CFL 15

After returning from the cafeteria, Wen Ci finally turned on his phone and saw the message from his senior.

[W: Of course I am.]

[Yf: So the dress is only for me to see.]

[W: Sure, it is.]

As long as you give me some sweetness, that’s all I need.

Wen Ci was easily satisfied, and he wanted it to be big.

Wen Ci suddenly realized that his senior particularly liked to emphasize uniqueness and exclusivity.

He appropriately acted cute.

[W: Just for you (red heart)]

[Yf: I want to hear you say “senior.”]

Wen Ci was momentarily confused. Ahh, was this an invitation for a voice call?

But there were people in the dormitory, which was very inconvenient.

[W: Can we do it next time?]

[Yf: How long is next time?]

Wen Ci bit his lip, holding his phone and thinking for a long time, so long that he didn’t know what to send.

[Yf: Then let’s count this as one.]

[W: Count what?]

[Yf: One time you rejected me, which might come in handy later.]

Wen Ci looked at this message, his eyelids suddenly twitched, but it was just a fleeting feeling. He took it as a bit of fun and didn’t think much further.

[W: Then you count it~]

[W: You can do anything.]

Through the screen, Wen Ci felt bolder to say things, and he could respond to anything. If these words were in reality, he would never be able to say them out loud.

Can we meet soon? His reserve was about to give way.

Although if he wanted it quickly, he could just hook up, but Wen Ci wanted to build a long-term relationship. That’s when it would be the most satisfying.

He suddenly remembered what Lu Xuesong said about being sexually indifferent. Wen Ci picked up his phone again and typed a line.

[W: Does looking at my photos make you… you know?]

He had asked before and wanted to confirm again.

After waiting for a while, he received a voice message that was only two seconds long.

Wen Ci’s heart raced, and his head buzzed as he rummaged through the drawer for his headphones before clicking play.

“Yes.”

The man’s voice was deep. Although it was just one word, it carried a hint of ambiguity.

Wen Ci touched his ears, feeling them burn. It was a strange sensation; they were hot, but not from a fever—it was from arousal.

[W: Your voice is so nice/rose rose]

[Yf: Is that how you compliment people?]

[W: Yeah, my mom compliments me by sending me these/rose rose]

[W: And to you too~]

Wen Ci felt that his relationship with his senior was getting better and better. He was immersed in the atmosphere of flirting with his senior and, of course, would listen well and stay away from Jiang Yufeng.

The next day, when he went to class, Jiang Yufeng handed him a bag. Wen Ci was a bit confused at first, but when he opened it, he saw the clothes neatly folded inside. The bag was a paper one, with a dreamy pink and purple design of splashing waves.

He didn’t expect the other party to be so formal, which made Wen Ci feel a bit embarrassed.

“Thank you.”

Jiang Yufeng glanced at him, indifferently withdrew his gaze, and then, after a second, hummed, “You’re welcome.”

The class went by quite normally, with no eye contact or physical contact. Wen Ci didn’t deliberately avoid him either, as Jiang Yufeng seemed uninterested in engaging with him.

Apart from the occasional glance, Wen Ci couldn’t tell him not to look at him—that would be crazy.

Lu Xuesong was looking at his phone when he suddenly smiled and leaned over to Wen Ci: “We don’t have classes this afternoon. Next week, we’ll be preparing for military training.”

Wen Ci knew all of this; the counselor had written it clearly in the group chat. Why repeat it? “:?”

Before Lu Xuesong could speak, he inadvertently met Jiang Yufeng’s gaze from behind. Although his eyelids were lowered, his focus was intense, like an onlooker watching their little drama.

Lu Xuesong looked again at Wen Ci’s fair face and felt that the magnetic field between the two was strange.

But their interactions were indeed minimal. Although they were classmates, they hadn’t spoken much to each other.

Maybe he was overthinking.

Suppressing the strange feeling in his heart, Lu Xuesong was about to lean over and whisper when Wen Ci slightly dodged.

Lu Xuesong pouted: “Tao Peng is going out today and might not come back tonight. It’ll just be the two of us in the dormitory.”

Wen Ci reacted for a moment before coming to his senses.

Women’s clothing, skirts, lace leg rings, and… thongs?

Wen Ci felt that what Lu Xuesong brought back was too explosive. He had asked before if these were newly bought.

Lu Xuesong directly admitted that he had originally intended to use them himself but hadn’t gotten the chance.

Wen Ci didn’t dare to speak too loudly: “Is there anything more normal?”

“Everything is normal.”

“…” Wen Ci lowered his eyes and said, “Not normal, it’s going to expose my butt.”

“How can it be attractive if it doesn’t show?” Lu Xuesong found it quite usual.

Wen Ci indeed found it hard to fit into their way of thinking, but his senior would probably like this kind of thing.

“I’ll think about it,” Wen Ci added a reminder, “but you can’t look.”

“…” Lu Xuesong fell silent.

Jiang Yufeng didn’t expect Mei Xinyuan to suddenly show up here, holding a bag of things. Mei Xinyuan was wearing a mask and shook her hair: “Your mom asked me to check on you, to see if you’re still alive.”

Jiang Yufeng took the things from her hand: “Thanks to you, I’m not dead yet.”

