CFL 30

Wen Ci wasn’t used to being so close to him and instinctively straightened his back to avoid too much contact. It felt like he was carrying a mummy on his back; Jiang Yufeng frowned slightly.

The infirmary was in the opposite direction. Considering Wen Ci’s thin skin, they chose a quieter path that few people passed by. The cool breeze was quite pleasant as it brushed past them. This was one of the advantages of being in a southern city; early winter wasn’t very cold and had a feel reminiscent of late autumn in the north.

Without warning, Jiang Yufeng spoke: “You’re very stiff.”

Wen Ci instinctively looked at his pants: “I’m not hard.”

Jiang Yufeng let out a cold, derisive laugh: “I’m talking about your waist.”

Wen Ci sensed that he was a bit upset and, not knowing whether he would be thrown off the next second, immediately relaxed like overcooked noodles, lying limply on his back, his head almost buried in the nape of Jiang Yufeng’s neck, his breath fanning unconsciously.

Jiang Yufeng slightly tilted his head, seemingly trying to catch a glimpse, but seeing nothing, the brief moment of discomfort was so fleeting that he himself didn’t even notice.

The path was quiet, with occasional rustling of the wind. Jiang Yufeng slowed his pace, heading towards the administrative building, where the infirmary was located, also close to the sports field.

The hands that had been gripping his shoulders suddenly lost their strength and dangled loosely in front of his chest.

Wen Ci had actually fallen asleep.

Jiang Yufeng stopped in his tracks, unsure of what to say for a moment.

Wen Ci was really naive, lacking more common sense than a black hole.

The entrance of the infirmary spilled light onto the ground, creating a tranquil and leisurely atmosphere, which wasn’t a bad feeling at all.

Inside, there was someone on duty. A teacher in a white coat was sitting at the desk, looking at the computer. Upon noticing someone at the door, and that they were facing away, he immediately became nervous and walked over.

Wen Ci was awakened by the glaring light, rubbing his eyes with one hand and mumbling in a daze.

Jiang Yufeng, being close by, heard Wen Ci mutter something about a hard bed and the dawn breaking…

Jiang Yufeng: “……”

After putting Wen Ci down, his back was so bent that it couldn’t straighten, like a shrimp that had been deveined, clearly still half-asleep.

The teacher squatted down to check the situation. He moved to the right, and Wen Ci didn’t feel anything. When he moved to the left, Wen Ci slightly frowned: “It hurts.”

The teacher asked, “What happened?”

Jiang Yufeng also squatted down: “Let’s deal with it first.”

The emergency treatment involved applying ice to prevent swelling, but the teacher still suggested going to a hospital outside the campus for an X-ray.

Unfortunately, the infirmary was undergoing repairs, and some of the equipment was still in transit, not expected to arrive anytime soon.

The teacher got up to fetch an ice pack.

Wen Ci looked worried, not noticing at all that Jiang Yufeng was holding his other, uninjured ankle.

It was only nine o’clock, but the hospital only had the emergency department open.

Wen Ci wasn’t sure whether to leave the campus.

“If you don’t go, your foot will probably swell up like a pig’s trotter by tomorrow. Does it hurt?”

Feeling the sensation, Wen Ci nodded: “A little.”

After speaking, Wen Ci glanced at Jiang Yufeng. For some reason, although Jiang Yufeng’s expression was very serious, the grip on his foot was very gentle.

Huh?

Holding?

Wen Ci dodged a bit: “This foot doesn’t hurt.”

Jiang Yufeng just gave a faint affirmative hum, lifting his eyelids and looking up at Wen Ci. The moment their eyes met, Wen Ci felt a bit uneasy and raised his hand to cover his eyes.

The school’s curfew was at eleven, and there were only two hours left. A nearby tertiary public hospital was right next to the campus, and it was quite convenient to go back and forth.

Jiang Yufeng asked him, “Do you have your ID card?”

