CFL 33

Wen Ci was fiddling with the door, his pair of almond-shaped eyes blinking as he stared at the man.

The burly man had long been displeased with him and shouted in a gruff voice, “If you want to fight, then fight. What are you doing here, afraid of being beaten to death by me, and taking a few more glances at your husband?!”

“……” No!

Just as Wen Ci was about to explain, Jiang Yufeng slapped the door shut with a bang, startling Wen Ci inside.

Jiang Yufeng’s door-closing sound was always so forceful……

The burly man sneered, “As agreed, no calling the police. I won’t go easy on you. I didn’t get enough of a beating just now.”

Jiang Yufeng raised an eyebrow, “Oh?”

It seemed he understood why Wen Ci had intervened.

Without a second thought, the burly man lunged forward, aiming to grab Jiang Yufeng’s head and smash his face into the ground. The man, who appeared refined and indifferent, suddenly had his neck seized, and in the blink of an eye, his head was slammed against the wall with a thud, twice.

“Damn!” The burly man clutched his head, feeling dizzy and disoriented.

“I’ll be damned, I’ll be damned, I’ll be damned!” He cursed incessantly, trying to alleviate the pain.

Jiang Yufeng walked up to him and said, “Look up.”

“What?” The burly man looked up in confusion.

Jiang Yufeng clenched his fist and punched the man’s mouth with force. The burly man’s head buzzed instantly, and another punch followed, causing saliva mixed with blood and broken teeth to spill onto the ground.

The burly man squatted on the ground, his face contorted with pain.

Jiang Yufeng raised his fist, expressionless, about to strike again when the burly man quickly pleaded, “Wait, wait, I surrender, I fucking surrender!!! Don’t hit anymore. If you hit someone to death, you don’t want to call the police either, right?”

The burly man panted, looking up at him. This guy, though indifferent, didn’t hold back his punches. He didn’t seem to fear killing someone and didn’t even pant, truly resembling a king of hell.

“May I ask, brother, where did you used to hang out? I’ve never seen you before.”

Jiang Yufeng pondered for a moment and seriously replied, “I’ve washed my hands and quit.”

The burly man: “……”

Jiang Yufeng stopped, his knuckles on the back of his hand had a few marks from the man’s teeth: “You should go to the hospital and check your teeth, so as not to cause any fatalities.”

Jiang Yufeng shook his wrist and turned to press the home door code. When he opened the door, the security chain was still hanging. Wen Ci quickly took it off.

The thin man from next door, holding the child, stealthily glanced over, his face full of fear. Wen Ci thought he might be scared and nodded at him, trying to comfort him with his eyes.

Before he could look for long, he was pulled back by Jiang Yufeng, and the door was shut immediately.

Jiang Yufeng’s voice was gloomy: “How long do you plan to watch?”

Wen Ci turned his gaze back and limped over to him: “Are you okay? Does anything hurt……”

His concerned tone made Jiang Yufeng feel slightly better, and he nonchalantly said, “Just a scum.”

“Sit down,” Jiang Yufeng said.

Wen Ci sat on the nearest sofa, curling his fingers on his thigh, sitting like a well-behaved student in class, his face full of anxiety: “Are you going to kick me out? I didn’t mean to cause trouble.”

Jiang Yufeng’s gloomy expression hadn’t faded as he looked down at the marks on the back of his hand. Perhaps from the fight, his aggressive aura hadn’t dissipated, yet his face remained unchanged, as if fighting was a common occurrence for him, which was quite intimidating.

“I know, I won’t kick you out,” Jiang Yufeng’s tone was very light.

Wen Ci let out a sigh of relief: “How’s your hand? Does it hurt? Do you need some medicine?”

“No need, it will scab over by tonight.”

Wen Ci slowly blinked his eyes; Jiang Yufeng was quite experienced……

Wen Ci glanced towards the door: “I wonder how the father and daughter next door are doing.”

“Other people’s family affairs, what do they have to do with you?”

“……” Wen Ci pursed his lips, feeling that Jiang Yufeng was like a barrel of explosives ready to detonate at any moment, and he explained in a low voice, “I saw him hitting someone and spoke up to stop it.”

“You’re not that foolish, knowing to use the security chain to prevent people from coming in. You should know that the security chain is for thieves, not for someone like Chaoxiong. It can be easily kicked open.”

