Chapter 142: Drunk Cheng Ge
“Pfft!” Across the table, Zhang Fan and Lin Hai laughed non-stop. They received a confused look from Wang Lei, followed by several glares.
Cheng Ge was so angered by Wang Lei that he laughed. He kissed Wen Ling’s cheek, then kissed the corner of his mouth.
His voice was very low, enunciating each word clearly: “What is my relationship with my wife?”
Wang Lei turned to stone on the spot, muttering: “Your, your wife…”
Cheng Ge: “That’s right.”
That’s right? Right my ass!
Wang Lei couldn’t believe it. This had to be fake, right!?
Wang Lei’s eyes widened. He turned his head to look at Zhang Fan and Lin Hai, pointing at that bastard Cheng Ge: “Hey! Hey hey hey!”
But Zhang Fan and Lin Hai were both laughing, their expressions clearly saying “we already knew” and “we can’t even look at you.”
Wang Lei simply doubted his whole life. For the rest of the meal, he only shoveled rice into his mouth in complete silence.
Cheng Ge and Wen Ling were actually gay!?
How was that possible!?
They were two guys who couldn’t be any straighter!
His psyche had taken a critical hit, and to top it off, Cheng Ge was still holding Wen Ling’s hand, dangling it right in front of him…
They had basically finished eating a while ago. Now it was just casual chatting, plus some extra mocking aimed at Wang Lei.
Cheng Ge went to the restroom and paid the bill on the way back. If this had been thirty minutes ago, Wang Lei would still have to praise him as a “true man.”
But now Wang Lei was just acting like a frightened quail.
Outside the restaurant, Lin Hai bumped shoulders with Cheng Ge and shook his hand.
Cheng Ge: “We’ll meet again if fate allows.”
Lin Hai smiled: “Acting all deep and mysterious.”
Zhang Fan looked at Cheng Ge, seemingly wanting to say something but stopping himself, finally only saying “Safe travels.”
As for Wang Lei, well, Wang Lei currently didn’t have the face to look anyone in the eye.
The entire way back, Cheng Ge held Wen Ling’s hand, holding it very tightly.
The villa, the bathroom.
Wen Ling’s clothes were fairly neat, but the fabric on Cheng Ge’s shoulder was already wrinkled from being gripped.
Wen Ling sat on the sink, kissing Cheng Ge, who smelled of alcohol.
He didn’t know when it started, nor how long they had been kissing.
There was clearly no steam in the bathroom, but Wen Ling’s eyes held a layer of mist. His eye sockets were wet and red, clearly indicating he had been crying.
Cheng Ge temporarily loosened the arm hooked around Wen Ling’s neck, his voice very hoarse: “Do you still want to?”
Wen Ling was unwilling to pause such kisses for even a moment, and it also made him feel lost.
Without even answering, Wen Ling chased after Cheng Ge to kiss him again.
Cheng Ge tilted his head back slightly, kissing back in response.
After a long time, Wen Ling’s eyes were unbelievably red, and the clothes on Cheng Ge’s shoulder had been squeezed into a mess by Wen Ling.
Cheng Ge deliberately pulled away slightly, his palm pressing against Wen Ling’s chest, staring at him with dark eyes.
“No!” Wen Ling was extremely flustered. His hands were weak, lacking the strength to hook around Cheng Ge. Fearing for Cheng Ge’s injured leg, he didn’t dare to cling to him like a koala.
Cheng Ge stared into Wen Ling’s wet eyes, subconsciously kissing him, only to be hugged even tighter by Wen Ling, who was furrowing his brows.
“A room full of handsome guys?” Cheng Ge asked suddenly.
“…N-no.”
Cheng Ge kissed the corner of Wen Ling’s mouth, his palms holding the sides of Wen Ling’s face. So gentle, yet he pulled away again: “Going to cultivate feelings over time with someone else?”
Wen Ling was innocent and lost, shaking his head with teary eyes, “I…”
Before he could finish, he was interrupted by Cheng Ge again.
The bathroom was quiet for a moment. Cheng Ge asked: “You what?”
“I… I wouldn’t.”
Cheng Ge wiped away Wen Ling’s tears, kissing the corners of his eyes and the tip of his nose.
Wen Ling sniffled, seized the opportunity to hug Cheng Ge tightly, pressing his whole body against Cheng Ge, burying his head in the crook of Cheng Ge’s neck, refusing to let him go.
“Little Wen?”
“Mhm, mhm.”
“Wen-zai.”
“…Mhm.”
“Baby.”
Wen Ling stopped replying to Cheng Ge. One or two interruptions could be an accident, but Cheng Ge acting like that, like that… was clearly intentional.
Cheng Ge stroked the hair on the back of Wen Ling’s head, actually having the nerve to laugh and call Wen Ling “Wen-wen.”
