CFL 36

Wen Ci quickly lowered his head, feeling that Jiang Yufeng’s expression just now seemed as if he wanted to devour him alive.

Although he remained as emotionally stable as any ordinary person, Wen Ci could still see the crazy side beneath the surface.

Yun Anhe had said that he had strong execution ability since childhood, saying to make money and making money, and also said that learning was already a relatively easy thing for him. Such a person is indeed very charming, but it is also difficult to deal with.

Wen Ci couldn’t imagine, including himself, who could make such a person fall into wild desire, as Jiang Yufeng said, losing the instinct of humanity and rushing around like a wild beast.

Wen Ci suppressed a faint fear and stuffed all the things into the small box… Speaking of which, why did he have to bring a small box? Wouldn’t a school bag do? It really wouldn’t, what could his small school bag hold? It seems that he needs to buy a larger school bag in the future.

Jiang Yufeng said: “Take mine with you too.”

Wen Ci turned his head and saw a few pieces of clothing: “Okay.”

Jiang Yufeng watched his back as he packed up, thought for a moment and squatted down together: “We will still sleep together tonight.”

Wen Ci made a loud noise, and it took a second to realize: “Uh… I know.”

This sleep is not that sleep, but it is very scary to hear it suddenly, especially with Jiang Yufeng’s deadpan face.

“Is it the same in the dormitory?”

Wen Ci frowned and asked: “How can we sleep together in the dormitory?”

As soon as he finished speaking, Wen Ci realized that he had been greatly deceived!

What a terrifying habit. In just two nights, he had begun to get used to sleeping with Jiang Yufeng. Wouldn’t it be more convenient in the future?

“Why can’t we sleep together in the dormitory? The bed board is thick. If not, I will add another board.”

“Then why don’t we live here?”

Jiang Yufeng’s face seemed to have a contemplative expression, and his eyes raised with a teasing meaning: “Changing the battlefield is also one of the interests. I haven’t tried it in the dormitory. There will be no chance after graduation.”

Wen Ci understood very well, because there were Lu Xuesong and Tao Peng as references: “There is not much to do in such a small space.”

“Do not underestimate your flexibility.” Jiang Yufeng’s emotions were hard to reach the bottom of his eyes, “Flexible brother.”

“…………”

On Monday, the class was adjusted to Tuesday, and there were two free classes in the morning of the second day. Jiang Yufeng suggested that it would be better to stay here for one night and go back the next morning. Wen Ci agreed, as he couldn’t find any point to refute.

When sleeping at night, Wen Ci couldn’t care about anything. He wanted to sleep soundly and sufficiently. When his limbs were agile, the word “peaceful” was completely eradicated from his mind. He tossed and turned. Seeing that Wen Ci was about to roll off the bed and was on the verge of falling, Jiang Yufeng directly took Wen Ci’s hand as a rope to hold his waist, letting Wen Ci tie himself to him.

Suddenly, Jiang Yufeng had a thought that even if they were closely combined now, when Wen Ci woke up, he would probably think that he had sat in himself.

But forget it, there is no fun.

The next morning, Wen Ci could walk normally, but it would still hurt if he walked fast. It takes a hundred days to heal the tendons and bones. In fact, he was more suitable for quiet recuperation, but it was not yet time to ask for leave. It can only be said that while young, the body is wantonly wasted.

They first returned to the dormitory. Lu Xuesong had already finished washing up and saw Wen Ci rush up: “Wow, wow, wow, I almost missed you to death in two days.”

Wen Ci shrugged and said in a low voice: “Don’t exaggerate, we didn’t see each other for six days last holiday.”

“That time is not the same as now, I love you deeply.”

Wen Ci’s back shuddered and looked at Jiang Yufeng, who was tidying up his clothes, and found that his expression was not unusual, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

“How is your foot?”

Wen Ci dared not twist casually: “It’s almost okay, not serious.”

“There is no way it can get better so quickly. How about I pack your meals for you? There are many people in the cafeteria, and it is easy to step on your feet.”

Lu Xuesong was considerate. Wen Ci pursed his lips and smiled beautifully: “I will see the situation, and I may trouble you later.”

“No need.”

Lu Xuesong turned around: “Who is speaking.”

He was still not very familiar with Jiang Yufeng’s voice.

Jiang Yufeng put the box under his own desk: “I will take him to eat, no need to trouble you.”

Lu Xuesong looked at him thoughtfully: “Okay.”

Wen Ci saw his small box under his desk, “My things are strange here, give them back to me.”

“I don’t mind.”

