Chapter 11: Don’t Hit Me! I’ll Be Good.
Cheng Ge furrowed his brows. After being grinded down for so long, his tone wasn’t good either: “Let go.”
Wen Ling insisted on going against him. He rolled over, facing the bedboard, and rolled Cheng Ge’s clothes with him. Cheng Ge was caught off guard, bumped the wound on his thigh, and almost fell.
“What exactly do you want to do!”
Cheng Ge really wasn’t a good-tempered person, especially on top of already hating Wen Ling. Pretending for so long with his heart in his mouth was tiring enough, and now this psycho wanted to be unreasonable.
Wen Ling was dazed from the fever. He didn’t know where he was; he could only hear Cheng Ge yelling at him. Clearly, he wasn’t like that the past few days.
Why is Cheng Ge so fierce?
Disobedient, not good, need punishment.
But his throat was terribly hoarse right now, and he had no strength. He felt so stifled he didn’t want to say anything.
Seeing Wen Ling give no reaction, only clutching his clothes without letting go, Cheng Ge couldn’t be bothered to pay attention to him anymore. He simply took off his clothes and went to the bathroom in two or three steps.
Wen Ling’s resisting force on the object loosened.
Clearly, he was still holding something in his hand, yet he hadn’t grasped anything.
He could never grasp anything.
[Conquest Value 16%]
[Conquest Value 15%]
Cheng Ge wanted to ignore that psycho, but the cold mechanical voice kept ringing.
[Conquest Value 14%]
[Conquest Value 13%]
[Warning! Warning! Host behavior is dangerous!]
[Shut up!] Cheng Ge was so angry he wanted to vomit blood, yet he had to speed up his movements.
When he returned to the room, the conquest value was only 11%.
Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!
Worked for nothing for two days.
Wen Ling had curled himself into the quilt, wrapping himself tightly. That T-shirt of his had been thrown on the floor, somewhere far from the bed.
Cheng Ge walked to the bedside, looking down at that lump of quilt. A wave of powerlessness and grievance flooded his heart.
[Can I kill him?]
[Wen Ling cannot die before the Host completes the mission.]
[What about after the mission is completed?]
[001 does not know.]
[…]
Cheng Ge didn’t even know which direction Wen Ling’s head was. He randomly found a corner and tried to pull it open, but unexpectedly couldn’t move it.
“Don’t suffocate yourself; you’ll spoil from the heat.” Cheng Ge was helpless.
“Hmph.”
Although very quiet, this time he definitely heard it.
Really throwing a tantrum?
What temper does the little lunatic have to throw? He hasn’t even thrown a tantrum after being harmed so miserably.
Cheng Ge climbed onto the bed. The quilt was being gripped to death and couldn’t be lifted. He could only reach his hand into the quilt lump to grope around. After groping for a good while, he finally grabbed that thin, long hand. He used force to pull the person up.
Wen Ling wanted to struggle but was pinned down firmly by Cheng Ge by his hands and feet. Cheng Ge let out a long sigh, his speech slow, his voice not loud.
He told him to stop fussing; he was really tired.
Cheng Ge had never spoken to him in this tone before. Wen Ling couldn’t comprehend the emotions within it, but he still unconsciously stopped his movements.
Seeing Wen Ling quiet down, Cheng Ge patted Wen Ling’s back. “Don’t be angry anymore.”
Wen Ling knew roughly what being angry was like. He felt he wasn’t angry, but he didn’t know what emotion he was feeling right now.
Wen Ling thought, Cheng Ge is so disobedient today; I should be angry. I need to give punishment.
But Cheng Ge is afraid of pain. How should I punish him?
“Don’t suffocate yourself, okay?” Cheng Ge pulled at the quilt wrapping Wen Ling. He didn’t pull it off, but it wasn’t as tight as the beginning.
“…My fault, my fault.” Cheng Ge couldn’t add that “I” no matter what. In fact, he didn’t feel he was wrong at all.
[Conquest Value 12%]
But Wen Ling seemed to enjoy it.
Cheng Ge felt a tiny bit of joy. He continued explaining, adding some fictional elements: “I was going to take a shower just now. Don’t you love cleanliness? If I don’t shower, how can I hug you? How can I do this, like now, hm?”
