CFL 31

Wen Ci was restless and didn’t really want to move. It didn’t matter; his foot was already sprained, and he was too exhausted to care. He couldn’t fight back anyway, so what else could he do but lie low? Jiang Yufeng could do whatever he wanted in this room.

Wen Ci sipped on mineral water—they had bought it from the supermarket next door. Jiang Yufeng, bare-chested, was hunched over his phone. His back muscles were broad and well-defined, expanding gracefully without being overly exaggerated. Wen Ci wasn’t a fan of bodybuilders; he preferred Jiang Yufeng’s physique. He took a few more glances, feeling like he was getting away with something.

Wen Ci asked, “Are you going to take a shower?”

“Yeah, I need to rinse off the sweat,” Jiang Yufeng replied. He had a bit of a cleanliness obsession, but given the current situation, he couldn’t be too particular. If he didn’t wash up, he wouldn’t be able to sleep. “What do you feel like eating?”

Wen Ci wasn’t hungry yet; he had eaten dinner, after all. “Are you having a late-night snack?”

“Aren’t you hungry?” Jiang Yufeng looked at him calmly. “I didn’t have dinner, and I have a strong metabolism. I need to replenish my energy. You should eat something too. We might not wake up early tomorrow; at least until check-out time.”

It was almost midnight, and tomorrow was Saturday. They could sleep in until noon.

“I don’t want anything too greasy,” Wen Ci said.

“Would you like some milk?” Jiang Yufeng asked. He knew Wen Ci kept a box of milk under his desk and often drank a bottle when he had nothing else to do.

Wen Ci shook his head. “No, I’ll have it tomorrow.”

“I’ll take a shower after the food arrives. Just sit tight,” Jiang Yufeng instructed.

Wen Ci was quite touched. “Thank you, you’re really kind.”

“Are you giving me a ‘good person’ card?” Jiang Yufeng’s voice was steady and gentle. “Why just ‘kind’?”

Wen Ci quickly corrected himself. “You’re very kind, the kindest in the world.”

“Kind-er than everyone else?”

Wen Ci was never stingy with compliments. “Yes, you’re the best! No one can compare to you. You’re one of a kind.”

Jiang Yufeng turned his head slightly and gave a faint smile. “That’s not a bad thing to say.”

The food arrived twenty minutes later, delivered by a robot. Jiang Yufeng first wiped the table clean with a paper towel, then spread a facial tissue underneath. There were light flavors like porridge and pastries, and more savory options like marinated delicacies. Jiang Yufeng placed the milder dishes in front of Wen Ci and put a plate of spicy chicken feet next to him, in case he got hungry.

The table was too small to hold everything, so Jiang Yufeng moved a chair over and placed the mineral water on it. “The water is here. Don’t move around too much.”

Wen Ci was amazed by Jiang Yufeng’s attention to detail and nodded in thanks.

Jiang Yufeng was really meticulous to the point of being obsessive in some aspects.

The bathroom had two transparent sides and one frosted side. Wen Ci kindly reminded him, “Remember to close the curtain, or I’ll see everything.”

Jiang Yufeng asked, “You can’t see?”

“……Can I?”

“Do you want to?”

Wen Ci felt this wasn’t about his desire. “Are you planning to give me a live show while I eat my late-night snack?”

His words were logical and coherent, and Jiang Yufeng realized he was being teased. “Then I’ll leave the door open while I shower.”

Wen Ci: “……”

“Are you shy, even though we’re both guys?”

Well……Wen Ci was left speechless.

However, Jiang Yufeng did close the curtain in the end. The soundproofing wasn’t great, and the sound of running water was clearly audible. Wen Ci drank his porridge and ate his sweet cake, suddenly finding his mouth tasteless as his mind was filled with imagined scenes……

Jiang Yufeng’s body was really impressive. Hearing the sound of the shower through the bathroom door was like teasing without satisfying.

Wen Ci put down his chopsticks, casually took a sip of water, and leaned his head back, not noticing that his foot moved as well, causing him to let out a cry of pain and collapse back down.

“Ouch, ouch, ouch……” When the nurse was applying the medicine, she tugged at Wen Ci’s ankle, which was already bruised and swollen below the ankle bone. The pain was only slightly alleviated when it was bandaged, but now every movement caused a tug.

Wen Ci felt that his current condition might make it difficult to attend class.

[Lu Xuesong: @Jiang Yufeng @Wen Ci, dd]

[Lu Xuesong: Why didn’t you guys come back before lights out? Where are you now? Report in.]