Wen Ci: “……”

“Or do you want to be a hero, limping and fighting with people, waiting for me to come back and collect your body? The guy next door has trained.”

Wen Ci honestly said: “I can’t fight.”

Jiang Yufeng suddenly fell silent. Although they were sitting face to face, classmates in the same class, even in the same group and dormitory, Wen Ci still felt that the distance between them was as distant as the Milky Way.

“If you don’t have the ability to protect yourself, don’t easily stick your neck out. If you want to do good, you can choose to call the police, but don’t make a fuss. Don’t think it’s so easy to be a good person.”

Wen Ci finally understood why Jiang Yufeng said he was naive: “I didn’t think it through. Next time, I’ll be more careful.”

Jiang Yufeng: “……You still have a next time?”

Wen Ci: “Why not? Can I just stand by and do nothing when someone is bullying the weak, especially with a child present? I can’t just let them suffer.”

Wen Ci frowned: “You can’t criticize me for this. Although I didn’t do it well, I will improve.”

Jiang Yufeng seemed to want to say something more, but in the end, he just pursed his lips and quietly stared at Wen Ci’s face.

He truly disliked people who were slow and dull, occasionally emitting some useless kindness, but such people were also living under the sunlight, ordinary and normal individuals.

Wen Ci shifted closer to him: “Say something.”

Jiang Yufeng looked up, grasped his wrist with his large hand, holding it firmly, making Wen Ci’s heart race: “?”

“Nothing to say,” Jiang Yufeng’s aggressive aura dissipated completely, returning to his usual self.

Wen Ci really couldn’t understand him… but he comforted himself that trying to understand the thought process of an abnormal person was a big taboo.

“Next time you encounter something like this, you can tell me in advance. There’s no need to hide it from me,” Jiang Yufeng gently tugged at Wen Ci’s wrist, “Got it?”

“Got it.”

At that moment, the doorbell rang. Jiang Yufeng went to open the door. It was the thin man from next door. Upon seeing Jiang Yufeng, he instinctively showed a face full of tension and fear, “Hello, my name is Jing Si. I wanted to thank you. Is your partner home?”

Jiang Yufeng paused for a moment: “Yes, wait a moment.”

Wen Ci was sitting on the sofa, peeking around. Seeing Jiang Yufeng coming over, he directly helped him up: “What’s going on?”

“They came to thank you.”

Wen Ci’s eyes lit up, and his heart warmed: “Really?”

He opened the door, and Jing Si stood in the hallway, not coming in. He stared at Wen Ci’s face for a moment: “Sorry, I didn’t bring a gift, so I won’t come in. I’ll come over properly next time to talk to you. I’m going to the hospital later.”

Wen Ci waved his hand: “It’s okay.”

“Thank you just now,” Jing Si said while occasionally glancing at Jiang Yufeng, whose face was too cold. Having seen the fight, he dared not approach Wen Ci.

Wen Ci moved his lips but in the end just smiled without speaking. Other people’s family affairs should not be interfered with too much.

Jing Si didn’t dare to stay longer, mainly because Jiang Yufeng was there, and he couldn’t say much, so he left first.

After the door was closed, Wen Ci grabbed Jiang Yufeng’s sleeve and said coquettishly, “Did you see that? He thanked me. If it weren’t for me, he would probably be the one in the hospital.”

Jiang Yufeng’s voice was light, but if you listened carefully, it was a bit tense: “He was staring at you the whole time.”

“Huh?” Wen Ci was puzzled, “He was talking to me. Who else would he look at?”

Jiang Yufeng glanced at him for no apparent reason.

Wen Ci was lifted by the collar by Jiang Yufeng and gently placed on the sofa. He asked, “Where’s my luggage?”

Jiang Yufeng was silent for a few seconds: “It’s in the car. I’ll bring it up tonight.”

“Okay, thank you.”

Jiang Yufeng went to the kitchen to prepare food for the night. The refrigerator was frequently opened, the seasonings rarely used, and the bottom of the pot was very clean. It was only during the period when Zhao Shuran lived at home that it was used more often.

Even if he didn’t eat, he had to feed Wen Ci.

Wen Ci leaned on the back of the sofa and said, “You’re so amazing, you can cook.”

“Not bad, it won’t kill anyone.”

