Cheng Ge liked watching animal videos, especially fluffy little animals.
Sometimes, when a video of a fat, big-eyed cat came up, Cheng Ge would specifically show it to Wen Ling, saying his eyes were just as pretty and cute.
“Are they as cute as me?” Wen Ling would always ask.
Cheng Ge would immediately catch the scent of jealousy and quickly kiss Wen Ling’s cheek. “Of course not, you’re the cutest.”
Cheng Ge also loved watching funny videos. Every time he watched them, he would laugh until he was out of breath. Seeing Cheng Ge laugh like that, Wen Ling couldn’t help but laugh along, though in reality, Wen Ling didn’t understand what Cheng Ge was laughing about at all.
Today, Cheng Ge suddenly swiped to a video of a capybara, chubby, balancing an orange on its head while rubbing its round belly in the water.
Cheng Ge’s eyes curved. He pointed at the screen and said to Wen Ling, “Look, it looks so dopey.”
Wen Ling’s gaze shifted from Cheng Ge’s face to the screen. After watching for two seconds, he said, “Dopey.”
Cheng Ge laughed even harder. He clicked into the creator’s profile and watched a few more, but the more he watched, the stranger it felt.
He remembered capybaras didn’t look quite like this?
Then he searched and checked the comments section, only to discover that the video was actually AI-generated. Regular capybaras were longer and thinner.
Cheng Ge was a bit surprised, not expecting AI synthesis technology to be this realistic already.
“Do you think the capybara is very cute?” Wen Ling suddenly asked.
“Ah,” Cheng Ge was still thinking about the AI thing and casually replied, “It’s alright, pretty cute.”
“But the one balancing the orange we just watched was fake, synthesized.” Cheng Ge searched for a few real ones to show Wen Ling.
Unexpectedly, Wen Ling buried his face in Cheng Ge’s clothes and rubbed against them, giving off a somewhat unreasonable vibe: “…I don’t want to look.”
“Hmm?” Cheng Ge was amused by Wen Ling’s behavior, his heart softening. “Then should we watch something else?”
“Aiya…” Wen Ling clenched his fists, his knuckles rubbing against the fabric on Cheng Ge’s arm. “Aren’t we roasting chicken… You’re too distracted.”
Cheng Ge put away his phone, a suppressed laugh in his voice. “Then should I focus a bit more?”
Wen Ling’s head rubbed against Cheng Ge’s arm. “Mhm, let’s focus on roasting the chicken.”
These little actions of Wen Ling’s were practically scratching right at Cheng Ge’s heartstrings.
Cheng Ge pinched Wen Ling’s cheek. “Are you begging for a kiss?”
Wen Ling looked very smug. Leaning into the posture of Cheng Ge pinching his cheek, he lowered his head and kissed the webbing between Cheng Ge’s thumb and index finger, his eyes curving. “Yes.”
Cheng Ge’s hand instantly burned up. He let go of Wen Ling, lowered his head, arched his back, and rested his forehead on Wen Ling’s shoulder. His voice was a bit hoarse. “You just wait.”
“Why do I have to wait?”
“…Not suitable for children.”
Wen Ling’s voice was soft: “…Okay then.”
It was hopeless. Cheng Ge’s heart rate was already off the charts.
Cheng Ge swore, if there wasn’t a group of kids nearby constantly peeking in their direction, he would have kissed that guy Wen Ling to death just now.
Finally waiting until the chicken was done, Wen Ling huffed and puffed as he pushed a metal wheelbarrow back. Grandpa was waiting for them in the small courtyard and came over to help Wen Ling push, asking if Wen-zai was tired. Wen Ling said he didn’t feel anything.
The Wen-zai who said he didn’t feel anything washed his hands, returned to the room, and spread his palms out in front of Cheng Ge. Staring at Cheng Ge, he whined, “Cheng Ge, look.”
Cheng Ge closed the door, leaned against it, and held Wen Ling’s hands to inspect them. They were pale and clean palms; in short, he couldn’t see anything wrong.
Wen Ling timely reminded him: “They’re a little red.”
“Blow on them.”
