CFL 39

Wen Ci experienced for the first time what it meant to be unsatisfied with desire!!

And this wasn’t even the formal kind; he was already uncomfortable all over, with his left and right chest, indeed, there was no comparison without contrast.

Wen Ci’s face was flushed, feeling his left chest damp, possibly still with the saliva left by Jiang Yufeng, which would rub against his clothes and dry later.

The nipples were a bit red and swollen, itchy, and even the friction with the clothes made them stand sensitively erect.

The culprit, however, was acting as if nothing had happened, currently lowering his head to do a test paper.

Jiang Yufeng had just finished the multiple-choice questions, lowered his eyes, and glanced at Wen Ci’s red ear tips, the annoyed expression was fully displayed.

He put down his pen, reached out to pat Wen Ci’s back to comfort him.

Before he could touch, Wen Ci hummed and immediately lay on the table, turned his head, and faced Jiang Yufeng with the back of his head.

Until the end of the class, Wen Ci did not speak a single word to Jiang Yufeng.

People were coming and going around, making a noise like a vegetable market, a group of people were packing up their textbooks and moving to a dedicated classroom for class.

Jiang Yufeng walked behind Wen Ci, the bright sunlight fell on the corridor, looking at Wen Ci’s black hair, and the fluffy back of his head was shining, he calmly asked: “Are you going to give me the cold shoulder?”

Wen Ci was silent, silent like a rabbit about to explode.

So-called, when a rabbit is desperate, it will bite people, Wen Ci might also bite.

Jiang Yufeng thought it was a bit refreshing.

“Have lunch together, I bought mangosteen, a lot, no one eats them.”

Wen Ci clenched his cheeks, he didn’t want to, he couldn’t be tempted.

“Maybe there are also chestnut cream cakes… at my home.”

Wen Ci stopped and turned to look at him, murmuring as if he had already tasted the deliciousness: “Chestnut cake…”

Jiang Yufeng: “Do you want it?”

“Yes, yes, yes!!”

“Wipe your drool.”

Wen Ci subconsciously wiped his mouth, only to find there was nothing, Jiang Yufeng was playing with him again.

Jiang Yufeng had coaxed him halfway, and then took it back: “So were we just arguing?”

Wen Ci held the book, shook his head: “No, I just unilaterally didn’t want to talk to you.”

“That’s an argument.”

“No, I didn’t argue with you, did I?” Wen Ci’s questioning tone was very weak, in Jiang Yufeng’s eyes, it was more like coquetry.

Jiang Yufeng went along with him: “No.”

Rarely winning one, Wen Ci was proud: “An argument is not like this, I’ve seen Lu Xuesong and Tao Peng argue, that’s truly earth-shattering.”

Jiang Yufeng humbly asked: “How to argue?”

“Crying, making a fuss, and threatening suicide, but in the end they would have a cold war for a while, and then Tao Peng would coax Lu Xuesong, Lu Xuesong said that some things can’t be compromised if they don’t have to.”

Jiang Yufeng thoughtfully: “You have a good relationship with him.”

Wen Ci casually said: “Not bad.”

Jiang Yufeng: “Do they often argue?”

“A bit, arguing is a kind of fun, our kind, doesn’t count.” Wen Ci didn’t know what to call it, anyway, it was definitely not the same as Lu Xuesong’s.

Jiang Yufeng revealed a coldness from the corner of his eye: “Always arguing back and forth, they will be obedient when they fail two subjects at the end of the term.”

Wen Ci: “…”

The break in the middle was quite long, after they put their textbooks in the classroom, Wen Ci wanted to linger on the terrace for a while, sitting for a long time is not good.

Jiang Yufeng accompanied him out, the winter sun was very warm, eliminating all gloom, making people feel lush and green in their hearts.

Wen Ci looked into the distance, the fatigue in his eyes disappeared completely, standing side by side with Jiang Yufeng, no one spoke, but there was no awkwardness.

“The weather is really nice.” Jiang Yufeng slightly closed his eyes.

Wen Ci’s face was well blown by the wind: “Yes, it’s really good.”

“Then shall we kiss?”

“……?”

Wen Ci subconsciously looked around, fortunately there were not many people, and then his heart began to slowly explode.

“Do you have any impulse…”

“Not yet.” Jiang Yufeng leaned on the railing, looking at him sideways, “Maybe later.”

Wen Ci was a bit numb: “You are quite honest.”

Wen Ci curled his lips, his lips were plump and rosy, his face was a bit chubby, and he looked more likable when he was angry.

Jiang Yufeng took a few more looks, “Is it not allowed? I really want to kiss now, do you still remember the conditions I said at that time?”

