CFL 62

Wen Ci only dared to open the door a crack, his eyes scanning the room environment like a searchlight.

Due to the meeting, Jiang Yufeng changed into a black shirt on the upper body, unbuttoning one button. His gaze glanced over and fell on Wen Ci, looking impure, appearing tall and refined, yet beastly.

Wen Ci, with a slender figure, slipped in and quickly pressed against the door panel.

Jiang Yufeng raised his head and beckoned to Wen Ci: “What are you standing there for, silly?”

Wen Ci lifted his foot and walked over, his movements mechanical, cautiously glancing at the screen, which was black. Then his sight returned to Jiang Yufeng, his heart pounding, staring at Jiang Yufeng as if he had lost his soul.

Jiang Yufeng grabbed his waist and held him on his thigh: “What are you doing, didn’t you say you wanted to kiss me?”

“This look of yours is rare, I want to take a few more looks.” Wen Ci felt that he now had the casual and lazy mature man’s temperament that he had fantasized about before, the elite image.

But Jiang Yufeng is only twenty years old this year, at the age of exuberant vitality, with a deep mind, not like a college student.

He is changeable, but no matter what kind he is, Wen Ci likes him very much.

Jiang Yufeng moved the corner of his mouth and pressed on the back of his head: “Give me a blowjob.”

Wen Ci’s lips were pecked, blushing and asked: “We have already kissed, why are you so lustful… not at all restrained.”

“The tasks next semester are heavy, and the start of school is getting closer. It’s not excessive to get a little benefit in advance.” Jiang Yufeng spoke nonchalantly, and his hands were still restless.

Wen Ci’s buttocks were held in his hand and pinched a few times.

The space under the desk was large, and Wen Ci struggled to unbutton him, his fingers hooked and pulled down, the hot breath sprayed on his face.

Wen Ci paused, he pursed his lips, not very proficient, and his mouth couldn’t open that wide.

Wen Ci looked up, looking at Jiang Yufeng from a bottom-up angle, wearing a well-tailored black shirt on the upper body, but the lower body was bare…

Wen Ci actually quite liked this kind of contrast… he just thought of being…

Jiang Yufeng’s expression was indifferent, only his eyes were dim and lifeless, he pressed on the back of Wen Ci’s head: “If it’s not possible, just spit it out.”

The computer below flashed, and Jiang Yufeng turned it on, Yun Anhe’s voice came out unexpectedly.

“Send me a copy after you write down what I just said. I was too sleepy just now, and I don’t know what I wrote. I can’t even understand it myself.”

Jiang Yufeng hissed, squeezed Wen Ci’s face, and lifted his chin: “Bitten, the injured one is you.”

Wen Ci’s lips were like rouge, bright red, and he complained in a low voice: “I was just scared to death…”

“It’s just a voice.”

Wen Ci’s technique was not very mature, and his teeth always knocked together, which was both pleasant and painful.

Jiang Yufeng held his hand on the table and pulled down his pants to check for a moment. Jiang Yufeng used his finger to pick open the position of the wound, and Wen Ci gritted his teeth and shrank.

Jiang Yufeng curled his lips: “Isn’t it still painful?”

Wen Ci thought to himself that he sucked it himself, what does it have to do with him.

Jiang Yufeng slapped his buttocks, leaving a light red mark.

Last night was too fierce, completely merciless, and did not leave room for today. If it couldn’t be done at all, Jiang Yufeng helped him put on his pants.

Wen Ci was not willing to let it go like this, tore open his collar, and left his own bite marks under Jiang Yufeng’s collarbone. Jiang Yufeng pressed on the back of his head and let him kiss enough.

“Is that person on Weibo you, how did you find me.”

“Search for it.” Jiang Yufeng didn’t know his account, but it was quite easy to search, mainly the content, it couldn’t be hidden.

“If I hadn’t found out, you wouldn’t tell me, would you?”

“Would you not find out?”

Wen Ci was stunned, colliding with his dark and lifeless eyes, reflecting his own face.

Jiang Yufeng lowered his head, affectionately murmuring by his lips: “You won’t.”

Wen Ci closed his eyes completely, leaned up and opened his mouth, letting the other party attack, the tongues entwined with each other, the saliva that couldn’t be swallowed in time was sticky and dripping down.

