Chapter 18: You Won’t Even Kiss Me
But Cheng Ge was afraid Wen Ling would think he was really dead and then turn him into a specimen, so he redeemed a heartbeat from 001 for 0.1 points.
That wasn’t enough. He had no swallowing function, and the little lunatic fed him directly with his mouth—didn’t know where he learned that—scaring him into hurriedly exchanging for a swallowing function with 001.
He originally didn’t need to eat or use the toilet, but Wen Ling enthusiastically fed him nutrient solution, so he had to find a way to make the stuff in his stomach disappear into thin air.
And that capitalist 001 didn’t give him any backdoor, taking another 0.2 points from him.
Anyway, adding it all up over these three days, 001 swindled 1.1 points from Cheng Ge.
Cheng Ge shoveled the broccoli out of the pan. Still couldn’t help cursing: [Dumbass 001.]
001: [……]
[The 0.4 points used for the Host insisting on waking up early can’t be counted on me, right?]
Cheng Ge wanted to give 001 two slaps: [What if he burned silly if I didn’t wake up!?]
001: [Oh.]
[Tch, dumbass,] Cheng Ge wanted to roll his eyes, then suddenly remembered the reason he told 001 he wanted to wake up early was that he was afraid of being made into a specimen.
Cheng Ge: “…”
Making it seem like he was trying to cover up, acting like he cared about the little lunatic a lot.
[That… I was afraid of him burning silly because I was worried about affecting the mission progress!]
001: [Oh.]
Cheng Ge: [……]
Forget it, Cheng Ge decided not to talk to a fool.
After stir-frying two dishes, Cheng Ge was afraid Wen Ling would get inflamed from eating them, so he decided to steam an egg custard for him.
Cheng Ge cracked two eggs into a plate and started stirring. Halfway through stirring, he felt his back suddenly warm up. Looking down, two pale, skinny arms hugged him from behind.
What is the little lunatic doing now!?
“Cheng Ge…” Listening to the voice, it seemed the person was still a bit dazed.
Cheng Ge was a bit uncomfortable: “What are you doing?”
Wen Ling shook his head, continuing to hug him.
Actually, Cheng Ge was very unaccustomed to such intimacy between the two, especially when Wen Ling initiated it.
Although they had done everything they should and shouldn’t have done, the dominance was in Cheng Ge’s own hands. He could explain all his actions as having a purpose, and Cheng Ge felt this was natural.
But if Wen Ling initiated it, the feeling was very different.
What did that little lunatic Wen Ling know? Just thinking about the intimate scenes initiated by the other party made Cheng Ge bristle, feeling particularly uncomfortable and awkward.
Cheng Ge nudged Wen Ling’s hand with his elbow: “…Don’t hug me, uncomfortable.”
Then Wen Ling withdrew his hands, head still resting on Cheng Ge’s back.
Cheng Ge: “…”
Cheng Ge sighed silently in his heart. Forget it, won’t bicker with a sick person.
With a “ding,” the steamed egg was ready. Cheng Ge took the dishes out and put them on the dining table. Wen Ling was still clinging to him, inexplicably reminding Cheng Ge of the description ‘dog skin plaster’.
Thinking like this, Cheng Ge found it a bit funny and pushed Wen Ling: “Sit properly, eat. Take medicine after eating.”
“Oh.”
After eating, Cheng Ge cleared the bowls and shooed the dawdling Wen Ling to take medicine and rest.
After showering and washing his hair at night, Cheng Ge blew his hair dry in the bathroom. Coming out of the bathroom, he saw Wen Ling still wearing wet hair, couldn’t help frowning, and grabbed the person to blow his hair.
It wasn’t that Cheng Ge was someone who paid that much attention to living habits and insisted on blowing hair dry.
It was just that when he was little, at a relative’s house, an adult told a child something about how not blowing hair dry would cause headaches and paralysis. Whether that child was scared or not he didn’t know, but he was really scared. From then on, he never dared to sleep with wet hair again.
