Chapter 34: Do You Like Me?
Wen Ling lowered his eyelashes. “Smashing the phone is incorrect. You would be angry.”
“What?” Cheng Ge thought his ears had malfunctioned. “Is the first part the main reason or the second part?”
Wen Ling looked straight into Cheng Ge’s eyes and whispered, “Afraid you’d be angry.”
Cheng Ge: “!?”
Since when could his mood influence the little lunatic’s thoughts and actions!?
It couldn’t be, right?
Cheng Ge simply couldn’t believe Wen Ling would be someone afraid of making people angry.
“Just like the little bird,” as if opening a chatterbox, Wen Ling rarely continued to explain. “The phone is something you like. If I smashed it, you wouldn’t talk to me. I don’t want that Cheng Ge.”
“I really know I was wrong.”
Cheng Ge tried hard to understand Wen Ling’s words. Meaning the phone was like the little bird; he couldn’t “hurt” it. If he committed the offense again, Cheng Ge would become like a vegetable again and not pay attention to him?
Cheng Ge felt a bit flattered, and also a weird sense of accomplishment.
Last time he feigned death, Cheng Ge wanted to tell Wen Ling the difference between a specimen and a living thing, and of course, to prevent Wen Ling from killing him in a fit of rage to make him a specimen.
But he didn’t expect this guy to extend the logic, to consider whether he would be angry, and even be willing to control his behavior because of it.
Improving fast.
When Wen Ling could completely control his behavior, wouldn’t he be accepted by society?
Cheng Ge was gleeful. He wanted to say that actually, Wen Ling disturbing his game was impolite and he was also a bit angry, but seeing the situation now, bringing that up seemed like pushing his luck, so he didn’t accuse Wen Ling.
But there was one thing Cheng Ge really didn’t understand. “Then why did you bite me?”
“I was angry.”
Angry was still angry, just switched to this painless method to vent anger.
Cheng Ge blinked twice, inexplicably feeling this Wen Ling was a bit dorky and somewhat cute. Joking: “But your bite hurt a little.”
“I was already very restrained.”
…Seemed so. Compared to before, these actions of Wen Ling’s were really just like tickling.
“Alright then,” Cheng Ge kissed the corner of Wen Ling’s eye as a reward. “Don’t be angry anymore.”
[Conquest value +1%]
Unexpectedly, Wen Ling really stopped being angry.
“Ate breakfast yet?” Cheng Ge got up, helping Wen Ling up too.
“Not yet.”
“Then I’ll heat it up for you. Sitting for so long, it should be cold.”
Cheng Ge went into the kitchen, put the porridge in the small pot on the induction cooker to heat up. After heating it, he prepared to let Wen Ling eat directly from the pot. Turning around, he saw Wen Ling standing at the door staring at him.
Scared him.
“What are you standing there for?” Couldn’t be afraid he poisoned it, right?
“I…” Wen Ling thought for a moment, saying seriously, “Like watching you in the kitchen.”
Cheng Ge: “?”
What did that mean? Liked watching people work? Why was Wen Ling’s preference point so strange?
Actually, Wen Ling’s description wasn’t accurate. What he liked was the time Cheng Ge spent in the kitchen specifically for him—heating food, making soup, making late-night snacks.
Wen Ling found it hard to describe those moments. He felt Cheng Ge was like a warm, bright sun, a sun belonging solely to him.
Cheng Ge didn’t have a scorching temperature or blinding light. He unknowingly, silently brought heat and light to him, turning over the darkness and cold one by one, actually allowing him to feel the silent, nourishing, vibrant spring described in books.
Cheng Ge put the porridge on the dining table, watching Wen Ling’s profile as he quietly lowered his head to drink the porridge. Finally, he reached a conclusion: He is a little emperor.
Liked watching people work…
Cheng Ge returned to the sofa to continue his rank-climbing career. To avoid Wen Ling lying on him bonelessly like just now, Cheng Ge sat upright on the sofa, not giving Wen Ling a single chance.
Just as he was engrossed in playing, his right shoulder suddenly sank. Cheng Ge shifted his eyes slightly and could see Wen Ling’s high nose bridge and fan-like eyelashes.
“You want to play too?”
Wen Ling’s chin resting on Cheng Ge’s shoulder moved. Cheng Ge guessed he was shaking his head. “I’ll just watch.”
“Okay.” Cheng Ge’s fingers tapped and slid across the screen rapidly. After clearing a wave of minions, he continued, “When you want to play, I can carry you.”
“Mn.” Wen Ling didn’t watch for long before taking out his tablet to start drawing. He just leaned on Cheng Ge’s shoulder, quiet and not disturbing him.
After lunch, the two continued operating as they had in the morning.
Until night, on the bed. Wen Ling stared at Cheng Ge for a long time. As if he couldn’t bear it anymore, his tone contained confusion, accusation, and dissatisfaction: “Why do you like playing games so much?”
Cheng Ge felt wronged. How did he like it that much? He played until his eyes hurt, just to rank up and make money.
“Where did I show I like playing games?”
“You’re always looking at the phone.”
Cheng Ge felt it couldn’t be put that way. He stared straight at Wen Ling. “Then if I keep staring at you, does that prove I like you?”
Who knew Wen Ling’s expression would freeze, followed by meeting Cheng Ge’s gaze?
The emotions in Wen Ling’s eyes were complex—helplessness, unease, hurt—but also hid a trace of crazy obsession.
Cheng Ge was also stunned. Reacting faster than a rocket, he smiled like a husky. “That can only prove I like you very much.”
Immediately after, he kissed Wen Ling’s face several times, tone very sincere: “Like you the most.”
Wen Ling frowned: “You didn’t mean that just now.”
“That is what I meant. Otherwise, what did I mean?”
“You…” Wen Ling lowered his eyelids, keeping a straight face, burying himself in the quilt. For the first time, he didn’t actively move closer to Cheng Ge. “I don’t know.”
The voice came out muffled through the quilt.
Cheng Ge felt guilty. Not clear on exactly what Wen Ling was thinking, he didn’t know what to do for a moment.
[Conquest value -1%]
Throwing a tantrum.
But no matter how good Cheng Ge was at acting, he wasn’t thick-skinned enough to keep hugging Wen Ling and coaxing him saying he really liked him the most, right?
These days Cheng Ge would suddenly ponder a question: Did Wen Ling only have possessiveness towards him, or did he have other emotions?
If it were before, he would answer without hesitation that it was only possessiveness, because that was how the novel was written.
But recently he found it didn’t seem entirely so. In Wen Ling’s eyes, they were a couple. He said a couple was two people who liked each other being together. Then did that mean in Wen Ling’s view, the two of them liked each other?
But this was different from what was written in the novel. The book never mentioned “like” in relation to Wen Ling.
How could the little lunatic like others? He only liked himself. Wen Ling only considered himself… okay, now he seemed to consider his emotions too…
Could it be that the possessiveness was so intense that he not only wanted “Cheng Ge’s” body but also his heart? So it produced an emotion similar to liking?
Cheng Ge couldn’t figure it out. He turned off the light and lay in the quilt too.
He shook Wen Ling’s shoulder, wanting to turn the person over. Unsuccessful, and not daring to be forceful when the person was angry, he could only shamelessly stick to Wen Ling’s back, asking ingratiatingly: “Do you like me?”
“Hmph.”
Wen Ling sulked and refused to acknowledge him.
Translator’s note: Happy reading, have a great day or night, depending on what time you are reading, haha.
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