Ever since Cheng Ge blew on a wound on Wen Ling’s arm while applying medicine, Wen Ling had fallen in love with this subtle action. If it hurt, he would ask to be blown on; if it didn’t hurt, he still had to pretend a little.
His little schemes were so obvious, practically calculating right in Cheng Ge’s face, but Cheng Ge just happened to fall for it every time.
No, Cheng Ge fell for every side of Wen Ling.
But blowing on them was impossible now.
Blow my ass, Cheng Ge only wanted to kiss right now.
With nothing to hold onto, Cheng Ge had to lean his back against the wall to stand steady, while Wen Ling had to stand slightly on his tiptoes.
One of Cheng Ge’s hands clasped the back of Wen Ling’s head, and the other wrapped around his waist, pulling him into his embrace. He kissed him urgently, yet lingeringly.
They were pressed very close together. Those hands that were supposedly “a little red” and needed Cheng Ge to “blow on them” were already busy feeling Cheng Ge’s chest and clutching his clothes.
Cheng Ge’s kiss this time was dominating. Wen Ling hadn’t been kissed like this in a long time and almost couldn’t recover. Instantly, his eyes and lips were kissed red, his eyes shining with moisture, his breathing rushed and chaotic.
But he didn’t want Cheng Ge to stop at all, deliberately acting cute and making little moves to get Cheng Ge to kiss him longer.
Wen Ling was kissed until tears welled up. Only when he truly couldn’t take it anymore did he behave a bit, hugging Cheng Ge’s waist and resting his head on Cheng Ge’s shoulder to catch his breath.
Once he had recovered a bit, his soul was still floating, and he began whispering and whimpering softly.
Cheng Ge stroked Wen Ling’s back, kissing the side of his ear, his voice hoarse: “Do you like it?”
“I like it.” If Wen Ling had a tail, it would be wagging right now.
Cheng Ge wanted to tease him some more, but Grandpa was already calling them from outside to eat the chicken. Cheng Ge had no choice but to suppress that surging impulse.
Cheng Ge ruffled Wen Ling’s hair. “Let’s go, time to eat.”
“Ah, Cheng Ge, wait a minute, wait a minute, let me hug you a little longer.”
Every time he was kissed too intensely, Wen Ling needed a long time to recover, clinging to him and refusing to let go. Now, even the kiln-roasted chicken he had been longing for was pushed to the back of his mind.
After hugging for quite a while, Wen Ling was finally satisfied and helped Cheng Ge out of the room.
Strictly speaking, it was both Cheng Ge and Wen Ling’s first time making kiln-roasted chicken, following a tutorial step-by-step. But the taste was genuinely good, and the whole house was filled with the aroma.
After a full meal and a shower, Cheng Ge and Wen Ling kept Grandpa company, watching a movie on the giant TV that was just installed a couple of days ago.
Only when the night grew deep did they return to their respective rooms to sleep.
At the door.
Grandpa reminded the two boys: “Sleep early, ah. Tomorrow morning Little Cheng still needs to go get his cast changed.”
“Got it, Grandpa.” Cheng Ge gritted his teeth, his expression beaming, while his elbow secretly nudged Wen Ling’s arm in a covert warning.
Wen Ling had absolutely no self-awareness. His hand was still rubbing Cheng Ge’s lower back, looking like a model of perfect obedience: “Got it, Grandpa.”
The door closed. Cheng Ge pinned both of Wen Ling’s wrists with one hand, and pinched Wen Ling’s cheek with the other, their faces very close. “What do you want to do?”
Wen Ling’s round eyes curved into crescents, his expression very lively. “Just… just playing a bit, ah.”
Cheng Ge took a deep breath, lowering his head to bite Wen Ling’s pouting lips. “Then let’s see who plays who later.”
“Hmm? You’re going to play me?” Wen Ling asked eagerly. “When is ‘later’?”
Wen Ling’s two simple sentences set Cheng Ge’s heart ablaze.
Cheng Ge knew Wen Ling probably didn’t grasp the deeper meaning of his words, but really, what kind of scandalous talk was Wen Ling spouting…
“Alright, stop talking.” Cheng Ge covered Wen Ling’s mouth. If he said another word, Cheng Ge was afraid he wouldn’t be able to hold back…
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