The first time he helped Wen Ling blow his hair, besides the reason that seeing wet hair was an eyesore, the bigger motive was to farm conquest value. After farming that time, he didn’t plan to continue helping.
Unexpectedly, later that little lunatic still refused to blow his hair himself, having no self-awareness even when glared at by him. If he couldn’t tolerate it once, he couldn’t tolerate it a second time. Unable to hold back, he casually helped blow it.
He reflected on why he didn’t let Wen Ling blow his hair himself. It seemed because he felt speaking to Wen Ling like that was very awkward, as if he cared about him a lot.
But he clearly wasn’t a very awkward character. He had been deciding to find a time to go on strike.
Now, hehe, Cheng Ge remembered Wen Ling’s silly look blowing his hair himself, hands stiff and uncoordinated, scalding himself with every blow. Forget it.
Everything settled, covered with the quilt ready to sleep, but Wen Ling wouldn’t lie properly, insisting on touching him all over like someone with ADHD.
“Don’t move.” Cheng Ge slapped Wen Ling’s hand.
“Cheng Ge…” Wen Ling’s tone was a bit aggrieved, simultaneously reaching his cool hand into Cheng Ge’s pajamas, “I want…”
“Want what want!” Cheng Ge was startled, quickly pinning down the little lunatic’s restless hand. “You still have a fever; don’t you have any sense?”
Wen Ling tilted his head: “Can’t do it with a fever?”
“No!” Cheng Ge trapped Wen Ling’s hand, feeling it was a bit cold, so he put it in his pocket to warm it.
Wen Ling still wanted to move, held tight by Cheng Ge.
Cheng Ge found it strange; why did Wen Ling act like he was addicted?
“Behave yourself, sleep.”
Wen Ling complained softly but righteously: “You haven’t kissed me yet.”
“Why should I kiss you?” Cheng Ge felt he was baffling.
“Before there was.”
Cheng Ge: “…”
But those were for farming conquest value, those were his revenge. Now… kissing someone for no reason now, that felt weird no matter how you thought about it.
“Now there isn’t.” Cheng Ge said.
Both sides were deadlocked for no reason for a moment.
“Hmph.” Then Wen Ling stopped clinging to Cheng Ge, turned over, back facing him.
Cheng Ge: “…”
Hehe, throwing a tantrum again. He doesn’t care.
Cheng Ge also turned over, back facing Wen Ling.
After a while, Cheng Ge heard vague sobbing sounds…
???
No way? Not to that extent?
Cheng Ge turned over, wanting to turn Wen Ling around, but surprisingly couldn’t move him.
“What’s wrong with you?” Cheng Ge shook Wen Ling’s shoulder a few times.
“…Hmph.”
Cheng Ge: “…”
“What are you crying for?”
This time Wen Ling didn’t even answer him.
Cheng Ge: [001, 001!]
001: [Speak.]
[What’s wrong with Wen Ling?]
001’s mechanical voice seemed more serious: [I don’t understand human emotions.]
Cheng Ge: [……]
[Did his conquest value drop?]
[No.]
[What is the conquest value?]
[Conquest Value 65%]
[How much!?] Cheng Ge thought his ears had problems.
001: [65%]
Why did it suddenly soar so high?
Then why is Wen Ling crying here now?
Cheng Ge had no choice but to get out of bed to Wen Ling’s side, leaning on the bedside asking: “What’s wrong with you?”
Wen Ling sniffled: “…Did you actually not forgive me at all?”
“I really know I was wrong…” Wen Ling spoke more and more aggrievedly, the crying tone thickening.
Cheng Ge couldn’t stand seeing someone cry like this at all, anxiously scooping the person over regardless of anything, “No, I forgave you.”
“But you are different from before.”
Cheng Ge didn’t understand: “How is it different?”
“You won’t even kiss me.”
Cheng Ge paused, wiping the tears off Wen Ling’s face, asking back: “Then if I kiss you, you won’t cry?”
“…Mn.” Sounded pitiful.
Cheng Ge cupped Wen Ling’s face and kissed a few times, then kissed Wen Ling’s forehead and eyelids. “Don’t cry.”
“…Mn.”
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