[Conquest Value 13%]
“If you don’t come out, how can I comfort you?”
After waiting a while, Cheng Ge pulled the quilt again, and actually succeeded.
Cheng Ge initially thought Wen Ling had his back to him; he didn’t expect they were face-to-face.
Wen Ling’s head hung slightly low. Cheng Ge saw his neck and cheeks, even his entire ears were red. Didn’t know if it was from the fever or being smothered.
He cupped Wen Ling’s face, kissing the red corners of Wen Ling’s eyes, not as perfunctory as before.
[Conquest Value 14%]
Wen Ling felt he really had no strength left. His head was too heavy and dizzy, so he simply pressed his head against Cheng Ge’s chest, preparing to rest.
Seeing the person wasn’t angry anymore, Cheng Ge hugged him into his arms and patted his back.
Wen Ling wasn’t short; he should be almost 1.8 meters. But he was very thin, nothing but bones. Nestled in Cheng Ge’s arms, he became even smaller, not looking ridiculous at all.
[Conquest Value 15%]
[Conquest Value 16%]
Cheng Ge discovered that if the method was appropriate, the dropped conquest value seemed to be coaxed back very quickly.
By the time Wen Ling fell asleep, the conquest value had already reached 17%.
Wen Ling’s body temperature had gone down a bit, but compared to normal, this temperature was still on the high side. Cheng Ge didn’t want to hug a stove, afraid of sweating and feeling sticky and uncomfortable.
Moreover, dropping the disguise, he wasn’t adapted to being intimate with Wen Ling like that at all.
But probably because sick people become overly clingy, Wen Ling’s face was pressed against Cheng Ge’s chest, his hand clutching his clothes and not letting go.
Wen Ling’s anger just now was really inexplicable. Cheng Ge really didn’t want to provoke the little lunatic into anger again—he would be the one suffering in the end—so he didn’t pull the little lunatic away.
Cheng Ge lowered the air conditioner temperature, covered him well with the quilt, and hugged him while patting his back.
After high frequency activity for two days without much rest, plus working all night, Cheng Ge was truly sleepy. He checked the little lunatic’s temperature twice, found the heat had basically retreated completely, and Cheng Ge immediately fell into a deep sleep…
“No…”
“No, don’t hit me!”
Still in his dream, Cheng Ge was kicked by the person in his arms. The force wasn’t small; it jarred him awake.
“Don’t hit me…”
Cheng Ge was almost laughed into anger, watching Wen Ling curled up, protecting his head, yelling for him not to hit him.
Who on earth is hitting whom!! How can there be such an unreasonable person?
Cheng Ge didn’t want to pay attention to this psycho at all. He prepared to go out to sleep on the sofa; sleeping on the floor was better than this!
But before he even got up, Wen Ling continued hugging his head there, muttering: “No… I’ll be good, I listen, don’t hit me…”
“Please… don’t hit me…”
“It hurts, hurts so much.”
That was too abnormal. No matter how crazy Wen Ling was, he shouldn’t be talking to him like this—fearful, scared, and carrying a crying tone.
Cheng Ge patted Wen Ling asking him: “What’s wrong with you?”
“No… P-please, I’ll be good…” But Wen Ling kept repeating these few sentences back and forth. Presumably, he was having a nightmare.
See, if this guy has a nightmare, I have to take a kick from him, and then swallow my anger.
Cheng Ge hugged the person into his arms, his tone very stiff: “Don’t be afraid, don’t be afraid, no one will hit you.”
Who dares to hit you? They wouldn’t even know how they died without a whole corpse.
Thinking of this, he also felt it was strange: “If someone hits you, you hit back. What are you afraid of?”
“No…” Wen Ling was still very afraid, looking very sad.
[What is Wen Ling dreaming about?]
[001 does not know. 001 recommends the one-point item ‘Enter Dream (Once)’.]
Cheng Ge: […]
[You look like you’re here to scam money.]
001 guaranteed: [Fair trade, no deception.]
[But I have no points.]
[Can exchange with unused items.]
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