Chapter 148: Eight Months Later
Eight months later.
[Instance task completed, original character being erased…]
[Host has obtained a transfer opportunity, transfer initiating…]
Cheng Ge’s breathing was erratic, his mind a complete mess. He still hadn’t recovered from his narrow escape from death just moments ago.
Cheng Ge: [Hey 001, what are you doing? I haven’t said I wanted to initiate the transfer yet.]
[001: We signed an agreement. Although the Host does not remember it now, the system must comply with the Host’s original wishes.]
Cheng Ge: [What wishes did I have?]
[001: The Host said he wanted to rush back to celebrate his wife’s birthday.]
Cheng Ge: […]
Impossible. Cheng Ge felt the system was lying to him.
Before he had time to argue, a gust of wind rushed past Cheng Ge’s ears. His five senses vanished for a split second, and the ground beneath his feet changed.
Everything in his line of sight was pitch black; he couldn’t even see his fingers in front of him.
It was utterly silent all around, so quiet that Cheng Ge could only hear his own breathing and heartbeat.
It was chillingly cold. Cheng Ge broke out in goosebumps and instinctively rubbed his arms.
Cheng Ge: [Where is this?]
[001: Your wife’s new home.]
Cheng Ge still wasn’t used to 001 constantly saying “wife”: [Can’t you just say Wen Ling? Do you have to talk like that?]
[001: Yes, to prevent the Host from forgetting.]
Cheng Ge: [.]
Cheng Ge: [Why is it so pitch-black and eerie in here?]
[001: Because the lights aren’t turned on.]
Cheng Ge: [Can I turn on the light?]
[001: I suppose so. After all, this is your wife’s home.]
Cheng Ge: […]
Feeling along the wall, Cheng Ge flipped the switch for a small yellow plug-in nightlight.
The surroundings were illuminated, and even Cheng Ge was bathed in a layer of warm yellow light.
Cheng Ge looked around. He was probably in a living room.
In the center of the living room was a long brown sofa, and sitting on the sofa appeared to be a large bear.
From Cheng Ge’s vantage point behind it, he could see the lower half of the bear’s head from the back.
Cheng Ge walked softly to the back of the sofa. The shadow cast by his body extended down past the large bear.
It covered a stunningly beautiful face.
Wen Ling’s head was resting on the large bear’s lap. His brow was furrowed, and he was sleeping fitfully.
Cheng Ge’s gaze shifted from the bear’s head to that face, and he froze instantly, his heart seemingly skipping a beat.
Cheng Ge leaned over, instinctively reaching his hand down to touch that face—this was completely a subconscious reaction, otherwise he wouldn’t be so presumptuous.
Wen Ling’s eyelids suddenly fluttered open, but before those glass-like eyes could be revealed, Cheng Ge’s palm covered them.
[001: Why are you covering his eyes!? Trying to play the ostrich?]
Cheng Ge was a bit panicked: [No, I… I just unconsciously seemed to…]
Cheng Ge couldn’t even explain this idiotic action himself.
Was it an involuntary reaction due to nervousness, a habit of shielding someone’s eyes from sudden light, or was it simply that, for a moment, he didn’t dare look into those eyes?
Wen Ling’s eyelashes brushed against Cheng Ge’s palm, making his hand tickle.
Gradually, Cheng Ge’s palm grew wet.
Realizing something was wrong, Cheng Ge was just about to pull his hand back when Wen Ling grabbed it in time.
“Cheng Ge…”
“Why are you leaving again?”
Wen Ling’s tone was thick with tears, his voice incredibly clingy. He looked as if he had suffered a massive grievance, and the culprit responsible was Cheng Ge.
Cheng Ge’s body stiffened, completely at a loss. “No, I… you… how do you…”
How do you know my name?
Tears streamed down from the corners of Wen Ling’s eyes. Cheng Ge’s heart inexplicably stung.
“Why did you only come now? I’ve waited for you for so, so long…”
Wen Ling grabbed Cheng Ge’s hand, placed it against the side of his face, and affectionately nuzzled against Cheng Ge’s palm, letting Cheng Ge stroke his cheek.