Wen Ci had already bought the ticket back to District C in advance, counted the days, and found that there were still five days before he went home.

He bought a night ticket just to be able to stay one more day.

These two nights they slept together, very carefree, Wen Ci has been posting diaries on Big Eyes for several days, and the first one to like it must be ivw.

Of course he will also comment.

For example, yesterday he commented on the sweet and sour pork ribs, thinking that the sauce was not sweet enough, and the taste was not the same as before.

ivw: Do you want to have cavities?

But later Wen Ci knew that Zhao Shuran didn’t like to eat too sweet, so every time after the meal, Jiang Yufeng would give him candy to eat.

Or about the date of the ticket, morning, noon, evening.

ivw: Morning.

Wen Ci was simply a big question mark, rushed to him and asked: “Why?”

“I mean the next morning.”

Wen Ci immediately pouted: “No way, I told my mom, and you are leaving soon too.”

The next morning, Wen Ci found that there was no one beside the bed, it was like this these two days, Jiang Yufeng was forced to get up early because of work, Wen Ci didn’t want to do anything else, just linger, occasionally brush the class group dynamics, the tutor’s reminders and so on.

There is well water in the backyard, Wen Ci likes to be there, although it is cold, but the cold water splashes on the face, there is a special taste…

But before he walked over, he heard the fragmented conversation, Wen Ci leaned against the wall and stealthily took a glance., and found that Jiang Yufeng and Zhao Shuran were chatting.

Jiang Yufeng watered the flowers with one hand in his pocket, Wen Ci looked closely, aren’t those fake flowers?

Wen Ci: What kind of artistic behavior is this.

Zhao Shuran was eating pastries on the side: “Why don’t you rest more, do you have something on your mind, every time it’s this day, you love to get busy.”

Wen Ci was just about to turn around and leave, hearing these words, very unkindly squatted in the corner, drawing circles on the ground.

Jiang Yufeng did not move an inch.

Zhao Shuran continued: “Don’t you plan to tell Wen Ci?”

Jiang Yufeng finally had a little reaction: “Talk about it on that day, I don’t want him to worry too much.”

Wen Ci has a delicate mind and is easy to think too much. If he knows, he is likely to cry.

Thinking of this, he curled his lips.

Zhao Shuran asked him: “Do you plan to say it on your father’s anniversary, and take Wen Ci with you?”

Jiang Yufeng: “Take him to meet.”

Zhao Shuran tilted her head and smiled slightly.

Wen Ci was slightly stunned, quietly left,pacing back and forth at the door, and finally sent a message to Jiang Yufeng saying that he was going out to buy something.

Jiang Yufeng sent several question marks, Wen Ci’s hands were cold, and he typed slowly. He was trembling and had just finished half a line of words in the chat box when WeChat jumped to a voice call.

Jiang Yufeng: “Where are you?”

“Ah, just went out…”

“Why didn’t you tell me, I’ll come and find you.”

“No need, I’ll be back in a while, you do your own thing.” Wen Ci’s tone was embarrassed, Walking aimlessly with his hands in his pockets.

Jiang Yufeng was silent on the other end.

Wen Ci asked uneasily: “Xiaoyu?”

Jiang Yufeng’s voice on the other side was slightly low: “Come back early, if you’re tired I can pick you up, don’t go too far.”

“Okay.”

Wen Ci hung up the phone, actually he didn’t want to buy anything, just thinking about their conversation, it turned out that these two days were Jiang Yufeng’s father’s anniversary…

But specifically which day, Wen Ci also didn’t know.

Suddenly feeling agitated, so he ran out.

If he asked Xiaoyu like this, wouldn’t it prove that he was just eavesdropping, which was not good.

Although he subconsciously knew that he wouldn’t be angry, but… Wen Ci felt it was still not good, eh, where was it not good, he could also be willful in front of Xiaoyu.

Wen Ci walked with his hands behind his back, kicking small stones under the shade of the tree, and his vision unexpectedly appeared a pair of lovely fluffy boots, Wen Ci’s vision slowly went up.

