CFL 16

Wen Ci’s hand was almost hot from holding the phone, and he couldn’t hear any sound from the call, so he stopped speaking as well.

Fairly, it should be one sentence each.

[Along the way, stopping and going, following the traces of the drifting youth, the moment before stepping out of the station…]

The school broadcast suddenly started playing music.

It seemed that something had finally been adjusted on the other end, with the sound of chairs being dragged and colliding with tables. Wen Ci unconsciously held his breath, his hand still clutching the hem of his skirt, his eyes fixed on the mountain opposite.

“Sorry, I was just adjusting the equipment,” the other party explained somewhat absentmindedly.

Wen Ci’s hand, which had been clutching the skirt hem, relaxed, and the scenery within his line of sight became hazy.

The senior’s voice was deep and slightly cold, yet there was a hint of warmth in the tone, a 360-degree all-around incredibly pleasant sound.

Ahhhh, he had found a treasure.

Wen Ci felt as if his tongue had been tugged by someone, and he stammered, “……Uh, oh, it’s okay, take your time.”

The school broadcast was still playing music in the background, very clearly. If he were in the dormitory, the sound should have been muffled.

“Where are you?”

“I……” Wen Ci swallowed, hooking the lace of the skirt hem with his fingers: “I’m on the dormitory balcony. There are people inside, and I wanted to have a private voice call with you.”

“Go inside, put on headphones, it’s cold outside.”

“Oh……” Wen Ci muttered, lowering his eyes, “It is a bit chilly. I’m still wearing a skirt.”

His two snow-white legs were exposed to the cold wind, and his knees had turned a bit darker.

Wen Ci’s skin tends to show purple, net-like blood vessels in winter, which at first glance might seem like he had darkened. He looked it up online and it seemed not to be a disease, but simply due to the cold causing poor blood circulation.

After speaking, Wen Ci brought the phone closer, as if to listen to his voice again. It had been like a fleeting firework just now; if he missed it, it was gone. Ah, can WeChat voice calls be recorded……

Maybe he should ask the senior to use a voice message later.

How could someone’s voice be both cold and warm? Perhaps it was because their relationship boundary was still very vague. The senior’s deep voice carried a subtle hint of intimacy, resonating in his eardrums, making his ears feel as if they were about to get pregnant.

Wen Ci felt goosebumps on his skin, and his whole body felt tingly and numb.

The senior’s voice came with interest: “You’re wearing a skirt?”

Wen Ci subconsciously pressed the hem of his skirt, his fingertips brushing against the lace edge, causing an itchy sensation.

“I am, and I haven’t had time to send it to you yet. Today’s skirt is very short,” Wen Ci complained a bit, “It was very inconvenient when I took the photo.”

But he wasn’t really complaining. The skirts were all beautiful; he just wasn’t used to them, and he only wanted to wear them for the senior.

Perhaps the imagined scenes were vivid in his mind, and the senior chuckled, low and resonant, “Your gear is quite complete.”

Wen Ci blinked, feeling as if he was about to get drunk in that voice.

Wen Ci’s heart was pounding, constantly hitting his chest. He didn’t know how to deal with this reaction and numbly retorted, “You can’t see me, so why are you laughing?”

“I’m not laughing.”

“You are,” Wen Ci insisted on his answer, “I’m going back inside now, it’s too cold.”

“Mm.”

Wen Ci took it for granted: “So I’ll hang up the call?”

“Why hang up?”

“Because my roommate is here, and it’s not convenient.”

“Speak softly.”

Wen Ci didn’t know what to say. He still had to take off his clothes and take a shower; he couldn’t keep holding the phone.

“I, I’ll call you later tonight, okay?” His voice was a bit urgent.

The senior chuckled again: “Okay.”

After hanging up the call, Wen Ci turned around and saw Lu Xuesong’s face pressed against the balcony door, staring at him with a gloomy expression.

Wen Ci walked over to open the door, feeling a bit frightened: “Sorry to keep you waiting, Lu Xuesong.”

Lu Xuesong clicked his tongue: “Haven’t finished taking photos yet.”

“Finished,” Wen Ci said, “I need to take it off and take a shower. I’m going to have a voice call with the senior tonight.”

“Did you talk?”

“No.”

“……”

Wen Ci had his own set of principles. Confirming a relationship couldn’t be done online; it had to be face-to-face to truly seal the deal.

He wasn’t afraid of being rejected once they met; he was afraid that the senior wouldn’t like his type.

Wen Ci was good-looking, but as the neighbor’s brother had said, his face was too charming, easily attracting trouble.

Later, Wen Ci sat on the ground, drawing circles, and carefully recalled that it seemed to be true. When he was at school, people confessed to him, and the teacher would call him out, telling him to stay away from classmates and not to have too much contact.

It was as if he was the one doing the seducing.

This kind of thing happened almost every year. Instead of blaming the instigator, they would blame the victim.

After Wen Ci’s awakening, these incidents became even more frequent and more brazen.

If he wanted to date, he had to think it over; if he wanted to do something, he couldn’t be reckless.

As long as it didn’t meet Wen Ci’s criteria, it was out of the question.

If it were the old Wen Ci, he would definitely overthink things and even try to please the other party. But now, his mother was right; he shouldn’t waste energy on himself. He should learn to shift the problem to the other party and would find that many times it was the other person’s fault.

If the senior didn’t work out, he would just find another one.

Wen Ci felt happy.

Wen Ci went to change clothes and take a shower.

Lu Xuesong, bored, went out to find Tao Peng. After Wen Ci finished his shower, he simply got into bed. Tonight, he might be alone, which was great.