All of Cheng Ge’s attention was drawn to Wen Ling.
But at this moment, he was thoroughly confused.
Waited for him? For a long time?
What on earth was this person talking about?
Cheng Ge didn’t understand this person’s bizarre behavior before him, nor did he understand why he felt a familiarity so deep it felt ingrained in his blood.
Cheng Ge: [001, who is this person…]
“Fuck!” Before Cheng Ge could finish asking, he swiftly snatched his hand back, staring at Wen Ling in disbelief: “Why the hell did you just bite me out of nowhere!?”
Wen Ling paused, his eyes glued to Cheng Ge’s face.
He never expected the person in his dream to have such a vivid expression.
This was the most vivid time yet.
“Because I’m angry,” Wen Ling sat up, his hand grabbing Cheng Ge’s arm again.
“If you’re angry, you bite me!? Are you okay in the head?”
What did him being angry have to do with him?
Cheng Ge felt the person in front of him was unreasonable.
And he was actually quite afraid this person would suddenly bite him again.
But Cheng Ge himself hadn’t figured out why he didn’t dodge, simply letting himself be grabbed by him again.
Wen Ling suddenly stopped speaking, just staring at Cheng Ge.
Being stared at like this, Cheng Ge felt inexplicably guilty and stammered, “T-then even if you’re angry, you can’t bite so hard… Don’t you think I’d feel pain?”
“You… feel pain?”
Cheng Ge’s eyes went wide. “Sister, isn’t that stating the obvious? If I bit you, wouldn’t you feel pain? This… this…”
Cheng Ge couldn’t finish his sentence because he noticed the person’s eyes suddenly became very complex.
The sadness, surprise, and intimacy were all still there, but suddenly there was hatred too.
Hatred abruptly filled those round glass-like eyes.
This left a bitter taste in Cheng Ge’s heart, a painful squeezing sensation.
But why was Cheng Ge’s first reaction heartbreak rather than finding it baffling?
The grip on Cheng Ge’s arm tightened.
Wen Ling used one hand to climb up Cheng Ge’s arm, while the other hand landed squarely on the back of Cheng Ge’s neck.
Cheng Ge wanted to pull back, but his hands instinctively supported Wen Ling’s waist, afraid he might fall.
The touch on the back of his neck was slightly cold, icy.
Wen Ling drew close to Cheng Ge, his eyes fixed on Cheng Ge’s for a long while, his breathing alternating between suppressed and rapid.
It was a very obvious irregularity.
Wen Ling suddenly closed his eyes, slightly tilting his head and lifting his chin.
Their lips were extremely close.
Cheng Ge’s breathing stopped, his eyelashes trembling wildly, not knowing where to look.
It was very obvious this person was about to kiss him.
But why didn’t he feel it was absurd? Instead, he felt it was perfectly natural, even a little… eager?
Just at the exact moment their lips were about to touch, Cheng Ge violently jerked his head away, suppressing his rapid breathing.
“This isn’t right.” Cheng Ge blinked rapidly, not daring to look directly at Wen Ling, his voice trembling.
Wen Ling opened his eyes, staring coldly into Cheng Ge’s eyes, and recklessly pressed his lips against the corner of Cheng Ge’s mouth.
Startled, Cheng Ge didn’t even have time to resist before his head spun, and his body slumped unsteadily into Wen Ling’s arms.
Inside the system space.
Cheng Ge was completely baffled. [How did I suddenly faint?]
[001: Your wife drugged you.]
Cheng Ge’s head was pounding: [Wen Ling? She is the wife you were talking about!?]
[Also, when was I drugged?]
[001: Yes, when he touched the back of your neck.]
[Fuck…] Cheng Ge doubted his existence. No wonder there was a momentary sting of pain on the back of his neck back then.
What the hell was going on?
[Then why did Wen Ling drug me?]
[001: The system does not know. The Host can ask Wen Ling himself.]
Cheng Ge: […]
[001: Alright, the drug’s effect has worn off. The Host can wake up now.]
Cheng Ge: […Oh.]
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