“You’re great too.” Wen Ci had great respect for those who could cook.

Jiang Yufeng was still thinking about the menu for tonight. He couldn’t really feed Wen Ci to death.

Half an hour later, the doorbell rang. Wen Ci, who was reading a magazine, looked up and watched Jiang Yufeng open the door and bring in a bag: “Ordered takeout, come and eat.”

“……”

Jiang Yufeng poured the takeout stir-fry into the pan, stir-fried it again, and then put it back into the plate.

Wen Ci, sitting at the dining table, saw it all clearly. This operation, it works.

Suddenly, Wen Ci smelled the aroma of home-cooked dishes, “So fragrant, it’s green pepper and meat, where is it coming from?”

“Next door.”

“Jing Si is also amazing.” Wen Ci thought of something, “But he has to take care of the child, so he should learn to cook.”

Wen Ci knew that people of the same sex here could also get a certificate, so he was not surprised that two men lived together with a child.

Jiang Yufeng calmly spoke: “When he was sitting out, he also cooked for himself, otherwise his health would have been in trouble long ago.”

“Is that so……huh?”

Sitting out????

Wen Ci almost choked: “What… sitting out, do men also sit out…”

“He doesn’t have a job, drinks all the time, and comes home drunk to beat people. Everyone in the building knows, and it’s even worse when he’s sitting out.”

“How do you know?”

“I occasionally go to the park to play chess.”

“No……”

Jing Si is a man, how can he give birth!

Jiang Yufeng’s expression was strange, his eyes wandering, as if measuring Wen Ci’s surprised expression to see if it was genuine, “You didn’t know?”

“What do I know, what should I know.”

“Some people here can give birth, they have two sets of organs.”

Intersexual.

Wen Ci knew, but he didn’t know they could give birth!!!!!

“What about Lu Xuesong…”

“Their conditions are stricter than women’s. Not everyone can give birth, and if the male length is not sufficient, it may not lead to conception. So this kind of thing cannot be done alone and requires the cooperation of two people. Apparently, the couple next door has good conditions, but their character is too bad.”

Wen Ci could hardly eat: “You’re so calm, don’t you think it’s strange?”

He thought he had become desensitized to this world, but there were still many things he couldn’t accept.

“There’s nothing strange about sex. As long as it feels good, there are many ways to do it. When they were getting along well, they also did it right at the door. After you saw what Lu Xuesong and Tao Peng did in the dormitory, do you still feel ashamed?”

Wen Ci: “……There’s some truth to that.”

Wen Ci bit the end of his chopsticks: “I think this kind of thing is very private and should not be easily exposed to others.”

After he spoke, he looked at Jiang Yufeng seriously. His gaze was pure and kind, as if he could not understand this chaotic and dirty world.

Jiang Yufeng: “It’s just for fun. Transparent windowsills, damp toilets, narrow sofas, secluded groves of trees, anywhere can be a battlefield if you want it to be.”

“…………You don’t have to be so blunt about it.” Wen Ci felt that his tolerance was strong, but it seemed he still wasn’t inclusive enough.

“What if I had slept with you last night…”

“Stop… I know what you’re going to say. Even if we had slept together last night, once we put on our pants, we would be like everyone else. If you don’t say it and I don’t say it, who would know?” Wen Ci’s face turned red, and he covered his ears, “I know, I know. You don’t have to educate me.”

Jiang Yufeng glanced at him calmly: “You might not be able to get out of bed right now.”

“……” Wen Ci said, “I sometimes don’t understand your way of thinking.”

“It’s good that you don’t understand now.”

Wen Ci asked the question that had been on his mind, “You suddenly moved back to the dormitory, is there another purpose?”

“Yes.”

“What is it?”

Jiang Yufeng lightly said: “You’re quite good at picking people to ask.”

“……” Alright, Wen Ci was now 70% sure that he had been exposed. So was he now in the tiger’s den?

No, no, no, he couldn’t think of Jiang Yufeng as that bad. After all, he had been quite nice to him……

Well, give him some time, he will confess……

Hit me, scold me, anything is fine.

Wen Ci needed to mentally prepare himself, afraid that he wouldn’t be ready for the confession.

“What are you thinking about?” Jiang Yufeng spoke up unexpectedly.

“About what just happened.”

“Do you want to have sex?”

