Chapter 143: A Child
Early morning, the sky began to turn a pale gray, and Cheng Ge woke up groggily.
The person in his arms was soft and warm.
Hugging and kissing were all subconscious actions.
Wen Ling let out a couple of muffled whimpers, still fast asleep.
Cheng Ge rubbed his face gently against Wen Ling’s forehead and fell back asleep shortly after.
The sunlight shone straight in, warming them up, and the memories of last night slowly returned.
The sink, the bathtub, the bed…
Cheng Ge’s eyes snapped open. His gaze darted left and right before turning to Wen Ling in a panic.
The corners of Wen Ling’s eyes still held a lingering pink hue, his delicate brows were slightly furrowed, and his expression was full of grievance, making him look exceptionally pitiful.
Wen Ling was hugging Cheng Ge dependently, the two of them pressed extremely close.
But Wen Ling’s posture was curled up.
Cheng Ge’s heart beat a little faster.
Fuck…
How could he have been so wild…
Cheng Ge closed his eyes, the tips of his ears flushing red again.
Cheng Ge slightly calmed his breathing, lowered his head to place a kiss on Wen Ling’s forehead, and prepared to get up to make breakfast.
But this time Wen Ling was holding him too tightly. No matter how much Cheng Ge kissed him, he wouldn’t let go, whimpering with a soft voice. Judging by his expression, he wanted to cry.
It had been the same last night.
Afraid of waking Wen Ling, Cheng Ge didn’t dare move recklessly. He carefully adjusted his posture while holding Wen Ling.
He closed his eyes, warning himself not to reminisce anymore…
By the time Wen Ling woke up, the sun was high in the sky. He didn’t say a word, just stared at Cheng Ge with wet eyes.
Now it was Cheng Ge’s turn to be shy. He didn’t quite dare to meet Wen Ling’s gaze.
Cheng Ge felt that Wen Ling looked overly beautiful today, possessing a certain indescribable feeling compared to usual.
In short, he was so beautiful it made Cheng Ge doubt his own self-control.
Cheng Ge rubbed Wen Ling’s waist and abdomen. Wen Ling’s brows furrowed a bit tighter, he blinked, but still said nothing.
“…Is there anywhere else that’s uncomfortable?” Cheng Ge asked unnaturally.
Wen Ling muttered softly: “It hurts a little.”
Cheng Ge was terrified: “Where does it hurt?”
Wen Ling bit his lip, his gaze holding both resentment and grievance.
Cheng Ge completely understood Wen Ling’s meaning, and he also knew where Wen Ling was hurting.
“You were a bit much.” Wen Ling spoke with a muffled voice.
“Last night you…”
“My mistake, my mistake.” Cheng Ge interrupted Wen Ling’s detailed account. He wrapped his arms around Wen Ling’s waist and buried his entire face into the crook of Wen Ling’s neck. His ears were completely cooked, and his face was burning.
He really was too embarrassed to hear Wen Ling recount it all.
Wen Ling raised a hand to pinch Cheng Ge’s ear, his voice muffled: “I didn’t dislike it. I like whatever Cheng Ge does.”
“But… but you didn’t listen to me. You wouldn’t listen to anything I said.”
“You only cared about yourself…”
Cheng Ge kissed the side of Wen Ling’s neck, “My mistake, I’ll definitely listen to you next time.”
Wen Ling stroked Cheng Ge’s hair, “It’s okay, I know you were drunk. You get a little silly when you’re drunk.”
Cheng Ge: “?”
“Does your leg hurt?” Wen Ling asked with deep concern.
“It doesn’t hurt, I had something to lean on.”
“Okay, you have to be a little careful.”
Cheng Ge smiled: “Got it.”
“Are you hungry?”
Wen Ling: “Hungry.”
“What do you want to eat?”
“Century egg and lean pork congee… and, and a fried egg.”
“Okay,” Cheng Ge tilted his head up to kiss Wen Ling’s chin, “Lie down a bit longer, I’ll go make it.”
Just as Cheng Ge got up and looked back, he found Wen Ling had already groggily closed his eyes.
The exhaustion from last night was indeed significant…
After breakfast, Wen Ling pulled Cheng Ge to make handmade photo frames together, framing the pictures Wen Ling had painted in the village and hanging them in the room.
Cheng Ge: “Why does this chicken have a close-up?”