Wen Ci recalled, “You said too much. Which one?”

“Good morning kiss, good afternoon kiss, good night kiss, but it seems that we are always afternoon tea kiss, and you haven’t done it.” Jiang Yufeng’s tone was regrettable, but it carried a sense of punishment.

Wen Ci felt a chill: “So what do you want to do…”

“I want to kiss.”

“…………”

Although at first it was because Wen Ci was in a long-distance relationship, so he deleted and blocked him, but Jiang Yufeng knew earlier that he was Wen Ci, so… they were just playing tricks on each other, to some extent they really could cancel each other out.

At that time, living in his house, his brain wattled, he was led by him, and when he sobered up and thought carefully, no one owed anyone.

But now it has developed into this, who can say for sure.

Wen Ci felt unbalanced and indignantly: “You knew it was me early on, so you were playing tricks on me, and now you still want to rape me.”

“I didn’t want to rape you, I wanted to kiss you.”

“……”

In Wen Ci’s mind, an image of a deep kiss by the washbasin suddenly surfaced. His tongue was enveloped in warmth and moisture, the sound of sucking like thunder in his ears, gradually stealing the air from his mouth, dampening his lips, and desire slowly rising between them, feeling like his pants would be pulled off in the next second.

It was almost like that.

Jiang Yufeng’s movements were quite sensual.

Wen Ci didn’t mention that he had felt something at that time, but he was quickly scared back by the college students who came to wash their hands.

Jiang Yufeng: “Have you made up your mind? Class is about to start.”

Wen Ci gritted his teeth: “We agreed on lunchtime; you can’t go back on your word just like that.”

Jiang Yufeng calmly said: “Noted.”

His readiness made Wen Ci a bit suspicious, even leading him to wonder if Jiang Yufeng was hiding some sort of scheme.

But before Wen Ci could ponder further, the bell rang, pulling them back to class.

The desks in the architecture-specific classroom were square, twice the size of ordinary desks, because their assignments were in A2 and A1 formats, which wouldn’t fit on smaller desks.

Lu Xuesong sat next to him this time, smiling: “I want to sit with you.”

Their seats needed to be fixed for the day.

Wen Ci: “Sure.”

Jiang Yufeng, sitting opposite, calmly observed their interaction without a word.

After the third class break, Lu Xuesong was already discussing what to eat later, constantly tugging at Wen Ci, complaining about how hungry he was, as if he would starve to death at his desk.

He even held Wen Ci’s hand, rubbing his stomach.

It was the first time Wen Ci had such close contact with someone other than Jiang Yufeng. Lu Xuesong’s stomach was soft, similar to his own.

But his mind was preoccupied with thoughts of Jing Si and Jing Yuan… things like having children. Jiang Yufeng had mentioned that the conditions were very strict, so could Lu Xuesong have children? What would Lu Xuesong look like with a baby?

Wen Ci was unfamiliar with the concept of pregnancy. Xin Jingqi had never been pregnant, and he himself had been abandoned at birth.

Lu Xuesong: “What are you daydreaming about?”

“Just thinking about something else,” Wen Ci replied, his tone indifferent.

“Hehe, stop thinking. Clear your mind; your face doesn’t suit such a serious expression.”

Sometimes Wen Ci felt that Lu Xuesong was really clingy to him, whether out of affection or something else. If it was affection, then it was better to let it go.

But Lu Xuesong hadn’t really done anything. In fact, thinking about their interactions, they were more like good friends.

Moreover, Wen Ci could sense that Lu Xuesong genuinely liked Tao Peng, so his behavior at the beginning of the school year probably wasn’t an act.

Just as Wen Ci was about to speak, he saw Jiang Yufeng gently press his lips with his fingertips, his smile serene and faint.

In fact, Jiang Yufeng’s lips were very attractive. His typical thin lips felt very comfortable when bitten and sucked.

Ahhhhhh.

Wen Ci was going crazy.

“……”

Wen Ci pursed his lips, paused for a moment, and said, “I have something to do later.”

“Ah?” Lu Xuesong glanced at Jiang Yufeng, “Oh, then go ahead. Don’t be too intense; we have full classes in the afternoon.”

Wen Ci: “…………”

Lu Xuesong also thoughtfully added, “I’ll go have lunch with Tao Peng outside. Take your time.”

“Actually……”

“Thirty minutes enough?” Lu Xuesong whispered, “If it takes too long, you’ll have a hard time in the afternoon.”

Wen Ci was about to lose his temper, “It’s not what you think.”

“I know, but it’s definitely not simple.”

“…………”

Alright, that did guess a little bit.

After morning classes, the cafeteria was packed.