“I do mind…”

After Wen Ci spoke, there was silence. The two looked at each other, and the air flowed very naturally.

Wen Ci compromised first: “Okay.”

Jiang Yufeng tidied up the dust on the desktop, including Wen Ci’s, and extended an invitation: “Do you want to sleep together tonight?”

Wen Ci hurriedly shushed: “They are still here, can you be more tactful.”

Jiang Yufeng changed his words as he pleased, “Sorry, I have too much addiction. May I ask, can I sleep with you tonight?”

Wen Ci: “……”

Wen Ci came to his senses: “What addiction?”

“Your addiction.”

“……” Wen Ci’s eyes rolled, played a trick, and retaliated Jiang Yufeng for the nickname he gave him: “Brother Addiction, don’t be like this, there are other people in the dormitory.”

Jiang Yufeng smiled: “They are open in the dormitory, why do we have to have an affair.”

He wore a smile that didn’t reach his eyes, his eyes dark and lifeless. The backlight accentuated the sharpness and rigidity of his features, and an undercurrent of primal tension seemed to emanate from him.

Afraid, afraid, afraid.

Wen Ci had a conditioned reflex and was about to start getting angry again.

“You make it sound like we’re having an affair.”

Jiang Yufeng: “Aren’t we?”

“Alright… but can you tone it down a bit? Every time you look at me like that, I feel like you’re going to rape me.”

When Wen Ci said this, his expression was very sincere, his eyes wide open and bright, with a hint of pleading.

Jiang Yufeng wanted to kiss his eyes.

Just as he was about to speak, Lu Xuesong suddenly came out from inside: “Uh, we need to go to class. What are you guys doing?”

Jiang Yufeng spoke up: “You guys go ahead. Wen Ci needs to use the restroom.”

Lu Xuesong felt a bit disappointed that they couldn’t go together: “Alright then, I’ll save you guys a seat…”

After speaking, he confirmed: “You guys are sitting together, right?”

Jiang Yufeng hummed in agreement.

Once they left, Wen Ci looked puzzled: “I don’t need to use the restroom.”

Jiang Yufeng: “Then why didn’t you say so just now?”

Wen Ci was about to get angry again, speaking as if spitting out beads, biubiubiu: “Why am I always a step behind? It’s all your fault. You always say something shocking, and I can’t keep up with you. Plus, you’re so good-looking that I forget everything just by looking at you.”

The next second, Jiang Yufeng suddenly bent down, his face just inches away from Wen Ci’s, their breaths mingling.

Wen Ci’s focus was entirely on Jiang Yufeng, holding his breath and forgetting to blink, stammering: “Why did you suddenly get so close?”

Jiang Yufeng: “I want to kiss you, your eyes.”

Wen Ci immediately softened his breathing, letting out a puzzled “Ah,” and could only watch as Jiang Yufeng’s features drew nearer—deep eye sockets that made his eyebrows and eyes look delicate and three-dimensional, every line sharp and clear.

Because they were so close, Wen Ci could see the fine luster of Jiang Yufeng’s skin, the sensation of his prominent nose brushing against his, the thin lips pursed and cool to the touch.

Wen Ci closed his eyes, feeling a gentle touch land on his eyelids, like a dragonfly skimming the water, a wave passing through him, easily contained in that feather-light kiss.

Wen Ci bit the soft flesh inside his mouth, “It tickles.”

“Me too.”

…

Wen Ci felt the alternating cold and heat within Jiang Yufeng—his lips were cool, but his words were warm, his body temperature a bit warm, yet his hands were cool. This complex and intense contradiction, tinged with a sense of plunder, made Wen Ci’s scalp tingle instantly.

Wen Ci’s mind went blank: “We’re going to be late for class.”

Jiang Yufeng wasn’t worried at all: “Aren’t you going to kiss me back?”

“Why should I?”

“Courtesy calls for reciprocity.”

Wen Ci hesitated, and Jiang Yufeng looked at him thoughtfully: “Never mind, I’ll save it up.”

“??” Alright, he was lost again.

As they were getting ready to leave, Wen Ci hesitated for a moment, then tiptoed and stretched his neck to peck Jiang Yufeng on the corner of his eye. Because the position was a bit awkward, he let out a soft “hmm” at the end, sounding a bit coy.

“I think it’s better not to owe you too much,” Wen Ci said slowly as he put on his hat. The wind had turned cold recently.

Missing Jiang Yufeng’s focused, devouring gaze, Wen Ci walked ahead with his head down.

The first-year architecture theory classes were quite intensive, with a full schedule from Monday to Friday. This was the adjusted timetable, not including physical education and electives, and sometimes evening classes were necessary.