“No, it’s about you moving back to the dormitory…” Wen Ci couldn’t keep up with his train of thought.

“Then you do want to have sex.”

“……”

Their dinner was eaten quite early. It was now a little past six. In the southern winter, the days were short and the nights long, and it got dark quickly.

Jiang Yufeng was originally going to go downstairs to get some clothes, but after receiving a phone call, he had to leave. Wen Ci asked him, “Are you very busy these days?”

“Going out to get a topographic map and coming back quickly. I’ve been busy lately because I’m working on a project with someone. I’ll come to keep you company after a while.”

“……Ah, no need for you to keep me company. I can stay by myself.”

“Okay.”

Wen Ci was really bored and slowly walked along the bookshelf wall in the living room. Magazines were piled on one side, professional books on the other, and the top left corner was filled with classics. Wen Ci glanced through them; he had read most of them and didn’t have the habit of reading them again.

How about some comics?

Why is there Korean script?

Wen Ci pulled out a comic book and flipped through a page.

A few seconds later, he abruptly closed it!

What had he just seen!

Were Korean comics really that bold?

Wen Ci took out a few more comics and placed them on the table. They were so fresh… but before he could read a few pages, the doorbell rang again. It had rung so many times today, and Jiang Yufeng had the key, so it wasn’t him.

Wen Ci was cautious, put the comic books back, and slowly walked over.

“Sorry to keep you waiting.”

Outside the door was Jing Si, who had even brought the child along. Wen Ci opened the door and let them in.

“These are the mung bean cakes I made, and some tea, as a thank you to you.”

Jing Si whispered, “I saw your partner leave, so I came in.”

Wen Ci finally had the chance to explain: “He’s my roommate, not my partner. You got it wrong.”

“Ah… you’re still students.” Jing Si was very surprised.

Jing Si put the child down: “Call him brother.”

The little girl, named Jing Yuan, had big and bright eyes and innocently ate a lollipop: “Brother, hello.”

Wen Ci smiled: “Hello, little sister.”

The three of them went to the living room, and Wen Ci glanced at the coffee table: “Let me make some tea for you first, take a seat.”

Jing Si: “No need, we’ll leave in a bit. Your husband… your roommate will be back soon.”

“Mung bean cakes taste better with tea, take your time.”

Wen Ci knew how to make tea. When he brought it over, his leg was inconvenient, and Jing Si helped a bit.

Jing Si rubbed his hands, clearly feeling very awkward: “Thank you very much.”

“You’re welcome…”

“I’m planning to divorce him.”

Wen Ci’s eyebrows twitched: “That’s fine, it’s good for you and the child.”

“Actually, it was only after I mentioned divorce today that he got angry.”

Wen Ci actually didn’t have much mediation ability. Whenever he saw Jing Si now, he thought of what Jiang Yufeng had said about him and his husband having a fight right at the door.

And where on earth did he give birth to a child? It was so amazing.

It was hard to bear to look at, but the other party was now talking about such a miserable thing.

Wen Ci suddenly slapped himself.

Jing Si: “!!!”

“Why did you hit yourself?”

Wen Ci’s force was just right, not hurting his brain: “It’s nothing, I just felt a bit dizzy from the carbohydrates.”

Jing Si stood up: “Then I won’t disturb you. Rest early. I’ll come to see you again next time.”

“Okay, okay.”

When Jiang Yufeng came back, he brought up Wen Ci’s luggage. He glanced at the table: “Has someone been here?”

“Yeah, Jing Si came by, and he even gave me the tiramisu he made for his husband.”

“Took advantage of my absence to come to you.” Jiang Yufeng’s expression was gloomy, remembering encountering Jing Si in the elevator downstairs, whose eyes were shifty.

Wen Ci: “?”

“What are you two playing at.” Jiang Yufeng glanced over the two cups of tea on the table, and the half-open mung bean cakes, “A delicate widow and a limping man?”

Wen Ci: “…………”

Wen Ci finished the remaining mung bean cakes and then opened his suitcase, taking out his pajamas. Finally, he didn’t have to wear pants that might fall off at any moment.

While tidying up, he found a string. It was really a string. At first, Wen Ci didn’t recognize it, but when he held it in his hand, he realized it was the thong that Lu Xuesong had given him…

Wen Ci looked at Jiang Yufeng behind him: “Why did you bring this?”