Mei Xinyuan greeted him: “Little Wen Ci, why are you here alone, where is Jiang Yufeng, aren’t you two always inseparable.”

Wen Ci said: “Sister Xin, Jiang Yufeng is busy, I came out to walk by myself.”

“Is that so, you seem to have something on your mind, I just happen to go to the supermarket to stock up, together?”

Wen Ci didn’t refuse, Mei Xinyuan should know a lot of things: “Okay.”

Mei Xinyuan was buying snacks, but she was picky, not touching fried food, not touching sweet and greasy food, just buying water to drink, and some lozenges, Wen Ci helped her push the cart and followed, absent-minded, not saying a word, looking downcast.

Mei Xinyuan is not blind, “You wouldn’t be unhappy because tomorrow is Jiang Yufeng’s father’s anniversary, so you are so unhappy, in theory, you should not come out now, but stay at home with him.”

Wen Ci was slightly stunned “I don’t know.”

Mei Xinyuan turned her head to look at him: “Huh?”

“He didn’t tell me, I don’t know.” Wen Ci slightly lowered his eyes, after half a second of eye contact with Mei Xinyuan, his eyelids drooped, “I don’t know, he didn’t tell me, but…”

Wen Ci swallowed guiltily: “I overheard.”

Mei Xinyuan narrowed her eyes, oh, still a child who feels guilty because of overhearing others’ secrets… so cute.

Jiang Yufeng has had more mind than pitaya seeds since he was a child, and I don’t know how these two people got together.

Little Wen Ci might have been cheated online.

Mei Xinyuan: “So you want to ask me.”

Wen Ci nodded.

“Why don’t you ask him, it seems that it’s not good for me to say about Jiang Yufeng’s affairs.”

“I…” Wen Ci held his breath for a while, tearfully looking at Mei Xinyuan, “Because I overheard, I dare not.”

“Hahaha, you are so cute.”

Mei Xinyuan restrained her tone: “I don’t think there is much to say, his father died in a traffic accident, it happened very unexpectedly, the harder part is that not long after the uncle died, the aunt had problems, that period was quite overwhelming, almost emptied the family’s money, almost sold the grocery store, but later Jiang Yufeng took it all on himself, at such a young age, he was particularly able to endure hardships.”

Wen Ci was very bewildered, he had not experienced others’ affairs, so he could not empathize from Jiang Yufeng’s perspective, he only felt heartache, but had no concept at all: “How to bear it?”

“Doing part-time jobs, often skipping classes to earn extra money, but it’s not easy to earn, after all, he is a minor, later I took him to play dubbing, not much earned, but relatively easy.”

Speaking of this, Mei Xinyuan was very regretful: “I always wanted Jiang Yufeng to continue, I took him into the studio, but this guy is very enthusiastic about learning everything, but soon loses interest, three minutes of enthusiasm, and then goes to do something like mural, but because the cost is too high, he gave up again, he has tried everything, can’t calm down.”

“However, Auntie is very worried that he will neglect his studies if he continues like this, and often asks me to bring him back. How could I possibly do that? She really overestimates me. Moreover, I’m not just dealing with one person; Yun Anhe is also causing trouble with him.”

“We all have an unspoken understanding and rarely mention his father in front of Jiang Yufeng, as it hurts him quite a lot,” Mei Xinyuan said. “And although Auntie is fine now, we don’t know if she will relapse in the future.”

After hearing this, Wen Ci felt even more disheartened. Xiaoyu had never told him these things.

As they exited the supermarket, Mei Xinyuan took her bag back from Wen Ci: “So you should hurry home, no need to accompany me.”

Wen Ci firmly held on: “No, I’ll see you home. It’s not far anyway, it’s only right.”

Mei Xinyuan’s home was just across the street from Jiang Yufeng’s, not very far. However, when Jiang Yufeng was about to come out to look for someone, he saw the two of them chatting and laughing as they passed in front of him, which made the scene quite dramatic.

Jiang Yufeng leaned against the door, watching Wen Ci directly bypass his home: “You’re already home, where are you going next?”

Wen Ci was startled and looked over: “Xiaoyu!”

Mei Xinyuan: “Who is Xiaoyu?”