Wen Ci would work hard in this area because he wanted to graduate, to make money, and to ease the burden on his family.

He carried the hopes of the entire village on his shoulders!

Once immersed in the ocean of knowledge, time slipped through his fingers like sand, and before he knew it, it was already noon.

Jiang Yufeng’s phone had many messages that he hadn’t replied to. He said to Wen Ci, “Let’s go to my place for lunch. I’ll cook for you. What would you like to eat?”

Since their classroom was in Building One, close to the school gate, while their dormitory building was far away near the administrative building, it seemed more convenient to go to the neighborhood across the school.

“Your foot is not convenient, and the cafeteria is crowded. It’s indeed not convenient. Let me cook for you,” Jiang Yufeng said.

Wen Ci had stayed at his place for two days and hadn’t eaten his cooking yet. “Can you really cook?”

“How could I starve you to death?”

“…”

“Moreover, I happen to need a new hobby to distract me from always thinking about other things. Besides, cooking is the best pleasure in controlling the fire.”

Mastering the heat and the duration of cooking was all up to him, which was quite interesting.

Wen Ci: “…”

Jiang Yufeng: “I’m going to make a phone call. You tidy up your books first. We’ll leave in three minutes.”

After he left, Tao Peng stood by and suddenly said, “Are those two dating?”

Lu Xuesong realized something: “…Could it be…”

Tao Peng knew his boyfriend very well: “Have they slept together?”

Lu Xuesong pursed his lips and then raised his chin: “I’m not envious at all.”

Tao Peng laughed and followed him.

The promised three minutes were exactly that—no more, no less. Jiang Yufeng, carrying Wen Ci’s small school bag, walked out of the school gate.

The first class in the afternoon started at one o’clock, and it was already twelve. Of course, with such a tight schedule, taking a nap was not very realistic. It could only be said that fortunately, they had gone to bed early last night, and now they were still in good spirits.

Wen Ci walked slowly, and Jiang Yufeng slowed his pace to match hers.

Wen Ci asked, “Since that’s the case, you don’t necessarily have to move back to the dormitory. The neighborhood is quite convenient.”

“Interest,” Jiang Yufeng said, “I’ve only seen this kind of thing in words, pictures, or videos. But talking is cheap. I’m still young and believe in learning by doing.”

…

On the way, Jiang Yufeng chose to buy groceries online to save time: “What would you like to eat? I remember you’re from District C, where the tea is quite famous. Your taste is on the sweet side. How about a small cake after dinner? I’ll learn this in the future.”

“…” A gentle stream flowed through Wen Ci’s heart, like a smooth stone washed by spring water for a long time. He felt a bit touched.

When they got home, Jiang Yufeng turned his face and said, “A thousand-layer cake, what kind of fruit, it should be durian, or chestnut cream cake.”

Wen Ci’s heart skipped a beat, and he blushed, saying softly, “Durian.”

Wen Ci couldn’t help but ask, “Do you know my taste?”

“Since we’ve slept together, how could I not know? I can even guess it.”

“…………”

What kind of logic is this!

Time was limited, and they couldn’t make anything too delicious. Stir-fried green peppers with minced pork, corn and winter melon soup with eggs, a simple meal.

After eating and drinking his fill, Wen Ci put down his chopsticks and suddenly felt very satisfied. He looked at Jiang Yufeng standing by the window, listening to a phone call, his eyebrows and eyes lowered, gazing into the distance at the leisurely scenery outside.

Actually, Wen Ci seemed to have never seen Jiang Yufeng truly happy. Most of the time, he was suppressed and gloomy, and occasionally his smile was terrifying.

Has he ever been happy?

This seems like a silly question.

But Wen Ci felt it was quite important.

After Jiang Yufeng finished the phone call, there was still some time left. He asked Wen Ci if he wanted to take a nap.

Wen Ci shook his head. He couldn’t sleep for long, and waking up ten minutes later would be very painful.

Wen Ci wanted to understand him better: “Did you always work so hard to make money when you were younger?”

Jiang Yufeng moved to sit beside him: “Do you know the saying, ‘Poverty is no disgrace, but prostitution is’?”

Wen Ci blinked.

“Poor is the original sin,” Jiang Yufeng’s voice was deep, and Wen Ci saw that suppressed emotion on his face again.

Jiang Yufeng had everything he had now, built on years of fearless attempts and a strict working style.

“Making money is not easy, but it’s the only choice I have, so I have to do it to the extreme,” Jiang Yufeng suddenly sneered, “I was forced into this from the beginning, and now I’m just used to it.”