Wen Ci, holding his small bag, replied, “I have all the documents.”

Only after speaking did he realize that Jiang Yufeng was going to accompany him.

He hadn’t realized it before because Jiang Yufeng acted very naturally. Although it seemed like a normal thing for classmates to help each other, it felt somehow different when it came to Jiang Yufeng.

Since they would be delayed in returning to the dormitory, they had to let their roommates know.

They took a campus shuttle to leave. Jiang Yufeng grabbed Wen Ci’s arm and hoisted him into the vehicle. The action was rough but quick.

Dormitory group chat——

[Lu Xuesong: Did you sprain your ankle? Did you get an X-ray? Is the bone okay?]

[Wen Ci: Going for one now.]

[Tao Peng: Are you guys coming back tonight?]

[Wen Ci: Yes.]

[Lu Xuesong: What happened?]

[Jiang Yufeng: I was following behind. He missed a step on the stairs.]

[Lu Xuesong: …]

[Lu Xuesong: Jiang, you take care of it then.]

[Jiang Yufeng: Yeah, I’ll take care of it.]

[Wen Ci: ?]

Wen Ci looked at Jiang Yufeng beside him: “Don’t speak so casually… it can easily be misunderstood.”

Jiang Yufeng turned off his phone, his eyes flickering in the night: “Try running away again next time?”

Wen Ci, feeling guilty, didn’t dare to meet his eyes, touched his nose, and pretended not to hear.

His phone vibrated, and Wen Ci looked down to see a private message from Lu Xuesong.

[Lu Xuesong: Did you and Jiang Yufeng get into a fight?]

[Wen Ci: No.]

[Lu Xuesong: Was it really an accident?]

[Wen Ci: Yes.]

[Lu Xuesong: I don’t seem to hear you mention your senior much anymore. You guys are done.]

[Wen Ci: No, and there never will be.]

[Lu Xuesong: Then you better stick with Jiang Yufeng.]

The emergency department was quite busy, and they had to wait in line. During the wait, Wen Ci even saw someone with chest pain, and the on-duty doctor immediately rushed over with a cart.

After a long wait, it was finally Wen Ci’s turn. Before going in, Jiang Yufeng took Wen Ci’s small bag.

The small bag couldn’t even hold an A4-sized book and looked like a sling bag in Jiang Yufeng’s hand.

After Wen Ci had an X-ray to confirm there were no bone issues, he had his medicine applied and bandaged in one smooth motion.

The doctor gave Jiang Yufeng instructions on how to change the medicine and the best practices for regular follow-ups until full recovery.

The doctor remarked, “You must be his boyfriend, right? You should be more careful. Your boyfriend is very sensitive to pain.”

While applying the medicine, Wen Ci had clung to the railing and cried out in pain.

It was only after Jiang Yufeng sat beside him and held his wrist that Wen Ci’s fingers unconsciously dug into Jiang Yufeng’s arm, significantly reducing his cries of pain.

Jiang Yufeng hummed in acknowledgment: “Thank you, doctor.”

After the doctor left, Wen Ci’s eyes widened: “Why didn’t you explain to him?”

Jiang Yufeng countered, “Why didn’t you just now?”

Wen Ci: “……”

Jiang Yufeng sat down to review the bill. The medical expenses had all been covered by Jiang Yufeng. Wen Ci wanted to see the bill, but Jiang Yufeng quickly hid it.

Wen Ci: “?”

Jiang Yufeng: “It’s not expensive.”

Wen Ci: “How much? Let me see.”

Wen Ci was puzzled: “That’s my medical bill.”

“Reimbursed, it’s not much. No need,” Jiang Yufeng casually folded the bill and put it in his pocket.

Wen Ci: “.”

That was his medical bill, his receipt, his sprained ankle!

“How much was it before reimbursement?”

“Two hundred and fifty.”

“……” Wen Ci didn’t believe it, “That’s too expensive, it can’t be.”