[Wen Ci: We couldn’t make it in time. We’ll be back tomorrow. We’re staying in a hotel.]

[Lu Xuesong: … Oh, did you book two rooms?]

[Wen Ci: Can’t we just book one?]

[Lu Xuesong: If you book a hotel near the school, rumors about you two going at it all night will probably spread by tomorrow. You guys are quite the talk of the town.]

After all, most freshmen, except for a few who were more ambitious, had plenty of free time and loved to find something to gossip about.

[Lu Xuesong: Friendly reminder, don’t walk with a limp, or people will think you can’t close your legs.]

[Wen Ci: … I sprained my foot.]

[Lu Xuesong: Oh, right, I forgot. Good luck.]

The bathroom door opened, and a misty feeling wafted out from the crack. Jiang Yufeng came out wearing only a pair of pants, the same ones he had on before. His pectoral muscles were damp, dripping with water droplets. His expression was calm, and his dark eyes stared in one direction, quite intimidating.

Wen Ci looked at him and said, “You’re done washing.”

He replied, “I can’t finish it all.”

Jiang Yufeng just wiped off the water stains on his body with a paper towel. “Leave it there, I’ll eat it.”

After drying off, he put his clothes back on. Wen Ci noticed him frowning slightly as he put them on, looking quite displeased.

After Jiang Yufeng came out and saw the leftover food on the table, almost untouched by Wen Ci, who had an appetite like a cat, he suddenly felt the need to buy Wen Ci a bottle of milk.

“Wait here,” Jiang Yufeng said as he was about to leave.

Wen Ci was a bit scared to be alone in the hotel room. “Where are you going?”

“To get something to drink. What do you want?”

Wen Ci thought he was thirsty. “A bottle of Tetra Pak milk.”

Jiang Yufeng glanced at him. “Alright.”

Before closing the door, Jiang Yufeng looked back in. Wen Ci was sitting on the sofa chair, watching him leave with wide eyes, his dark pupils never leaving Jiang Yufeng.

It reminded him of the moment when he left the dormitory, with Wen Ci showing the same reluctance to part.

There was a supermarket nearby, and not far away was an internet café, which was quite busy at the moment. Jiang Yufeng took two bottles of milk and glanced at the next aisle.

A young man, wearing a slung-over sweater in early winter, revealing half of his round shoulder, had a slender and delicate figure. He smiled coquettishly at Jiang Yufeng.

Jiang Yufeng coldly averted his gaze and was about to move forward when the man followed, persistently trailing him all the way to the hotel lobby.

Jiang Yufeng stopped and looked at him again. The young man raised his chin, looking very arrogant and pleased with himself.

Jiang Yufeng entered the elevator and pressed the floor button. The thin man continued to follow, except at the elevator door. Jiang Yufeng rang the doorbell.

The thin man actually lived in room 420, right next to theirs.

He must have known from the beginning, which was why he had followed so boldly just now.

“So you knew all along,” the thin man giggled, “Aren’t you at all curious?”

Wen Ci, with his sprained leg, hobbled to the door and poked his head out in confusion: “Who’s talking?”

The man in the room shrugged his mouth.

Jiang Yufeng said, “I don’t know, it feels like a ghost blowing on me.”

Wen Ci: “……”

Jiang Yufeng swiftly cleaned up the remaining food on the table, his movements quick yet elegant.

Wen Ci sat beside him, sipping his milk through a straw and watching him.

Then he packed all the leftover trash into a bag and threw it outside the door, leaving the hotel room spotless once again.

“Want to take a shower?”

Wen Ci tilted his head, realizing Jiang Yufeng was talking to him: “How can I shower? I can’t get wet.”

“Having your back wiped can still make you feel refreshed.”

Wen Ci had initially planned to just muddle through, but Jiang Yufeng’s description made him tempted.

Wen Ci nodded: “Alright.”

Jiang Yufeng stood up, his eyes darkening slightly, a hint of dominance in his tone: “Take off your clothes.”

Wen Ci was startled into silence by his change in demeanor: “……?”

After a moment, Wen Ci feigned ignorance with an “Ah,” but by the time he realized what was happening, he was already being helped into the bathroom by Jiang Yufeng, his injured foot wrapped in a disposable cover.

Wen Ci was bewildered as he was made to lift his arms, his upper clothing removed and set aside. He quietly added: “No need to take off my pants.”

“Okay,” Jiang Yufeng lowered his eyes, moved to Wen Ci’s back, where the shoulder blades protruded, the skin pale and smooth, a droplet of water slowly sliding down the sleek surface, as if inviting someone to lick it off.