Jiang Yufeng had just put the teacup and the plate of mung bean cakes away. He looked at the item in Wen Ci’s hand and calmly said: “I saw it and put it in.”

“……I don’t usually wear this.”

“How would I know what you usually wear? You had it in your cabinet, I thought you liked it.”

Wen Ci: “……”

Jiang Yufeng: “Don’t you like it?”

Wen Ci felt the need to clarify: “Who would like it… and it’s so uncomfortable, it gets stuck in the butt crack!”

Jiang Yufeng indifferently said: “You’ve worn it.”

“……”

Wen Ci said: “I’m going to take a shower first.”

Saturday had been quite an eventful day, full of ups and downs. After a tiring day, it finally returned to tranquility.

Wen Ci sat on the bed, one foot on a low stool, and Jiang Yufeng squatted in front of him to change the dressing.

“Almost gone.”

Wen Ci looked down at his foot, which only had a small bruise left: “It’s so amazing. I’ll try walking tomorrow.”

“Mm.”

The phone was charging in front of him and vibrated a few times. Wen Ci couldn’t reach it: “Could you pass me the phone?”

Jiang Yufeng handed it over.

“Who is it?”

“Jing Si.”

[Jing Si: I’m planning to make sandwiches tomorrow. Shall I bring some for you?]

[Wen Ci: Is it also for your husband, and then for me?]

[Jing Si: No, he doesn’t deserve it.]

[Wen Ci: … No need, really.]

[Jing Si: It’s okay 🙂 ]

Wen Ci thought Jing Si was overly enthusiastic, which felt strangely off.

While Wen Ci was still pondering, he looked up to see Jiang Yufeng staring at him intently.

Um……

Jiang Yufeng said, “You two have a really good relationship. He gave you all the cakes he made for his husband. You’re almost becoming his husband.”

Wen Ci asked curiously, “……Is your logic always like this?”

“Depends on the person, not the situation.”

“……”

Wen Ci was lying in bed, so tired that his eyes were almost closed, but when he saw Jiang Yufeng come out after taking a shower, he still forced himself to keep his eyes open.

Jiang Yufeng liked to wear loose clothes. Normally at school, with a backpack on, it was hard to tell about his well-built body. Only when the clothes clung to his body as he walked could one feel the strength of his muscles.

Taking off his clothes made this more pronounced. Moreover, he usually dressed very neatly at school, appearing both refined and aloof, the epitome of a novel’s male lead.

So handsome……

Wen Ci was probably tired and fell asleep quickly. His current position was still safe while sleeping.

Jiang Yufeng lay on his side, propping his head up with one hand, watching him. In the night, desire began to surface uncontrollably.

A faint light from the window crept in through the curtain slits. With just a bit of illumination, Wen Ci’s collarbone was visible, his skin porcelain-like and tender.

Jiang Yufeng’s finger slowly glided up from the neckline, pausing briefly at the Adam’s apple, feeling Wen Ci’s throat roll. He caressed it with his fingertip for a moment.

Gradually, he reached the lips. Just by touching with his finger, one could tell how soft and warm the two plump lips were.

Perhaps sensing the foreign object, Wen Ci frowned slightly, pursed his lips, and Jiang Yufeng used his fingertip to pry them open. Wen Ci instinctively opened his mouth a bit, timidly sticking out his tongue to lick the foreign fingertip.

The hard finger, coated with saliva, was touched by something soft.

Jiang Yufeng’s Adam’s apple tightened inexplicably.

Wen Ci frowned in his sleep, finding no taste after licking, and wanted to turn his face away. Jiang Yufeng held his cheek.

Excess saliva flowed out. Wen Ci half-opened his eyes in the darkness, seeing Jiang Yufeng’s face looming over him.

Wen Ci opened his mouth to shout.

Jiang Yufeng promptly covered his mouth.

His large hand almost covered Wen Ci’s mouth and nose, leaving only a pair of bright, misty eyes, looking quite pitiful.

Jiang Yufeng leaned closer, his cold, thin lips touching the earlobe, and affectionately called out, “Xiao Yan.”

Wen Ci’s breathing was uneven, his eyes slightly moist.

“The ‘yan’ in ‘yi zheng yan ci.'”

Wen Ci’s eyes widened slightly as he looked at him.