Jiang Yufeng walked down the steps, returned the bag to Mei Xinyuan, and then took Wen Ci’s hand to go inside. Wen Ci twisted his body to greet Mei Xinyuan.

It had been less than an hour since they left, and Jiang Yufeng was already coming out to catch someone. Wen Ci looked at his expression, which was no different from usual.

“Did you say you were going out with Mei Xinyuan?”

He was questioning her, but Wen Ci didn’t understand why she couldn’t go out with others: “I ran into her on the way…”

“I just watered the flowers and found some messy little circles in the corner, suspecting they were left by a pig.”

“Pig?” Wen Ci thought to herself, didn’t she do that?

“Where do we keep pigs in our house?”

At this moment, the living room was empty, Zhao Shuran had gone to the grocery store, and the house was empty, with the occasional wind passing by.

The heater was not turned on, and speaking sprayed white mist. Wen Ci looked at him with bright eyes.

Jiang Yufeng stood in front of him: “Tomorrow I’ll take you to see my dad. There’s no need to buy anything. Visiting the grave is very casual. Just say a few words. He used to be a very simple person.”

Wen Ci’s eyes twinkled, and the frequency of her blinking increased.

Jiang Yufeng wiped the corner of her eye in advance, soft and slightly moist: “What’s there to cry about…”

“Ah, what should I wear tomorrow? Why didn’t you tell me in advance? I need to dress properly. It’s my first time meeting your dad, and I’m nervous.”

Jiang Yufeng: “I wanted to tell you, but didn’t you run away? Where did you run to, and why didn’t you come to ask me…”

Wen Ci’s face was pinched by him, not hurting, just a light tug, and he quickly let go: “Will Auntie also go?”

“Go separately. My mom is more sentimental. She is shy and doesn’t want me to see.”

Wen Ci curiously stepped forward: “Will you cry?”

“It’s not the first time, I won’t.” Jiang Yufeng rubbed his earlobe.

Zhao Shuran won’t be back for dinner. She simply solved it with the college students at the grocery store and played a few rounds of online mahjong with Xin Jingqi.

There were still only the two of them at home. Jiang Yufeng pushed tonight’s work and accompanied him to browse the nearby imported small supermarket.

Wen Ci had been there during the day. He didn’t need to buy anything and just followed Jiang Yufeng’s leisurely pace calmly.

The imported goods that passed the customs were basically priced higher, with flashy packaging, a bunch of English labels, and then pasted with Chinese labels. Wen Ci picked and chose, and finally bought a box of mint candy.

He walked to Jiang Yufeng with the candy: “What do you want to buy?”

Jiang Yufeng: “Just take a look.”

Wen Ci thought he just wanted to wander around and didn’t ask more. He followed him around half a circle, and finally Jiang Yufeng walked to the checkout counter and picked two boxes of condoms.

Wen Ci’s face turned red with embarrassment, feeling extremely awkward and ashamed. She quietly moved a few steps away from him and was pulled back by Jiang Yufeng.

The cashier was stunned, glancing between the two of them, probably realizing something, and smiled down.

“If you are a member here, we have a discount offer for buying three boxes, which is very cost-effective.”

Jiang Yufeng calmly took out his membership code: “Three boxes.”

The cashier smiled even happier: “Thank you.”

Wen Ci lowered her head, pulled her scarf up to cover her face, and revealed a pair of half-drooping eyes. She really couldn’t bear to look, really…

Three boxes couldn’t possibly be used up.

After checking out and coming out, Wen Ci didn’t lower her scarf. Jiang Yufeng stared at her and couldn’t help kissing her through the scarf, calmly asking: “What are you embarrassed about, haven’t you seen it before?”

Wen Ci was so ashamed that she couldn’t speak clearly: “I’ve seen it, but not in this kind of place. How can you do this? How can three boxes be used up?”

“Take the leftovers with you.”

Wen Ci walked a few steps, suddenly stopped, and tugged at Jiang Yufeng’s sweater.

Jiang Yufeng turned his head and saw Wen Ci’s shy face, hearing the other party say in a low voice: “Actually, I don’t mind if you ejaculate inside me directly.”

Jiang Yufeng put his hand in his pocket without separating it, “Let’s go home first.”

