Chapter 73: I’m Truly Defeated by You, My Little Ancestor
“Are we still watching or what?” Cheng Ge straightened Wen Ling’s head as it was about to press against his face. He unwrapped a mint and ate it. “Eating candy now. No more popcorn.”
“Oh.” Wen Ling quieted down for a small while. He stopped bothering Cheng Ge and started fiddling with the snacks Cheng Ge had bought him.
The movie itself wasn’t particularly scary; it was just the classic elements of darkness and blood. But the music was terrifying, making one’s back feel cold.
At this moment, it was a rainy day in the movie. A sudden thunderclap roared, quite startling. Wen Ling also suddenly jolted, the back of his hand touching Cheng Ge’s thigh.
Cheng Ge thought Wen Ling was afraid and patted his back. “If you’re scared, just hold my hand. If it’s really too much, we won’t watch.”
Wen Ling immediately stuffed the chocolate he had just unwrapped into his mouth and grabbed Cheng Ge’s hand. He only heard Cheng Ge say “hold my hand,” completely ignoring the “if you’re scared” prefix and the following words.
Seeing Wen Ling grip so tightly, Cheng Ge thought he was terrified but still wanted to keep watching—the classic “scared but still wants to play.” So he squeezed Wen Ling’s palm to comfort him.
Once he had the hand, Wen Ling began wanting to take an inch after being given a yard. Especially since Cheng Ge was being so proactive. He slowly leaned against Cheng Ge, rubbing his face against Cheng Ge’s neck. His lips also brushed against Cheng Ge’s skin, along the jawline, moving upward, pressing once and then again.
Finally, he met Cheng Ge’s mouth and tried hard to kiss him.
Kissing with his neck tilted was such a hassle. He couldn’t aim right, and the kiss didn’t last long. Wen Ling liked hugging face-to-face; he liked that most of all.
But before Wen Ling could make a move, he was promptly pinned down by Cheng Ge. Wen Ling began to whimper in a small voice, roughly meaning he wanted to kiss, and why wasn’t he allowed to?
Cheng Ge locked eyes with Wen Ling for a while before cupping the back of Wen Ling’s head and kissing him for a bit. It wasn’t just a brief peck, but it wasn’t very deep either. It made Wen Ling very comfortable.
Cheng Ge felt it was enough, but he couldn’t just stop. Wen Ling kept tugging at his clothes and whimpering.
The two of them doing such a heartwarming thing in such a horror-filled atmosphere was truly discordant. But right now, neither of them had their minds on the movie, so they couldn’t care less about the atmosphere.
“Every single day,” Cheng Ge pinched Wen Ling’s face and kissed him for a long time.
Cheng Ge released Wen Ling, his voice a bit raspy. “That’s enough. Behave yourself.”
Once Wen Ling was satisfied by the kiss, he became very well-behaved, sitting quietly. But he loved to reminisce, and his words became more frequent.
“It’s mint-flavored. Cheng Ge’s mouth is cool. Now my mouth is a bit cool too.”
Cheng Ge covered his eyes with his bent arm, his voice still muffled and raspy. “Mm.”
“You even bit my lip just now, but it didn’t hurt.”
Cheng Ge sighed. “I know.”
“Kissing is so comfortable, like something is tickling. But you don’t seem to like it.”
Cheng Ge was helpless. “Be quiet.”
“…Okay then.” Like he was the one being wronged.
Wen Ling really did quiet down. He leaned on Cheng Ge’s shoulder, slowly adjusting his position. Finally, he rested his head in the crook of Cheng Ge’s neck. His fine hair made Cheng Ge’s skin feel a bit itchy.
Cheng Ge again thought he was afraid and didn’t move away, forcibly pulling his thoughts back to the movie.
A woman fell into a pool of blood. Wen Ling also fell asleep, his steady breaths all hitting Cheng Ge’s jaw.
Listening to the steady breathing, Cheng Ge realized after the fact that he was also a fool. How could Wen Ling, someone who grew up in such a dark environment, be afraid of these things?
Feeling like he’d been played, Cheng Ge pushed Wen Ling away a bit. Wen Ling shamelessly stuck back on, his arms circling Cheng Ge’s upper waist.
Cheng Ge pushed him away again, and Wen Ling stuck back on again, each time more excessively than the last. Within a few tries, half his body was on top of Cheng Ge, his mouth not being honest either, constantly pressing against Cheng Ge’s chin.
