CFL 18

Wen Ci only realized how embarrassing the term was when he blurted it out.

But he was so excited.

He didn’t want to change it; he wanted to keep using it.

However, kneeling was tiring. Could he sit down? Wen Ci glanced at the dark screen in the video call. If the light was brighter, he could vaguely see the movements inside. The senior had turned off all the lights.

“Can I sit down?”

Wen Ci added somewhat reluctantly and with a hint of grievance: “My legs are so sore, my knees hurt, and I still have military training tomorrow.”

The senior seemed to move, and a very thin, long metal rod on the table caught the light and reflected.

“Sit.”

Wen Ci’s body sank down, and he sat with his legs bent into an M-shape. He glanced down at his slight arousal and felt a bit at a loss.

Apart from the initial teasing by Lu Xuesong, he rarely experienced such a situation.

What should he do about it?

Could the senior come out and meet him to help?

Or should he just sleep it off like last time? But he would definitely have those embarrassing dreams.

“Does it hurt?”

Wen Ci nodded, then realized the other party couldn’t see him and said, “A bit.”

It felt like someone had injected him with something, making him stand tall and full of energy.

He didn’t know why it was like this; he just knew that whenever he heard the senior’s voice, deep and slightly cold, with a calm and lazy tone, it easily made Wen Ci’s heart race.

“What should I do?”

Wen Ci stammered, “Just let it be?”

Actually, he wasn’t completely clueless; he just hadn’t tried it himself.

The word “intimacy” popped into Wen Ci’s mind.

So, Wen Ci bit his lip and said, “I don’t know how, can you teach me?”

Immediately, Wen Ci saw the senior pick up that thin, long metal rod and saw its full appearance this time.

The rod was slender, with a loop at one end for hanging and a needle-like tip at the other, resembling a tool.

The senior’s hand, with clear lines under the interplay of light and shadow, had every protruding vein on the back of the hand visible.

The senior lazily asked, “What’s your name?”

Wen Ci’s heart skipped a beat, and his mind raced, considering whether to reveal his real name.

But it would basically mean revealing his identity; it didn’t really matter.

“My name has the character ‘yi’ in it, as in ‘yi zheng yan ci’ (righteous and resolute).”

“Mm, Xiao Yan.”

“…” Wen Ci was momentarily stunned, wanting to bite his tongue, “I’m not…”

“Shh…” The senior pointed the needle tip at the camera and slowly moved it upward, “You’re fully erect now.”

“Xiao Yan.”

The tone when calling his name was cool and a bit fierce, impossible to resist.

Wen Ci trembled inexplicably from the inside out. This wasn’t even his real name, but it felt like he was wearing a mask.

He wasn’t Wen Ci now; he was going to be a shameless doll to be manipulated.

The senior spoke softly, slowly adjusting the intonation, “Hold on tight and don’t let go.”

Half an hour later, Wen Ci got off the bed. His legs were numb from sitting, and his snow-white thighs had red marks and unknown wet stains. He temporarily ignored them, first wiping his phone vigorously with a wet tissue, then taking a shower and hand-washing the pants he had just worn.

Wen Ci changed into new pajamas. At that moment, the door opened, and Lu Xuesong and Tao Peng came back.

Lu Xuesong was surprised: “It’s almost eleven, and you’re just taking a shower.”

Wen Ci, with something on his mind and not knowing how to hide it, quickly nodded and got into bed.

After pulling the bed curtain closed, he heard Lu Xuesong and Tao Peng go to take a shower. He bit his lip, pulled down his pants again, took a look, and they were clean, with the scent of shower gel.

When he took a shower just now, he tried with his finger, and it hurt a lot QAQ.

But once this kind of thing started, it was hard to stop. Wen Ci tried again and succeeded, even feeling a bloated sensation in his stomach.

Wen Ci compared the thickness with his fingers and thought that two fingers would be just right.

He hoped the senior had the perfect size of two fingers.

He pulled up the chat page with the senior.

[W: How’s your finger now, has it stopped bleeding?]

The senior’s fingers were long, pressing against the metal rod, rubbing it back and forth slowly. If he applied too much force, he would accidentally prick his finger, and a bright red bead of blood would appear instantly, though the wound didn’t look big.

Jiang Yufeng calmly wiped it, slightly discontentedly put away the tool, and the trash can was half-filled with crumpled paper towels.

The bleeding had already stopped.

[Yf: It’s fine.]

[W: I’m glad it’s fine. Seeing blood is so scary.]

[Yf: You bled more.]

Wen Ci’s face turned red, and he subconsciously rubbed his face with the quilt.

He was recalling the details, curiously sticking his head and hand out again.

[W: You keep touching that tool, are you imitating me?]

[Yf: It’s not that thin.]

Wen Ci paused for two or three seconds, made a few noises, and then retreated back into his nest.

The next day, they got up earlier than the rooster. The three roommates were listless as they brushed their teeth and washed their faces. Under the guidance of the drill instructor, they were going to jog around the playground in the morning.

Wen Ci had decent physical fitness. After running a few laps, he was a bit out of breath but felt refreshed.