“You seemed pretty awake for someone who was sleepy just now,” Jiang Yufeng couldn’t help but smirk, and Wen Ci realized he had been tricked.

Wen Ci’s mind was about to crash: “The next time you’re sick, I’ll take you to the hospital, okay?”

Jiang Yufeng gave him a disdainful look.

Wen Ci said, “Don’t glare at me like that. I was wrong, I take it back~”

Wen Ci thought for a moment and gave him a big smile, “Can we not?”

Jiang Yufeng: “…”

The line was too long, and they missed the dormitory curfew. They couldn’t go back to the school at this hour, and they didn’t know where to wander to.

Jiang Yufeng had originally planned to take Wen Ci back to his rented place, but then he thought about it. Zhao Shuran was still there, and it wouldn’t be appropriate to bring Wen Ci over so abruptly.

Not to mention the potential to scare him, it would also lead to an awkward face-to-face situation. The timing wasn’t right.

He couldn’t use brute force to take Wen Ci.

In a claw machine, skill is required to grab a doll. Even if the claw grabs it, it can easily be forced to let go at the last moment, always just a hair’s breadth away from the opening.

Jiang Yufeng pressed Wen Ci’s shoulder, “Let’s get a room.”

Wen Ci: “!”

There were very few hotel rooms available at this hour, and they were all temporary ones. In the end, Jiang Yufeng managed to secure a highly-rated king-size room in a nearby hotel…

Sitting in the back seat, Wen Ci had already succumbed to the reality of his fate. Since he couldn’t resist, he might as well enjoy it.

Wen Ci yawned frequently, with tears of fatigue welling up in his eyes.

The driver’s driving was incredibly smooth and reassuring, like sitting in a rocking chair.

Wen Ci thought of something and quietly asked him, “Are you tired?”

Jiang Yufeng looked closely at his face. The dim light from outside brushed over Wen Ci’s soft, fair cheeks, making the redness at the corners of his eyes very noticeable: “You look pretty tired.”

“I’m okay,” Wen Ci remembered Jiang Yufeng’s favor of carrying him and patted his shoulder, saying, “You sleep.”

Jiang Yufeng didn’t hesitate and leaned his head into the crook of Wen Ci’s shoulder.

Wen Ci: QvQ

What a heavy head, is it filled with iron, old buddy?

Wen Ci’s right shoulder tilted downward in a smooth curve.

Jiang Yufeng was indeed tired. He closed his eyes, his breathing even, seemingly not pretending to sleep.

From this angle, his nose was very straight, and his brow bones were pronounced.

Jiang Yufeng, you are truly handsome.

Wen Ci glanced to the right, his nose brushing against Jiang Yufeng’s hair, which smelled faintly of shampoo.

Wen Ci’s mind wandered.

If only Jiang Yufeng were really the senior…

“Wen Ci.”

Jiang Yufeng called his name, which sounded very pleasant in the quiet night.

Wen Ci’s heart pounded: “What is it?”

“You’re very thin,” Jiang Yufeng’s head gradually moved towards his collarbone, “It’s uncomfortable and hurts.”

After speaking, Jiang Yufeng straightened up. Wen Ci pursed his lips: “Oh, then I’ll gain some weight in the future.”

Jiang Yufeng raised an eyebrow: “There will be a future?”

“There will be.”

The hotel arrived, and when Wen Ci got out of the car, he was supported by Jiang Yufeng. His small bag was also carried over Jiang Yufeng’s shoulder, like a kindergarten child’s bag, a very paternal scene.

Wen Ci moved his right shoulder, suspecting he might develop uneven shoulders.

When the front desk was checking them in, the look they gave them was almost scandalous enough to write a romance novel.

Even with his sprained leg, Wen Ci could still daydream. He truly admired the hotel front desk staff for their extensive experience.

Wen Ci’s limping pace was incredibly slow, so Jiang Yufeng carried him and took the elevator to the fourth floor.