In seasons when the temperature drops sharply, hunger tends to set in more easily. Wen Ci had a better appetite than in summer, eating heartily and quickly finishing his meal.

Jiang Yufeng ate slowly, seemingly with little appetite. Wen Ci remembered the last time Jiang Yufeng had a hearty meal was when they were having a late-night snack at the hotel.

Wen Ci: “Do you like having late-night snacks?”

Jiang Yufeng said, “I’m good at nocturnal foraging.”

“…………Oh.” Wen Ci, not understanding, asked, “What do you mean?”

“Staying up late or pulling all-nighters.”

“……” Wen Ci couldn’t help but say, “You’re really prone to sudden death like this.”

“If I’m about to die, the one who took your first kiss is me, the one who kissed your chest is me, and the one who slept with you is also me. I’d probably make love before I die.”

Jiang Yufeng smiled, “Remember me for a lifetime.”

Wen Ci’s chopsticks almost slipped from his grasp, seeing the faint madness in Jiang Yufeng’s eyes: “……I’ll take you to the hospital. Seriously, it’s not good to delay.”

After eating, they walked back to the dormitory. Jiang Yufeng suddenly said, “Your pants are dirty.”

Wen Ci looked down to see red oil stains on his white pants, very noticeable: “Ahhhh, this is going to be hard to wash. I need to go change my pants.”

Wen Ci’s coat was a light blue puffy jacket, and he wore white straight-leg trousers below, a very gentle color combination. Around his neck was a pink scarf, which Jiang Yufeng had knitted, saying he had chosen the wrong color.

Wen Ci thought it looked good and took it, deducting the cost from his account.

Jiang Yufeng soothed him, “Don’t worry, you have thirty minutes.”

Wen Ci paused, “You heard what I said to Lu Xuesong.”

“Can see and hear,” Jiang Yufeng replied.

“……”

Wen Ci quickened his pace back to the dormitory, with Jiang Yufeng following. He locked the door, pulled the balcony curtains shut, and said to Wen Ci, “Change.”

Wen Ci’s two straight legs were very healthy and well-proportioned, not overly skinny. The edge of his briefs slightly indented the flesh, reminding Jiang Yufeng of the doll he had pinched into shape.

Unlike stone or clay, it was more like ceramic, fragile yet playful, something to be held in the palm of one’s hand, from the feet, to the calves, to the thighs, like a complete piece of jade porcelain, loved and caressed until it felt warm to the touch.

Wen Ci felt uneasy all over. Although he still had his briefs on, he walked over to the wardrobe and began to search for suitable trousers.

The hem of his sweater fluttered emptily, revealing a tight and rounded view from below. No matter the angle, his buttocks were firm and elastic, like a peach that seemed to release juice with just a pinch.

Jiang Yufeng played with his Adam’s apple with his fingertips, his eyebrows furrowed, and his throat moved as he swallowed.

Wen Ci was bending over to look for clothes when the person behind him approached. Wen Ci was immediately bewildered.

He turned around and asked in confusion, “What for?”

Jiang Yufeng wrapped his arms around Wen Ci’s waist, his hand veins slightly protruding, fixing Wen Ci’s narrow waist: “Kiss, it’s noon, we need to sleep after the kiss.”

“Right… right now?”

Before he could finish his sentence, cold lips were pressed against his. Wen Ci’s eyes widened, and he slightly furrowed his brows. Jiang Yufeng used his tongue to pry open the seam of his lips, skillfully slipping inside, licking the soft flesh inside his mouth. Their lips were almost airtight.

Wen Ci lost his balance and took a step back, his thigh hitting the edge of the table. He propped his palm on the table to prevent himself from falling.

Wen Ci couldn’t take it anymore; he was about to drown in the suffocating kiss. He turned his head, but Jiang Yufeng followed, leaving Wen Ci nowhere to hide: “It’s enough, I don’t want it anymore…”

Jiang Yufeng grabbed the back of Wen Ci’s head with one hand and kissed him again. The inside of Wen Ci’s mouth was hot and humid, saliva seeping from the corner of his mouth, unable to swallow in time. Wen Ci was made to look very disheveled by him, almost losing control of the muscles around his lips, his gaze unfocused, and his breathing heavy.

“Is it enough… uh.”

Jiang Yufeng bit the plump soft flesh of the lower lip, the engorged and wet sensation, nipping at it with his teeth intermittently, plundering like feeding, slipping back into the mouth and vigorously sucking out the wet sound.

Wen Ci didn’t know when he ended up sitting on the table, kicking him with his feet. In the struggle, the briefs slowly slid down, revealing a distinct waist and a shallow groove in the middle.