Jiang Yufeng had tried it before, but it took some effort to take it out, and because it was deep, it was quite filling.

It was still more hygienic with a condom.

The sensation of flesh against flesh, separated by a thin membrane, indeed somewhat mars the mood.

But he didn’t plan to do it tonight, because that day was too fierce, with the cat tail and Jiang Yufeng’s… intertwined and rubbed against each other. Although Wen Ci clearly said it was not swollen, he showed his ability to come in with his buttocks sticking out.

Thinking of this, Jiang Yufeng felt an urge to pinch Wen Ci, to mingle him into his very bones.

Unexpectedly, when he got home, he found someone waiting at the door, a distant relative of Jiang Yufeng, who should be called uncle by Jiang Yufeng according to the rules.

Since Jiang Yufeng’s father died, the uncle had distanced himself from their family. Although they lived nearby, they wouldn’t meet even during the New Year.

The uncle first gave a gift, looked at Wen Ci, and then at Jiang Yufeng: “Tomorrow is your father’s anniversary. I came to give some things.”

Jiang Yufeng took it and put it on the ground: “Is there anything else?”

Seeing Jiang Yufeng’s very impolite manner, Wen Ci’s intuition told him that this uncle was not a good person.

He listened on the side, and it was nothing more than the uncle’s son graduating this year and looking for a job everywhere. He heard that Yun Anhe’s company was recruiting and wanted to get in as an intern through connections.

Wen Ci glanced at Jiang Yufeng and found him very indifferent: “You can discuss it with him. The company is not under my control.”

The uncle said slightly embarrassedly: “I know that, but you are familiar with him…”

Jiang Yufeng smiled faintly: “I’m not very familiar with you. I’ve received the gift. I’ll thank your father on behalf of my father.”

After entering the door and isolating the person outside, Wen Ci spoke in a low voice: “I thought you would throw his gift back.”

“My father used to have a good relationship with him. There’s no need to let him know about the current troubles. He will definitely send it, and my father should be happy.”

Wen Ci: “Then why did it suddenly become like this?”

“Afraid we would ask him for money.”

Wen Ci felt very uncomfortable in his heart: “You must have had a hard time during that period.”

Jiang Yufeng didn’t easily say the word “hard,” nor did he like to show his vulnerable side to others, but he liked the look of Wen Ci feeling sorry for him.

“Yes, it was hard.”

As a result, Wen Ci felt even more uncomfortable in his heart. As soon as he entered the room, tears fell in large droplets. Jiang Yufeng helped him wipe them off, pulled down his scarf, and saw Wen Ci crying even louder.

“About to become a crying pig.”

Wen Ci pouted and cried while refuting him: “Not at all.”

“I just feel sorry for you.” Wen Ci hugged him and wiped all the tears on his sweater.

Jiang Yufeng held him, “I don’t feel hard at all.”

Wen Ci kissed Jiang Yufeng’s forehead, eyebrows, eyes, lingered on his nose, and finally stayed on his lips, pausing, affectionately lingered at the corner of his lips, circled his neck, eyes as if washed by water, bright and shiny: “If you want to cry, my shoulder can be lent to you.”

The room was very quiet, with no one at home, as if the whole world only had them.

Jiang Yufeng raised his hand and held Wen Ci’s face in his palm.

“Don’t want to cry, want to sleep with you.”

Wen Ci didn’t react for a while.

Jiang Yufeng’s reaction to the body was very honest, and the way to express love for a person was always the body reacting first.

Jiang Yufeng took out a string of beads from somewhere: “Do you want to try to put a few in yourself?”

“…” Wen Ci angrily threw herself at him, “What are you doing, you are really lustful.”

Jiang Yufeng came around from behind, wrapped around Wen Ci’s chest, and the cold and wet breath licked her fair neck.

“You just like me like this.”

The beads were placed on the side, Jiang Yufeng held the person in his arms. Because she had just cried, her eyes were moist, her eyelashes shimmered, her eyes were red, and her whole body was covered with a layer of sweat.

Wen Ci’s eyes were tearful, flowing down, and she said breathlessly, “I’m not comfortable.”

Jiang Yufeng covered her mouth, reached out and helped her masturbate.