Chapter 3: Pervert
Still need two more ingredients, Wen Ling thought. Suddenly, he felt his puppy was a bit too quiet. There was no movement at all. He didn’t like this either.
Wen Ling walked in front of Cheng Ge, his cold hand pressing down on the puppy.
“Make some noise,” Wen Ling ordered.
Cheng Ge didn’t even try to hold back; he rolled his eyes and ignored him.
Wen Ling felt that Cheng Ge ignoring people was also a bit cute, like a big dog that only knew how to be tsundere. He liked it a little. He took off Cheng Ge’s blindfold and even smiled at him.
The light in front of Cheng Ge suddenly brightened, and he didn’t react for a moment.
Looking at Wen Ling’s smiling face, he was truly speechless. This person’s face was swollen black and blue—how exactly could he smile?
The arc of Wen Ling’s lips lessened: “You’re so dull.”
Cheng Ge: “…”
He didn’t know how many times he had to curse this dumbass before it was enough!
Wen Ling probably didn’t notice Cheng Ge’s speechlessness either. He turned around and went back to the lab bench to continue mixing reagents.
When he was done, Wen Ling wasn’t in a hurry to make Cheng Ge drink it. To have the same feeling as last night, he thought the time should be the same as last night too.
With the spare time, he wanted to settle accounts with the puppy.
Cheng Ge watched Wen Ling slowly walk toward him and got goosebumps.
“You tried to run away just now.” Wen Ling’s tone was bland. “I said you have to stay with me forever.”
“Clearly you provoked me first.”
“What to do?” Wen Ling’s expression seemed genuinely confused. “You are so disobedient.”
Cheng Ge was a little scared. He really wanted to kill Wen Ling, but he was worried he would suddenly inject some ghost drug that would make him neither human nor ghost.
“Your body is very beautiful. If it were made into a specimen,” Wen Ling paused, his beautiful gloomy eyes rolling, not knowing if he was imagining it or thinking of phrasing, “it should be even more beautiful.”
Cheng Ge didn’t have time to be afraid. Wen Ling’s hand moved, as if playing with him.
He had never been so humiliated and angry. If he had a knife, he would really hack at Wen Ling.
But the fact was he could do nothing.
Might as well be dead. That was the only thought in Cheng Ge’s chaotic brain.
“Mmph wan lee mmph!”
Cheng Ge began to struggle violently, using every word from the book that could enrage Wen Ling to provoke him.
“What did you say?” Wen Ling tilted his head, didn’t hear clearly, and pulled the cloth gag out of Cheng Ge’s mouth.
“I want to leave!”
Wen Ling’s fairly normal eyes suddenly became terrifying and grim. His cold hand clamped around Cheng Ge’s neck.
“Dead pervert! I want to leave!”
Wen Ling was a mental case. Beating and scolding only excited him, but the word “Leave” was his taboo. In the book, the first time the original host shouted he wanted to “leave,” he was almost strangled to death.
But Cheng Ge was looking for death right now.
[Warning! Warning! Host is in life-threatening danger!]
Heh. Cheng Ge couldn’t even catch his breath to cough, yet he still forced those two vague words out of his throat.
Just as he thought he was going to die, Wen Ling’s hand suddenly loosened. “You are provoking me.”
“Cough! Cough cough cough!” Cheng Ge coughed violently.
Wen Ling was truly angry, but for some reason, he was trying his best to suppress his rage. He stuffed the gag back into Cheng Ge’s mouth and left the laboratory.
Silence returned to the laboratory. Cheng Ge closed his eyes. Damn it, he couldn’t even die if he wanted to.
He didn’t know how much time had passed, but it was probably dark outside when Wen Ling entered the laboratory again, carrying a plate of food.
Right in front of Cheng Ge, Wen Ling poured a bottle of medicine into the rice, brought it to Cheng Ge, pulled out the gag from his mouth, and spoke in a fairly calm tone: “Eat.”
Cheng Ge shot him a cold glance and cursed again, “I said I want to go. Who wants to stay with a psycho like you!?”
But this time his neck remained unharmed. Instead, his thigh felt cold, followed immediately by sharp pain.
Fuck!!!!!
It hurt so much Cheng Ge couldn’t speak. A slit appeared on his grey casual pants, and the light-colored fabric was quickly dyed vivid red.
Cheng Ge guaranteed that the cut Wen Ling just gave him was at least half a centimeter deep.
“Cheng Ge, I said it before. Disobedience gets punished.”
“Who the fuck wants to listen to you!?” Cheng Ge glared ferociously at Wen Ling. “Dumbass, kill me if you have the guts! Who’s afrai— Ah!!”
Wen Ling slashed another cut on Cheng Ge’s leg, deeper than the one just now.
“Disobedient puppies get the meat on their bodies sliced off piece by piece.”
…
Cheng Ge didn’t dare speak anymore.
Because he knew Wen Ling would really do what he said.
Cheng Ge wasn’t afraid of death, but he was afraid of being sliced to death one cut at a time.
Waiting for the person to quiet down, Wen Ling scooped a spoonful of beef and rice and brought it to Cheng Ge’s mouth: “Open your mouth.”
The sharp blade ground lightly against Cheng Ge’s thigh.
Naked threats. Toying with him.
Making Cheng Ge act like an animal without consciousness—he’d rather die. But using a knife to slice off his flesh bit by bit, that was making him unable to beg for death.
Humiliation, fear, and a chest full of hatred intertwined. Even though Cheng Ge was tossed around as a child, he had never been humiliated like this, nor had he ever been so helpless and despairing.
Cheng Ge’s tightly pressed lips parted, trembling uncontrollably. That slight trembling wasn’t from fear; it was from anger. He really wanted to kill Wen Ling.
After eating half a bowl of rice, Cheng Ge’s body temperature began to rise, and his breathing slowly became abnormal.
Wen Ling put down the bowl, took a wet wipe to clean his hands, then wiped Cheng Ge’s mouth clean. He pressed his face into Cheng Ge’s chest and sat there, completely disregarding the leg injury.
Wen Ling untied all the ropes binding Cheng Ge, hooked his arm around Cheng Ge’s neck, and spoke with a commanding tone, though his voice was gentle: “Go to the room.”
Cheng Ge and Wen Ling were deadlocked for a moment, but he stood up anyway.
He could feel something cold and sharp pressing against the back of his neck.
Cheng Ge felt ashamed, but under Wen Ling’s threat, he had no choice.
His consciousness wasn’t clear, but his desire for revenge was stronger than last night.
Wen Ling extended a pleasantly cool hand, holding a sharp needle, and ground it against the back of his neck.
He gave a few muffled coughs and threatened Cheng Ge again: “My back hurts. It wasn’t like this yesterday. Don’t try any tricks.”
Wen Ling didn’t understand. It was clearly similar to last night, yet something was missing. What exactly is it?
Cheng Ge had already developed a stress response to the sensation of the fine needle scratching his skin. His body went weak for no reason. Even if he was angry, even if he wanted to kill someone, he didn’t dare make any unnecessary moves.
Seeing Wen Ling’s round, moist eyes, red at the corners, looking somewhat curious, Cheng Ge felt like he was having a heart attack.
Whether it was from extreme anger, the wound on his thigh, or because this body wasn’t in good shape to begin with, Cheng Ge passed out even earlier than the night before…
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