Wen Ci asked, “What about the rest? Did you neglect other things?”

Jiang Yufeng’s eyes darkened: “Restraint.”

“All the things you want, you must restrain yourself, not to be overwhelmed, otherwise it will be irretrievable.”

Wen Ci swallowed, suddenly feeling he shouldn’t ask further.

Jiang Yufeng’s expression was restrained. He held Wen Ci’s hand and said softly, “Sometimes I’m also worried that I might scare you, so you have to be good.”

“I’m easy to please, Wen Ci.”

“Just being with you is enough.”

Wen Ci felt like he was about to get angry. It was a spontaneous, conditioned, uncontrollable reaction of his body.

“Actually…” Wen Ci’s eyes were wide open, touching Jiang Yufeng’s hair gently with a mix of fear and tenderness, “you can be good too.”

Jiang Yufeng stared for a long time, and finally pursed his lips and smiled: “Okay.”

Wen Ci felt that his smile was not so terrifying now.

Jiang Yufeng smiled again: “You’d better not look at me like you’re looking at a pet, or you’ll get punished.”

There it was again, the insincere smile.

Wen Ci clarified: “… I didn’t treat you like a dog.”

Jiang Yufeng’s gaze was deep: “It’s good. I also think I’m quite dog-like.”

Wen Ci couldn’t try to understand this pervert’s way of thinking. He lowered his eyes and touched his thigh with his knee: “Jiang Yufeng, I’m sleepy.”

“You didn’t want to sleep just now.”

Wen Ci had a big problem—carbohydrate dizziness. After eating and drinking his fill, he wanted to sleep, so he didn’t have abs. But because he was thin enough, he didn’t have a belly.

The afternoon class was a general course. They started to present their PPT results. Their group drew the fifth number in the lottery, a middle position, which was not bad either.

All the group members’ PPTs were themed around smiling and observing the small beauties of the world. Wen Ci tilted his head, listening in a drowsy manner.

Lu Xuesong was a bit nervous instead because he would give a speech on stage later.

“Wow, who wrote this adjective?”

“Wow, who wrote this summary?”

“Wow, who took this picture?”

“Wow, in this final group photo, all four of us look so handsome.”

Sha Zhengyi: “Are you crazy!”

Lu Xuesong covered his eyes: “I’m going to die of sleepiness. So nervous, what if I make a mistake, the parrot’s photo wasn’t deleted.”

Sha Zhengyi: “Who is the parrot?”

“Rong Yingwu.”

That day, they happened to catch him cheating on his partner. Lu Xuesong felt a bit regretful: “His boyfriend wasn’t there, no spirit.”

“When it spreads from our class, do you think people from other classes won’t know? You might even debut on the forum,” Sha Zhengyi said with a smile, “Have some gossip, and you’ll be more spirited.”

Lu Xuesong did feel a bit more spirited: “What gossip, recently it’s just… um…”

Lu Xuesong gestured towards Wen Ci and Jiang Yufeng, and Sha Zhengyi: “…”

Sha Zhengyi didn’t expect that they were really together, but they didn’t seem like it in daily life. It should be fine, right?

Sha Zhengyi said, “It’s not that. Do you remember the last online relationship, at Zhou Yan’s gathering?”

“You mean the one between the School of Economics and Management and our Architecture Department?” Lu Xuesong was puzzled, “What about it?”

“They broke up.”

Wen Ci suddenly felt curious. They actually broke up—an online relationship ended. It was a bit like theirs… His head was suddenly pressed down, and Wen Ci looked over with a sense of grievance, his neck hunched up.

Jiang Yufeng: “Don’t think about what you shouldn’t.”

Sha Zhengyi pulled up a screenshot of a gossip group: “Here.”

Lu Xuesong was extremely excited, and he instantly perked up from being on the brink of death: “Pull me in, pull me in, I want to gossip!!!”

The screenshot was a conversation between them.

It turned out that the one from the School of Economics and Management had once posted a thread asking for help, titled, “Should I continue with such a boyfriend?”

Below were the screenshots.

[School of Economics and Management A: Have you ever respected me!]

[School of Economics and Management A: You spend all day drawing.]

[School of Economics and Management A: Whenever I ask you out, you say you have club activities.]

[School of Economics and Management A: You don’t care when I’m sad.]

[School of Economics and Management A: Do you have that many drawings to do?!]

[School of Economics and Management A: You don’t reply to me, are you drawing again?!]

[School of Economics and Management A: Don’t tell me you have to submit your drawings. Just hurry up and submit them!]