Jiang Yufeng glanced at it briefly before moving away, his body leaning in: “Let me help you.”

Wen Ci’s ears heated up. It was just a normal back scrubbing, but for some reason, he felt uneasy. Not being able to see Jiang Yufeng’s gaze made him feel even more restless, as if the burning look could scorch him. The next moment, he felt like he was about to be swallowed whole.

The shoulder he was holding onto shrank back slightly, and his deep, slightly husky voice asked: “Has anyone ever told you that you have a beautiful back?”

Wen Ci’s back had prominent bone lines. He didn’t respond immediately to the comment, but his ears turned red nonetheless.

Jiang Yufeng’s touch was neither too light nor too heavy, and it seemed to have a natural massaging effect. Wen Ci sat on the chair, feeling drowsy.

“Is it comfortable?” Jiang Yufeng asked abruptly.

Wen Ci, bewildered, replied: “……Comfortable.”

“Would you do it again next time?”

The word “do” was spoken so sexily by Jiang Yufeng that it was very captivating. Wen Ci almost blurted out “yes,” but quickly came to his senses: “No, I won’t.”

By the time he finished speaking, Wen Ci realized it sounded ambiguous. He had never had pure intentions towards Jiang Yufeng. As he dressed, Wen Ci, now feeling refreshed, asked: “Do you know about the forum’s couple thing?”

“I know.”

“Are you not bothered by it?”

“Why should I be bothered? Are you asking me to clarify our relationship with you?”

Wen Ci lowered his head and touched his collar: “Because I didn’t vote for you, you’re upset. It seems like you don’t really want to be friends with me.”

Wen Ci could avoid the situation, but he would be genuinely hurt if he was truly rejected.

Jiang Yufeng replied indifferently: “We indeed can’t be friends.”

Wen Ci pursed his lips, feeling a sourness in his heart and nose. He looked up and asked: “Then why are you still so helpful……”

“Actively helping the elderly, the weak, the sick, and the disabled is a fine tradition of the Chinese nation.”

Wen Ci nodded: “That’s true, I am sick.”

“No,” Jiang Yufeng glanced at him, “You’re weak.”

“……”

This time, Wen Ci was carried out of the bathroom by Jiang Yufeng and gently placed on the bed. Jiang Yufeng said: “I’m going to make a phone call. Don’t move around.”

Wen Ci obediently replied with an “Okay.”

Jiang Yufeng stepped out onto the balcony to call Zhao Shuran. Zhao Shuran had a train ticket for the next afternoon, and Jiang Yufeng was worried he might not make it in time.

Zhao Shuran: “It’s okay, I can go back by myself.”

“Okay.”

“You seem in a good mood.”

“? Jiang Yufeng asked, “What do you hear from a single ‘okay’?”

“I hear that you’re happy.”

“……”

“See, you are happy.”

“Bye, go to bed early.” It was rare for someone to lie down obediently, so Jiang Yufeng naturally had to keep an eye on him.

“Goodnight, baby~”

“……” Jiang Yufeng frowned, “How old are you, still calling yourself a baby.”

Zhao Shuran dismissed it: “Sister Qi calls her son a baby.”

“How old is her son?”

“A year younger than you.”

Jiang Yufeng didn’t understand this kind of coddling nickname.

Jiang Yufeng warned, “Don’t learn that.”

Zhao Shuran clicked her tongue: “Not cute at all.”

Closing the balcony door, Jiang Yufeng came in and looked at Wen Ci, who was leaning against the headboard, “Why aren’t you sleeping?”

Wen Ci’s ankle was uncomfortable; it hurt when he moved it to the right but not when he moved it to the left, so he had to keep it in that direction. Sleeping without being able to move one’s foot was very uncomfortable for someone with a messy sleeping posture.

“Not sleepy,” Wen Ci made small talk, “Are you busy with work?”

“No, I’m calling my mom.”

Wen Ci remembered Jiang Yufeng mentioning that his family had come over and were probably staying in the apartment he rented.

Wen Ci asked, “Why are we wasting money staying in a hotel?”

“Do you want to meet my mom?” Jiang Yufeng said, “There aren’t any extra rooms, and she’s leaving tomorrow.”

“Can’t I meet her?” Wen Ci didn’t quite understand.

“Next time,” Zhao Shuran’s mouth was hard to shut, and the limbs of the doll in his room were still incomplete, which might scare him.

Wen Ci was oblivious: “Okay.”