“Because that was the first time you and I roasted a chicken in a kiln together.”
So it was very important.
Cheng Ge: “Alright, then what are these crumpled paper balls thrown on the ground?”
“Ah, that was the day you helped me…”
“Stop!” Cheng Ge’s memories flashed.
Because Wen Ling was about to mention the time they “helped each other out”.
“Okay, I get it, but this isn’t suitable for hanging up.”
“You wouldn’t let me draw you, so why can’t I draw paper balls?” Wen Ling muttered, why were Cheng Ge’s standards so high?
Cheng Ge often kept Wen Ling company when he painted. One day, Cheng Ge saw a draft Wen Ling had sketched and knew something was wrong.
It was another close-up of Cheng Ge’s upper body doing those naughty things!
Cheng Ge was embarrassed and told Wen Ling he wasn’t allowed to draw that. Who knew that if Wen Ling couldn’t draw him, he would draw those crumpled paper balls instead?
In short, he just had to record that event.
“I didn’t say you couldn’t,” Cheng Ge smiled cheekily, humoring Wen Ling’s temper, “It’s just that this level of art should be kept as a treasure. It’ll get ruined easily if it’s hung up.”
Wen Ling thought about it and felt that this type was indeed quite precious, so he said very seriously, “Cheng Ge is right.”
They framed all the paintings and secured them to the wall with hooks.
By the time everything was successfully completed, it was already afternoon. After lunch, Wen Ling helped Cheng Ge with his recovery exercises.
Cheng Ge hadn’t told Wen Ling that many of the movements didn’t actually require assistance, nor did they require holding someone. It was purely because Cheng Ge wanted to cling to Wen Ling a bit longer.
Besides, every time Cheng Ge exercised, Wen Ling’s expression was incredibly serious, meticulous, staring intently, afraid Cheng Ge’s leg would have issues, afraid he would fall.
He just loved seeing Wen Ling like that, both stubborn and cute.
After practicing and changing clothes, Cheng Ge pulled Wen Ling for a nap.
Recently, Cheng Ge really loved sleeping, and he absolutely had to drag Wen Ling to sleep with him.
Sleeping, cooking and eating, then doing some small chores—the two of them were sticky and affectionate, living day after day like this.
They didn’t do anything major, but neither felt time was being wasted; they didn’t feel their days were meaningless.
These past two days, Cheng Ge had been even more attentive to Wen Ling than usual. He was as meticulous as a needle, constantly checking in on him from morning till night.
Wen Ling was very happy about this.
Moreover, Cheng Ge had been very clingy lately, a fact Wen Ling realized belatedly.
Now Cheng Ge had to drag him along for everything he did, and was especially proactive, which made Wen Ling extremely satisfied.
He just didn’t know if Cheng Ge had been sleeping too much recently, resulting in poor sleep at night.
Wen Ling could faintly sense it when he hugged Cheng Ge at night.
Cheng Ge had been a light sleeper these past two days anyway, and he kept hearing footsteps.
Yesterday, they left the door open for ventilation, and he thought he saw a shadow move on the wall, but it flashed by, like an illusion.
Today during their nap, Cheng Ge couldn’t sleep and kept wanting to toss and turn.
Afraid of disturbing Wen Ling, he gave up on sleeping. He sat up carefully and let Wen Ling hold one of his hands.
Cheng Ge first stared at Wen Ling’s face, then observed the small, rhythmic rise and fall of the blanket. Finding it adorable, he recorded a video on his phone.
After doing all this, Cheng Ge spaced out.
Recently, Cheng Ge loved to space out.
His mind was filled with many things, but upon reflection, he didn’t know what exactly he was thinking about.
In short, it all came down to the words “Wen Ling”.
As he was spacing out, Cheng Ge suddenly saw a child, sleepy-eyed, rubbing his eyes with short little arms, slowly walking past the bedroom door.
Cheng Ge: “?!”
Cheng Ge rubbed his eyes in disbelief, but there was nothing outside the door anymore.
But the figure of that child just now was definitely not an illusion.
Cheng Ge carefully extracted his hand from Wen Ling’s grasp and quietly left the room.
Actually, looking closely, there were faint little footprints on the floor.
Cheng Ge walked lightly, following his guessed route.
He reached the top of the stairs and looked up.
Cheng Ge really did see the back of a child.
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