Cheng Ge felt Wen Ling’s hands were a bit cool. He clicked his tongue, turned up the air conditioning temperature, then covered Wen Ling with the small blanket from the sofa, pulling some distance between them.
Within a few moments, Wen Ling kicked the blanket off. His body suddenly twitched, and he murmured something in his sleep. His speed was urgent, his tone small, carrying a panic that was slurred, but those two words were too familiar.
The name Wen Ling called out was clearly Cheng Ge.
His small face was tense, his brows furrowed. His hands reached out, wanting to grab onto something tight, but he grabbed nothing. So his mouth began to tighten, his breathing became a bit hurried; he looked like he wanted to cry.
By the faint light of the movie screen, Cheng Ge silently stared at Wen Ling for a while.
What he thought of was every sleepless night of Wen Ling’s. He wondered if Wen Ling also fell asleep with such an expression, then was startled awake, staring at the pitch-black ceiling until dawn.
Cheng Ge sighed. “I’m truly defeated by you, my little ancestor.”
He again covered Wen Ling properly with the blanket, pulled Wen Ling sideways onto his lap, tucked Wen Ling’s restless hands into the blanket, and let his head rest on his chest. He stroked Wen Ling’s back a few times and lowered his head to press against Wen Ling’s forehead and cheek for a fleeting moment.
Wen Ling comfortably buried his face in Cheng Ge’s chest, staying very quiet. His small face was no longer tense; he was very well-behaved.
They were both very familiar with this posture. Back at the villa, Wen Ling loved to take afternoon naps like this. Or when Cheng Ge was playing games, Wen Ling liked to burrow into his arms. He didn’t look at his phone, just stared at Cheng Ge, and after a few looks, he’d fall asleep.
When Cheng Ge got tired of playing, he would also sleep in this posture. Fearing the person might accidentally fall, he would overlap his hands to encircle Wen Ling, cradling him.
Seeing that the person was sleeping steadily, Cheng Ge turned down the movie volume and continued watching. His hand patted Wen Ling’s lower back rhythmically, and his own eyelids unconsciously closed.
A perfectly good horror movie was made excessively heartwarming by the two of them. In the end, they didn’t really watch the movie. They hugged, they kissed, and they got plenty of sleep.
When Wen Ling woke up, Cheng Ge was still sleeping. Wen Ling had slept too comfortably; when he first woke up, he was still a bit dazed, but his face habitually buried itself in the person’s chest to nuzzle.
He thought he was back at the previous villa, back in that period of time.
That period was the happiest Wen Ling had been in all his years growing up. There were only he and Cheng Ge. Cheng Ge’s eyes only had him; he was full of him.
Cheng Ge was too good to him.
Wen Ling had been numb for a very long time. Perhaps he had been happy a few times as a child, but in his later years of growing up, the time without any joy was too long. He almost didn’t know what happiness was anymore.
After Cheng Ge came, he knew again. Every day in that villa, he was very happy.
When he was fully awake and figured out the current situation, Wen Ling only felt happy.
He loved being held by Cheng Ge while sleeping. It was so intimate and comfortable, and he could hear Cheng Ge’s steady and powerful heartbeat.
As long as Cheng Ge was there, Wen Ling was happy. Cheng Ge was the person who treated him best in this world. He liked Cheng Ge most, and liked the things that came with him.
When Cheng Ge woke up, he also didn’t quite recover for a moment. He lowered his head to lock eyes with Wen Ling for a while before slowly coming back to his senses.
Seeing the person was awake, Wen Ling wanted to be intimate. He tilted his head to kiss Cheng Ge’s neck and chin, press by press.
Cheng Ge felt ticklish, and at the same time felt that Wen Ling was like a puppy licking someone. He couldn’t help but laugh a few times. Since he’d just woken up, his thoughts weren’t quite focused, and his voice sounded lazy.
Cheng Ge lowered his head to peck Wen Ling’s lips once, then kissed the tip of Wen Ling’s nose. “Kissing the little puppy nose.”
Translator’s Note: “Little Ancestor” (小祖宗) is an affectionate but exasperated term used for someone you dote on so much that you’re willing to serve them like an honored ancestor. The “villa” refers to the setting of the original book where Wen Ling (the villain) had imprisoned Cheng Ge.
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