A few minutes later.

[Architecture B: Not drawing.]

[Architecture B: I’m modeling.]

After finishing eating, Wen Ci was stunned. What should he do? He suddenly felt it was very realistic!

“Is it really that busy in the second year?”

Lu Xuesong dismissed it: “Are we architects human? Aren’t we dogs? Otherwise, where does the term ‘architecture dog’ come from?”

Wen Ci glanced at Jiang Yufeng for no reason.

Jiang Yufeng looked over, nonchalantly saying, “We’re in the same class. I can kiss you while drawing.”

Wen Ci: “…”

He really wanted to slap Jiang Yufeng’s mouth shut.

Soon it was their group’s turn to present on stage. Lu Xuesong performed normally, turning his initial nervousness into motivation. The layout was handled by Wen Ci, and the text had been revised by Jiang Yufeng. Everything went smoothly.

Until the two pictures of Rong Yingwu appeared, causing many in the class to exclaim in surprise, the noise rising and falling continuously in the classroom.

Wen Ci was puzzled: “Why is it a picture of Rong Yingwu kissing? I remember it wasn’t this one.”

Jiang Yufeng smiled: “To highlight the true meaning of the world’s beauty, I changed it.”

Wen Ci: “…”

Didn’t you just stir up more trouble?

Sha Zhengyi quickly took out his phone: “Damn, this is going to be interesting. I remember Rong Yingwu’s boyfriend was a campus heartthrob, who had been paired with Yu Bin. His name was Zhou something.”

Why is Yu Bin everywhere?

Wen Ci was twirling his pen, and it fell, but he kept the posture of twirling the pen. Jiang Yufeng kindly suspended the pen back in his hand.

Wen Ci: “Thank you.”

Jiang Yufeng: “You’re welcome.”

After a whole afternoon of classes, Wen Ci’s foot had been covered the whole time. The piercing cold made Wen Ci’s foot ache slightly, and he walked a bit slower.

Wen Ci pursed his lips: “I’m not hungry. You guys go eat first.”

Lu Xuesong, walking in front, turned around and leaned in: “What’s wrong? You look really pale.”

Jiang Yufeng’s hand rested on Wen Ci’s shoulder: “It’s probably the foot pain. I’ll take him to the infirmary to have a look.”

Lu Xuesong blinked: “Alright, then Jiang, you’re in charge. Give me a call if you need anything.”

Jiang Yufeng: “Okay.”

The two slowly made their way to the infirmary, only to receive a bottle of liniment for bruises and swelling. Since Wen Ci’s injury wasn’t severe, it was just that the weather made it hard to fully heal. His foot was cold, and the blood wasn’t circulating well.

The infirmary teacher said to rub it until it’s warm, and then the effect would be better.

Wen Ci said: “You go eat first. I’ll go back to the dormitory by myself.”

“Accompany you,” Jiang Yufeng patted his back gently: “Don’t be stubborn.”

抱歉，之前的翻译有误。正确的翻译应该是：

A joke suddenly popped into Wen Ci’s mind: “Because my ‘strength’ has arrived?”

Jiang Yufeng: “Hm?”

The dormitory conditions were limited. Wen Ci’s foot could only be placed between Jiang Yufeng’s parted thighs, resting on a chair.

Rubbing the liniment took longer than bandaging, and it was a bit more painful.

Wen Ci sighed, relaxed a bit, and then was pained by Jiang Yufeng’s forceful rub on the wound, letting out a nasal hum, the ending sound sticky.

He didn’t dare to resist because it was for applying medicine.

Wen Ci became like overcooked noodles hanging on the chair, not noticing his foot slowly moving forward, making the maintained position start to stiffen, with a cramping sensation in his calf muscles.

He felt something was wrong and tried to sit up straight by holding his waist, but subconsciously stretched, kicking Jiang Yufeng in the middle with his foot.

The touch under his foot was scorching hot, with a very obvious foreign sensation, and it seemed to be expanding.

Wen Ci hastily pulled back his foot, but it was caught by Jiang Yufeng, his voice husky: “Don’t move around.”

A faint pink appeared on Wen Ci’s earlobes, his eyes flickering: “I’m sorry, my foot is out of control…”

He didn’t know why Jiang Yufeng still held his foot on that spot. Wen Ci was a bit afraid that he would just wilt: “Are you okay? Does it hurt?”

Jiang Yufeng’s eyes were deep, the intention to vent too obvious, but he quickly calmed down and smiled faintly: “Step harder, it doesn’t matter if it hurts me.”