After speaking, Wen Ci’s peripheral vision caught Jiang Yufeng’s pants. He hadn’t noticed it on the way, but now he realized that the dark gray tracksuit he was wearing was the one that showed his size quite clearly……

Wen Ci’s face turned pale: “I remember you like guys.”

“So?” Jiang Yufeng looked at him, “Afraid I’ll eat you up?”

“……No.” Wen Ci played dead, “I was just talking.”

“I know what you’re thinking, because I am too.”

Wen Ci looked at him, feeling a wave of horror.

“For men, the physiological reaction in the morning is uncontrollable. Of course, some people can just shake it off and be fine, but I can’t. It might take a while. Do you mind?”

“……”

Jiang Yufeng said, “Even if you mind, there’s nothing you can do. I’m quite intense in certain aspects, and I don’t plan to hide it from you. You’ll have to bear with it.”

Wen Ci almost fainted.

After speaking, Jiang Yufeng pulled the blanket over Wen Ci’s stomach: “Rest even if it hurts.”

Wen Ci nodded, responding belatedly, “I don’t mind……”

If he minded, he might seek him out for relief. Wen Ci understood that logic.

Jiang Yufeng hummed in acknowledgment: “We’re both guys. Next time, we can do it together.”

“Do what together?”

“Masturbate.”

“……?”

There was no need for that.

Wen Ci abandoned this dangerous topic and slowly slid down from the headboard to lie flat.

He was still very alert because someone was beside him. To prevent himself from falling asleep suddenly, he warned Jiang Yufeng: “Jiang Yufeng, my sleeping posture might not be very good, you……”

Before he could finish, Jiang Yufeng interrupted him: “It’s okay, I don’t mind if you kick me.”

Wen Ci was about to be touched again: “If I hurt you by kicking, you tell me, and I’ll compensate you.”

“Probably not needed.”

“Why not?”

Jiang Yufeng replied calmly, “I won’t feel pain. It will probably feel good.”

“?”

What a strange adjective. Wen Ci was immediately confused.

Wen Ci really couldn’t sleep. He wanted to turn over, slowly lifting one leg to change his position, making small talk to distract himself: “Jiang Yufeng, you didn’t brush your teeth after eating.”

Jiang Yufeng closed his eyes: “I did. Why are you moving around so much?”

“My leg is numb and uncomfortable,” Wen Ci, unlike a wounded animal that licks its own wounds, instinctively acted coquettishly towards others, even though it was Jiang Yufeng.

Jiang Yufeng turned over and placed one of Wen Ci’s legs on top of his own. Wen Ci was initially panicked, but then he found……this position was incredibly comfortable, and his leg wasn’t cramped anymore.

There was a slight movement from the next room, faint and yet fervent, clearly unusual.

“Mmm… Huh…”

Accompanied by heavy panting and some indescribable but rhythmic clapping sounds, Wen Ci’s eyes snapped open, bristling: “This is……”

Jiang Yufeng, unfazed, pressed Wen Ci to stay still: “This hotel has a high rating, but the only complaint is the poor soundproofing.”

“……” Wen Ci asked, “Then why didn’t we choose a room with better soundproofing?”

“Do you think we had a choice?”

Wen Ci felt it would have been better to meet the parents tonight; he wouldn’t mind sleeping on the sofa.

The sounds from the next room were even more unbearable than Lu Xuesong’s, and the panting was too intense. Wen Ci closed his eyes and frowned, already on edge and now unable to sleep.

He opened his eyes again to see Jiang Yufeng’s calm face. The next moment, their eyes met.

“What do you want to do?”

“It’s too noisy,” Wen Ci admired him immensely, in every aspect, “You’re really calm. No wonder you’re known as the aloof scholar.”

This was a nickname given to him on the forum, and of course, there were many others, all labels attached to Jiang Yufeng.

“Not bad. You can be aloof too,” Jiang Yufeng said indifferently, “So that people won’t always ask for your WeChat.”

Wen Ci indicated that he couldn’t do that.

Jiang Yufeng’s eyes darkened slightly, like a blade sheathed, hiding a faint hint of danger: “Or do you want to give it a try?”

Wen Ci’s eyes widened, and he said nervously, “That’s something lovers do. We’re just roommates.”

“Lovers do it, so doing it can make you lovers. It’s just a different order, but the logic is the same.”

“……” Wen Ci’s face felt like it was about to explode from embarrassment, “Can you stop saying these things? It’s too embarrassing.”

Jiang Yufeng let out a soft laugh: “……”

His tone and expression made the act of sex sound very ordinary and everyday.