He had scored full marks in physical education for the middle school exam and participated in the sports meeting every year in high school. Perhaps it was because of the experience of being chased by his mother with a rattan stick when he was young.

University military training was quite boring, especially with a soft-hearted drill instructor. Since there were so many of them, they were assigned two instructors, one who liked to tell jokes and another who was like a simpleton.

When no one was checking, the two instructors would urge them to cool off in the shade, arranging one person to keep watch. When the captain came to check, they would immediately stand in the sun and practice standing at attention.

After slacking off for the whole morning, it was almost lunchtime when Lu Xuesong dragged Wen Ci to run towards the cafeteria.

Wen Ci was fine after the morning run, but the part where Lu Xuesong dragged him to run quickly left him almost breathless.

The cafeteria was packed. While waiting in line, Lu Xuesong took off his hat because he was sweating and felt hot. However, he saw his oily hair in the reflective glass door, and with the hat pressing it all morning, it looked like a flat top, significantly reducing his attractiveness.

Lu Xuesong put his hat back on and looked at Wen Ci, whose hair was half-dry and half-wet. He flicked it up, and a few stubborn strands fell on his cheeks and forehead, but it didn’t affect his looks at all. Instead, it added a rebellious charm.

Moreover, considering yesterday’s mobilization meeting, they had been under the sun for over five hours, yet Wen Ci’s skin was still radiant white.

Wen Ci felt his face being touched suddenly.

He covered his face and asked in confusion, “Why did you touch me?”

“Can’t I?” Lu Xuesong retorted indignantly, “Did you put on sunscreen?”

“I did.”

Wen Ci smelled something and turned to look at him, his eyes brightening, “There’s roast chicken today.”

Lu Xuesong rolled his eyes, “Even if there is, we won’t get much. Look at all these people in front of us.”

“It’s okay,” Wen Ci smiled, his eyes curving, his freshly washed face shining, “No roast chicken…”

Wen Ci sniffed the air, “There’s also green pepper stir-fried with meat. That definitely won’t run out. I’ll ask the aunt to pack me more, and then I’ll share with you.”

Lu Xuesong narrowed his eyes and smiled, “No wonder you’re in this line. That aunt really likes you.”

Wen Ci realized the importance of connections and puffed out his chest, “It’s because the aunt is kind, not because she likes me.”

He paused and whispered smugly, “She probably likes me a little bit~”

Fortunately, when it was their turn, there was still roast chicken. The aunt told them there was plenty and gave Wen Ci a big spoonful of the dish.

“I think you were acting strange last night,” Lu Xuesong said this while Wen Ci was still chewing on a drumstick, his plump lips glistening with oil.

He played dumb, “Ah?”

“Did you secretly meet your senior in the dormitory?”

Wen Ci breathed a sigh of relief inside, thinking Lu Xuesong could be quite innocent sometimes, “Not yet. I just had a video call with my senior, which is why I was late.”

Lu Xuesong raised an eyebrow slightly, “So you’ve met?”

“Well… not yet.” The video was so dark that he could barely see anything, only vaguely make out the shape.

Wen Ci was quite certain, “The senior isn’t fat. He’s quite thin, I think.”

“What about his looks?”

“I don’t know.”

Lu Xuesong liked to browse videos online, especially on the xx website for intimate content. Unless the behavior was extremely exposed or too bizarre, basically if someone was good-looking, they would show their face. If they were ugly, they would wear a mask. Otherwise, no matter how good the technique, they would lose in PK.

“Wen Ci, can you accept someone who looks very ordinary?”

Wen Ci nodded, “Yes!”

He was a face-ist, but he was loyal.

Lu Xuesong had nothing more to say.

After finishing their meal and returning to the dormitory, they had some time to play with their phones.

[W: Senior, have you eaten?]

[Yf: Not yet.]

[W: Are you busy?]

[Yf: Yeah, the counselor is talking to me about something.]

Wen Ci sent a message saying “Eat early,” then leaned against the ladder thoughtfully.

The counselor, that would be in the administrative building, right?

An idea sprouted in his mind. Wen Ci wanted to sneak a peek at what his senior looked like.

Wen Ci grabbed his phone and keys and left the room. Lu Xuesong was just about to take a nap and asked where he was going.

“I’m going to buy some water for this afternoon.”

Lu Xuesong said, “Then get some for me too.”

“Sure.”

Wen Ci planned to go to the administrative building first and then buy water. On the way, he felt nervous, with an inexplicable fluttering heart.

He had never met him in person, but somehow he felt that the senior was just right for him, whether it was his hands or his voice, it was as if he had him completely figured out.

It was lunchtime, and the counselor’s office was as quiet as a chicken.

Wen Ci rushed to the administrative building. As he approached the counselor’s office, he adjusted his breathing, tugged at his clothes to tidy up, and walked in properly.

There weren’t many students inside at the moment, and only a few teachers. Wen Ci looked around and finally saw a figure in another glass partition.

Wen Ci’s lips curved slightly.

Senior, I’m here~

And then the next second, he saw Jiang Yufeng turn his head.

Wen Ci: “……”

Huh?

Where was his senior?