It was Wen Ci’s first time seeing the decoration of a king-size suite. The bed was round, and the bedding was all pink. There were a few flowers on the desk, but the most eye-catching feature was the bathroom, which was transparent on three sides except for the one by the window.

What was the difference from a couple’s suite?

Wen Ci nervously hobbled to the edge of the sofa, sitting on only a third of it.

Jiang Yufeng checked the room, made sure everything was fine, and then closed the curtains.

The space became even more enclosed, as if the entire world now only consisted of the two of them.

Sharing a room, and it was a couple’s suite at that, with a room number that was quite suggestive—419…

With a swoosh, Jiang Yufeng took off his shirt as he walked, raising his arms and revealing pronounced muscle lines. The shirt was thrown onto the bed, and the wild tension emanating from him was overwhelming.

Caught off guard by this scene, Wen Ci was utterly shocked and covered his eyes with his arm: “Why are you suddenly taking off your clothes?”

Jiang Yufeng frowned: “I’m sweating and it’s uncomfortable.”

Jiang Yufeng said meaningfully: “I can’t really tolerate it.”

Unable to resist the temptation any longer, Wen Ci’s eyes scanned Jiang Yufeng’s taut muscles like a scanner, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down.

It was evident that those rippling pectoral muscles weren’t from the gym but from years of working outdoors. His narrow waist looked very strong, and the abdominal muscles had several prominent lines that gradually disappeared into the waistband of his pants, exuding male hormones that made one’s face flush and heart race.

After a long time without seeing such a male physique… Wen Ci felt his scalp tingling, a sixth sense warning of extreme danger.

Lu Xuesong occasionally shared various body videos with him, and Wen Ci would read the comments. There were both men and women, mostly zeros, with comments like “You’re really well-fed,” “Let me touch and feel,” “Brother’s abs seem to have something, I’ll lick it clean.”

As for the female comments, they were surprisingly less sexual, as their dreams were quite simple—”Damn it, grow, grow quickly.”

Wen Ci thought that even if they did grow, it wouldn’t be very good, after all, they were very sensitive, and one would have to look up constantly.

Wen Ci suddenly snapped back to reality.

With two guys in the same space, the room suddenly felt cramped, and there was only one bed, a double one, so were they going to sleep together tonight?

Wen Ci felt a prickling sensation all over his body.

When Jiang Yufeng had no expression on his face, he was quite good-looking, like a clean and cold ice sculpture, provided that one could maintain a certain distance. But if the safety distance was completely breached, the sense of oppression Jiang Yufeng gave off was so strong that it almost deprived one of part of the air, with a hint of punitive meaning, making one involuntarily suffocate to the point of weak legs.

If Jiang Yufeng were holding a ruler at this moment, the sense of punishment would be even stronger.

Jiang Yufeng’s image was very suitable for being a teacher, so was the fear derived from his shadow of a teacher?

This explanation made sense.

Wen Ci suddenly remembered the embarrassing nicknames he had used in front of the “senior,” like instructor, brother…

“If you’re sleepy, you can sleep first,” Jiang Yufeng said.

Wen Ci absentmindedly hummed a couple of times and then asked, “Are we sleeping together?”

Jiang Yufeng nonchalantly asked, “Do you want to sleep separately?”

He acted very straightforward, and Wen Ci felt embarrassed instead: “Not really…”

Wen Ci was just worried about which was more terrifying: Jiang Yufeng in clothes or Jiang Yufeng out of clothes.

“……”

The description was not detailed enough, so it needed to be supplemented.

Which was more terrifying: Jiang Yufeng in clothes in the dormitory or Jiang Yufeng out of clothes in a hotel room?

Wen Ci’s foot no longer hurt, his waist no longer ached, his face was radiant, and he was full of energy.

Fake energizer: milk tea, coffee.

Real energizer: Jiang Yufeng taking off his clothes.

Wen Ci: “……”

He really wanted to escape this tempting world.