Wen Ling felt a bit wronged and bit Cheng Ge’s shoulder a few times, but Cheng Ge kept laughing, pressing his face against his and kissing him. Wen Ling was completely helpless.
It really answered Cheng Ge’s phrase “Then let’s see who plays who later.”
Wen Ling began to sob softly, wiping his tears onto Cheng Ge’s neck.
Cheng Ge cupped Wen Ling’s face, kissing away his tears, pressing against him and kissing him, asking as if he didn’t already know: “Why are you crying? What are you crying for?”
“You, you’re deliberately being like this…”
“Hmm?” Cheng Ge’s eyes were innocent, looking as if he truly didn’t understand, “Like what?”
“Just, just…”
Cheng Ge closed the distance between them again. Wen Ling furrowed his brows and bit his lip, unable to speak.
Wen Ling felt like crying again. Cheng Ge kissed him first and asked: “Don’t you like it?”
Wen Ling stayed silent with a muffled voice.
Cheng Ge made a show of letting go, only to be hugged even tighter by Wen Ling.
“I like it.”
Cheng Ge’s eyes curved, and he asked again: “Do you like it?”
How well did Cheng Ge know Wen Ling? How could Cheng Ge not know if he liked it? Those tears were definitely not from feeling wronged; they were intentional.
Of course, there were also uncontrollable factors.
“I like it,” Wen Ling rested his head on Cheng Ge’s shoulder, his voice very soft and sticky: “But you can’t deliberately pull away. I don’t like that, it scares me.”
Cheng Ge was always very obedient to Wen Ling regarding kisses and hugs, it’s just that his obedience this time carried a hint of “aggressiveness.”
Cheng Ge was probably already drunk. Wen Ling felt that because they were kissing, he was being infected by the drunkenness too, feeling dizzy.
He liked the drunk Cheng Ge.
Still very soft-hearted, yet completely unrestrained, his possessiveness written all over his face.
Deliberately playing dirty, but also subconsciously kissing him continuously.
“Am I good?” Cheng Ge asked.
“…Good… You are the best.”
Cheng Ge seemed dissatisfied, “You answered a bit too slowly.”
“Because you were deliberately being like that.”
Cheng Ge laughed hoarsely, “Alright.”
“Will you look for someone else? Will you cultivate feelings over time with someone else?”
“I only want Cheng Ge.”
“Do you want any kind of Cheng Ge? What if I accidentally become disabled?”
“I want you.” Wen Ling said.
Wen Ling had no taboos against such inauspicious words; if Cheng Ge asked, he would think about it. “I’ll take care of you for a lifetime, I’ll always stay with you.”
Cheng Ge’s eyes were very bright, shimmering with reflected light.
Cheng Ge hugged Wen Ling tightly, “I’ll treat you well, don’t look for anyone else.”
“I, I only want yours.” Wen Ling’s voice was very small, and light, but very firm.
Cheng Ge stroked Wen Ling’s back. Catching a glimpse of himself in the mirror, along with the back of Wen Ling’s head, a mischievous thought sparked. He picked Wen Ling up and turned him around.
“Don’t,” Wen Ling let out a startled cry, a bit scared: “Cheng Ge, your leg.”
“It’s fine, I’m leaning against the sink.”
Cheng Ge kissed Wen Ling’s wet eyes, his voice very low, “Little Wen, look in the mirror.”
Wen Ling subconsciously looked up, gazing into the mirror.
The first thing he saw were Cheng Ge’s ears. They were very red, redder than they appeared from the front.
But immediately after, he noticed his own ears were also very red.
His eye sockets, the corners of his eyes, and his lips were all red, and his face was flushed pink.
Wen Ling had never seen himself like this. Why was he crying so tearfully? He was very flustered, his round eyes shifting his gaze back to Cheng Ge’s face.
“Cute, right?” Cheng Ge praised with a smile.
Cheng Ge kissed the still-dazed Wen Ling vigorously, “So pretty.”
“How can you look so good.”
Wen Ling blinked twice, not knowing why he couldn’t meet Cheng Ge’s gaze anymore. He buried his face in Cheng Ge’s shoulder, refusing to speak.
“Very cute,” Cheng Ge continued, “Baby is the cutest.”
Wen Ling clutched Cheng Ge’s clothes and rubbed against him, whimpering, calling him “Cheng Ge” and “Gege (Older brother)”, basically begging Cheng Ge to stop talking.
This was the first time Wen Ling had reached the standard of being shy.
So this was what a shy Wen-zai looked like.
Cheng Ge laughed joyfully, his heart itching uncontrollably, gently biting Wen Ling’s ear, “So our Little Wen knows how to be shy.”
“Why are you so shy?”
Wen Ling stayed silent with a muffled voice, his heart both soaring and embarrassed.
So this was what a drunk Cheng Ge was like, completely unforgiving.
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