He sent a message to the senior, who said he was busy.

Wen Ci lay on the pillow, half-asleep, and finally waited until ten o’clock. The senior was free, but he was sleepy.

The senior clearly noticed: “You should sleep first.”

Wen Ci nuzzled against the soft pillow and mumbled, “Then goodnight.”

As soon as he said that, he felt the fabric of the pants……so rough, it was very uncomfortable against his skin. It seemed to be something his father had bought somewhere very cheaply, two pairs for ten dollars.

Wen Ci couldn’t help but text the senior about the pants.

The senior sent a voice message: “Why wear them? Take them off, be naked.”

Wen Ci’s skin was thin and prone to blushing: “No, I’m not used to sleeping naked.”

And what if Lu Xuesong and Tao Peng came back.

That’s what he said, but since he couldn’t sleep comfortably, Wen Ci eventually pulled down the waistband of his pants and kicked them to the foot of the bed. His snow-white, straight legs touched the fabric of the quilt, which was cool and comfortable.

Wen Ci couldn’t help but bring his legs together, which made him blush. It would be even more comfortable if he could sleep with the senior at night.

That night, Wen Ci dreamed of the senior. The body was super fit, and the face was that of Conan’s little black.

“……”

A bit eerie.

It would have been better to use Jiang Yufeng’s face.

The last public class of the week, since next week was military training, the teacher was very considerate and had them sit in groups to continue discussing the arrangements for the last assignment……

So it turned into a mode of chatting between groups, with hardly anyone actually discussing the assignment.

Sha Zhengyi went to play games with his roommate, under the guise of in-depth communication with other group members to gather information, while also considering how to bring the playboy to the big screen without dirtying the teacher’s eyes and losing points for the assignment.

That would be counterproductive.

Jiang Yufeng sat to the side, looking down at his phone as he replied to messages, his presence strong but his actions very inconspicuous.

Over time, Wen Ci found a way to get along with this person—ignore him.

Everyone got along harmoniously. Wen Ci felt this was very good. Heeding the senior’s advice, he wouldn’t provoke Jiang Yufeng’s annoyance.

Come to think of it, the senior, the senior’s voice was incredibly pleasant.

Wen Ci leaned into Lu Xuesong’s ear and said, “Last night he said goodnight to me personally. I’m about to be conquered by his voice.”

Wen Ci felt like he was about to become a voice fetishist even if he wasn’t one before.

“Is that so? Let me hear it,” Lu Xuesong said, frowning and pursing his lips, “I’ve heard that behind a good voice often lies a fat person.”

“……” Wen Ci’s intuition was spot on, “I think the senior must be very handsome.”

“Haven’t you been on the xx platform?”

Wen Ci was taken aback and instinctively glanced at Jiang Yufeng next door, lowering his voice to a whisper, “I know, it’s too embarrassing.”

It was the largest adult content streaming platform in the country.

The biggest difference in this world was that sex could be openly discussed and widely spread without any restrictions. Pornography here was not enough to satisfy.

Wen Ci had looked into this adult content platform. There were PKs to see who had the most water during climax, or couples competing for the longest love-making duration, and even those with higher looks would receive a barrage of gifts. In short, there were all kinds of ways to play.

As for whether to cover their faces, that was up to the streamers.

Wen Ci had glanced through a few times and realized that he liked sex, but he didn’t like promiscuity.

Even Lu Xuesong only had Tao Peng.

But he had heard that these streamers earned a very high income. Putting himself in their shoes, Wen Ci could never do that. How could one climax in front of a camera screen?

Some money was just meant for them to earn; it was enviable but out of reach.

Lu Xuesong was a regular customer of that platform: “I’ve heard good voices there, and 80% of them are fat.”

Wen Ci was a bit upset and retorted, “Then do you still listen or not? If not, forget it.”

“Listen, listen, listen. What you said has piqued my curiosity.”

Wen Ci held his phone between his and Lu Xuesong’s ears, their heads almost touching. Jiang Yufeng seemed to sense something and looked up.

Wen Ci and Lu Xuesong widened their eyes and stared back at him.

Jiang Yufeng: “……”

Wen Ci’s WeChat had the “ear” setting enabled, so he unhesitatingly pressed the voice message.

[Why wear them? Take them off, be naked.]

Wen Ci: “……”

Ahhhh, why was it this sentence?

Ahhhh, why was it on speakerphone?

Fortunately, Wen Ci had the speaker volume turned down low, just loud enough for the three of them to hear.

Lu Xuesong’s eyes were shining: “Wow, so naughty.”

Jiang Yufeng: “……”

And it wasn’t clear whether it was Lu Xuesong’s illusion, but he felt that the sentence carried a commanding tone.

It evoked a scene of discipline.

Lu Xuesong instinctively looked at Wen Ci, realizing he was still innocent. It seemed the other party was well-prepared.

Could it be that they were targeting Wen Ci? There was a high possibility that the other party had met Wen Ci in real life.

The more Lu Xuesong thought about it, the more he was convinced.

He glanced at the blissfully unaware Wen Ci and instantly felt a mix of jealousy and envy. That so-called senior was really cunning. If he had the chance to catch them…… Never mind, as long as Wen Ci was happy.

……

No, he couldn’t just let it go. Lu Xuesong felt it was too regrettable for Wen Ci to be taken like that. He hadn’t had his turn yet!!!

Lu Xuesong didn’t even notice Jiang Yufeng’s presence and directly asked, “Did you take them off last night?”

Wen Ci blushed and whispered, “……Yes.”

Jiang Yufeng: “?”