Wen Ci was startled for a moment, then thought it was normal. After all, the people here were not quite normal, and Jiang Yufeng might have been through it all and was no longer a novice.

Thinking this, Wen Ci felt inexplicably annoyed: “I suggest you find someone else.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Wen Ci cried out, “Why did you pinch my thigh?”

Jiang Yufeng released his grip and said indifferently, “Sorry.”

Wen Ci didn’t see any sign of apology on his face and looked at him angrily.

Jiang Yufeng’s gaze turned slightly cold: “Not everyone can get into my bed. I have a cleanliness obsession.”

Wen Ci understood that he was explaining: “……Okay.”

“Did you hear me?”

Wen Ci: “?”

“They stopped.”

“Why?”

Jiang Yufeng placed his hand on the spot he had pinched and slowly massaged it with his palm, as if to soothe it: “Because you were louder than them just now.”

Wen Ci: “……”

Jiang Yufeng frowned: “Of course, that guy’s stamina wasn’t great either. He started panting heavily right away, couldn’t keep up with the physical exertion, probably couldn’t stay hard for long, probably just once or twice and it would be over.”

Wen Ci had an expression as if he had just been educated.

No, buddy, you really know your stuff……

Just as Jiang Yufeng had predicted, the second round started and quickly ended. Wen Ci fell into a deep sleep without any worries.

Now it was Jiang Yufeng who was too awake. His burning palm covered the spot where Wen Ci had pinched, the heat making Wen Ci want to move his leg away.

Afraid he would move around and cry out in pain, Jiang Yufeng gently held him still. Wen Ci’s leg lifted slightly again, his soft, fluffy head nuzzling the pillow and burrowing into the blanket, his forehead resting on Jiang Yufeng’s chest.

Jiang Yufeng lay on his side, his eyelids lowered as he watched him. After a while, he poked Wen Ci’s cheek with his finger. It was very soft, and his fingertip sank right in. Wen Ci’s lips moved slightly, and he slept peacefully.

Wen Ci’s sleep was restless; his eyebrows were furrowed, and his leg kept changing positions, never staying in one place for more than twenty minutes.

The only constant was that he always nestled in Jiang Yufeng’s arms.

When Jiang Yufeng held him, he felt Wen Ci’s normal body temperature, warm and comfortable, his small frame curled up in his embrace.

Their family ran a supermarket, and stray cats and dogs often lingered at the entrance. In elementary school, Jiang Yufeng had impulsively adopted one, despite his efforts to learn how to take care of it, knowing to take it to the hospital when it was sick, getting regular vaccinations, and buying the best cat food and canned food within his means, but he still couldn’t take good care of it.

The cat ran away on its own.

Jiang Yufeng thought it would come back. He waited for a week, but there was no sign of disturbance in the family’s yard.

Half a month, a month, a year… Jiang Yufeng’s anticipation gradually faded.

Zhao Shuran comforted him, saying that the tabby cat’s wild nature was hard to tame, and it would be better to let it be free. Jiang Yufeng reacted indifferently, just calmly nodding his head, without the sorrow and hardship that Zhao Shuran had imagined.

Jiang Yufeng wasn’t without feelings, but he thought it was unnecessary to be sad and troubled. There were many tabby cats in the world, and if he wanted to, he could buy one immediately, even one that looked exactly the same.

Later, this feeling gradually faded, and other things attracted Jiang Yufeng’s attention again. The story of the cat came to a temporary end, sealed in Jiang Yufeng’s memory.

Now, that feeling of anticipation was rekindled.

Wen Ci wanted to turn over and expose his meek and docile belly. Jiang Yufeng covered him with the blanket again, always paying attention to his injured right foot.

The next day, the sunlight was strong, but the hotel room with the curtains drawn had good light-blocking properties, as if the night had never left.

Wen Ci smacked his lips for a while, turned his head and lay there for a bit longer, and then he felt something was wrong. He touched it with his hand and felt warm and slightly hard skin.

Wen Ci was sprawled on Jiang Yufeng, almost using him as a meat cushion.

“……”

Wen Ci wanted to get up quickly, but he realized it wasn’t easy. If his foot wasn’t injured, he might have been able to.

What should he do? Should he maintain this position until Jiang Yufeng woke up?

Wen Ci planned to wriggle himself off Jiang Yufeng, but his cheek suddenly felt wet. He glanced over and saw a large damp stain on Jiang Yufeng’s T-shirt.

If he wasn’t mistaken, that was probably his drool.

Wen Ci: “……”

What a sin.