He put the things in the room. Mei Xinyuan looked around the living room. Apart from ordinary appliances, there were various blueprints, almost no personal items, the same minimalist and cold style as always, without any warm colors. It was surprising that he was studying architecture.

Her gaze fell on the closed bedroom door.

“You rent a place and live alone, and you’re still so guarded? Or is there someone hiding in your room?”

Jiang Yufeng opened the bedroom door: “You can see if you pay.”

“Phew!” Mei Xinyuan directly expressed her disdain, “Is your room a tourist attraction that charges a fee?”

Mei Xinyuan had come to replace the old equipment and didn’t want to use courier services, so she decided to come over herself. It wasn’t far anyway.

Jiang Yufeng asked, “Did the old one break?”

“No, I just got a new mac, but the docking station hasn’t arrived yet. I thought I’d just get a new one all at once,” Mei Xinyuan took it out of the bag, “Do you want it? But I know you don’t play anymore now.”

When Jiang Yufeng was younger, he was interested in everything and dabbled in various circles, but it was always a fleeting interest.

As he grew older, he became more mature and composed, with a poker face all the time, as if nothing in the world could arouse his interest anymore. It seemed like his heart had clicked and died.

Jiang Yufeng’s response surprised Mei Xinyuan: “Just leave it there.”

He accompanied Mei Xinyuan to get the things, had a meal together, and then safely saw her off in her car.

On the way back, he glanced at the distant sky. The setting sun’s afterglow was picturesque, as if a deep orange halo enveloped the entire city.

He thought of something and turned on his phone, which he hadn’t looked at all afternoon.

[W: Senior, senior, I don’t have classes this afternoon.]

A few hours later.

[W: Senior, senior, I don’t have evening study session tonight.]

A few minutes later.

[W: Senior, senior, shall I wear a dress for you tonight?]

Jiang Yufeng stopped by the roadside, casually took a flyer, held it between his fingers, and was about to reply to the message.

Suddenly, a new message popped up in the chat box.

[W: Senior, senior, why aren’t you talking to me (cat pouting and crying)]

Jiang Yufeng deleted the line he had just typed and took a photo of the distant, gradient-colored horizon.

[W: Wow, so beautiful, the clouds are all colorful.]

[Yf: I’ll call you when I get back.]

[W: I’ll miss you, thinking of you until you come back.]

Jiang Yufeng stared at this message for several seconds, and then two more flyers appeared in his hand.

Inside Dormitory 504.

Wen Ci was holding several rope-like things, all tangled up. Lu Xuesong silently shaped the rope into a triangular form.

“This is what it looks like.”

Wen Ci was puzzled, “Is it worn under a dress, and do I still wear underwear?”

“This is the little underwear.”

Lu Xuesong thought for a moment and said, “But it’s not suitable for wearing during photoshoots. Let’s put it aside for now.”

Wen Ci obediently nodded.

This time, he changed into a sweet, puffy short skirt, different from the usual style. It was very short, and the short, puffy skirt couldn’t cover the full/rounded shape. The transparent lace on the hem barely covered the snow-white buttocks, creating a see-through effect. Looking down, one could see his slightly plump thighs, white and soft.

Lu Xuesong’s eyes brightened, wanting to reach out and touch, but finally, he looked at Wen Ci’s expression and decided against it.

“Kneel down,” Lu Xuesong began to direct the movements.

Wen Ci, like a puppet, obediently followed the instructions, but felt a bit strange.

“Spread your legs a bit, that’s good, twist your waist, yes, yes, yes.”

“Don’t move, if you can’t stand steady, hold onto the railing next to you, yes, yes, yes, good, good, good, hold it.”

Wen Ci frowned slightly, not used to it: “My waist feels so sore.”

Lu Xuesong looked at his phone, then at him, his eyes busy: “Relax for a bit, don’t pose.”

“Oh…” Wen Ci sat down on the bed, feeling the coolness on his buttocks. He tried to use the skirt to pad it, but it was useless, too short.

Lu Xuesong looked up and saw that his thighs were marked by the leg rings, with a very obvious red line.

“Does it hurt?”

Wen Ci bent his knees and touched it: “It doesn’t hurt, it just looks scary.”

“Your legs look so thin, but they’re actually quite plump.”

“Not really.”

Lu Xuesong was a bit envious. He was still very attracted to Wen Ci’s body, but since he couldn’t have it, he had no choice but to be a male confidante.

Who could blame him for falling in love with Wen Ci at first sight during the start of the school year~

Just at that moment, the phone suddenly rang. Wen Ci looked down and suddenly remembered that his senior had said he would call him when he got back.

He hurriedly got off the bed and said to the bewildered Lu Xuesong, “I’ll take the call on the balcony. Please don’t come out, I beg you~”

With that, he flew out and closed the balcony door.

Lu Xuesong couldn’t catch him, and after a few seconds, he said in a daze, “You haven’t even changed out of that puffy skirt, my goodness.”

Wen Ci realized he was still wearing the puffy skirt when he came out. The night wind rustled the leaves, making a mess. He carefully held onto the skirt, and his breathing started to tremble.

After connecting the WeChat voice call, he heard a microphone-like hissing sound, followed by the rustling of clothes, and even fainter, breathing sounds.

For the first time, he felt so close to his senior.

Wen Ci held the phone and whispered, “Say something, I’m so nervous.”