When Jiang Yufeng let go, Wen Ci lay limply on his shoulder, panting heavily, sticking his tongue out like a puppy to catch his breath, feeling as if his soul was shattered.

It was just a kiss.

Wen Ci wanted to cry, murmuring, “So tired…”

Jiang Yufeng affectionately rubbed against his temple, the sweat mixing with the faint fragrance of the other.

Wen Ci pouted, slapping Jiang Yufeng’s back, and burst into tears: “It’s all your fault, you’ve exhausted me, it’s your fault!!!”

Jiang Yufeng remained unmoved.

That’s what he said, but Wen Ci hugged him tighter, almost falling asleep.

As if he had been drained of all his energy.

Jiang Yufeng touched his thigh, the skin feeling cool, and slightly furrowed his brows: “Put on your pants first, you’ll catch a cold.”

Wen Ci’s slightly curly eyelashes were moist, the ingrown eyelashes also clumped together, making his eyes itchy.

He rubbed them, sitting on the table watching Jiang Yufeng squat down to put his pants on for him.

When the pants were pulled up to his thighs, Wen Ci slid down along the edge of the table, and Jiang Yufeng smoothly pulled the pants up.

Wen Ci pushed him away: “Too tired, I’m not kissing you anymore.”

Jiang Yufeng told him: “It’s not like this every time.”

“If it’s like this every time, I’ll die,” Wen Ci growled at him, “Stay away from me!”

Jiang Yufeng poured a glass of water: “Can’t do that.”

Wen Ci took a deep breath, slowly sipped some hot water, and gradually calmed down: “No, your behavior is worse than locking me in your room and doing nothing but kissing me every day.”

Jiang Yufeng was unusually silent for a moment, his eyes deeply fixed on him.

Wen Ci, thinking about the afternoon classes, felt a headache coming on: “I need a nap.”

As he turned, he completely missed the meaningful look in Jiang Yufeng’s eyes.

**

When Lu Xuesong and Tao Peng came back, they stealthily looked around, only to find Jiang Yufeng sitting under the table, with Wen Ci… Wen Ci’s bed curtain was drawn.

Jiang Yufeng spoke softly: “He’s sleeping.”

Lu Xuesong raised his eyebrows. When he went to the restroom, he saw a pair of white trousers that Wen Ci had worn that morning in his basin.

“……”

No way, they did it in just thirty minutes.

Wait, the thirty minutes included mealtime. Even if they left ten minutes, that still left twenty minutes.

Lu Xuesong calculated carefully. Jiang Yufeng was really fast!

He really shouldn’t judge a book by its cover. Could it be that he was indeed sexually indifferent, as Lu Xuesong had guessed before?

The nap time was not enough to sleep. Wen Ci got up from bed with a face full of resentment, went to the balcony to wash his face, and found Lu Xuesong there.

“What did you eat that made your mouth like this?”

Wen Ci pursed his lips, which were still warm and probably a bit swollen, and said in a low voice: “I didn’t eat anything…”

“You guys are quite playful. But I understand. At the beginning, Tao Peng and I were also uncontrollable. When our eyes met, it was as if we were naked in each other’s eyes.”

“……”

Wen Ci rubbed his face with both hands, and amidst the chaos, he hummed: “I’m still angry now, and I can dress myself.”

Lu Xuesong walked over: “Tao Peng has a basketball game tonight. I want to go to class and have meals with you together. How about that?”

Wen Ci nodded: “Okay.”

“By the way, the school sports meeting seems to be starting soon. The physical education committee member is collecting entries. Do you want to participate?”

As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Yufeng appeared on the balcony, only looking at Wen Ci: “Washing your face for so long, what are you talking about?”

Wen Ci lazily said: “School sports meeting, are you going to sign up?”

Jiang Yufeng: “No, I’m afraid of losing.”

“……Please put down your idol burden.” Wen Ci was a bit speechless.

“Haha, he’s the study committee member, and he already has enough credits.” Lu Xuesong was quite satisfied with Jiang Yufeng because he was the study committee member responsible for collecting homework. Except for drawing, Lu Xuesong copied the other homework very smoothly.

Lu Xuesong: “You don’t join any clubs, nor are you a class committee member. It’s hard to accumulate activity points this semester.”

Wen Ci was okay in sports, but he didn’t want to run, panting and out of breath. He was no longer a well-rounded high school student with moral, intellectual, physical, aesthetic, and labor education. He was just a college student who loved to eat a few bowls of rice.

Wen Ci asked: “I don’t know what to sign up for.”

“How about standing long jump? Once you’ve decided,” I’ll tell the physical education committee member.”

Wen Ci sincerely said: “Thank you.”

Tao Peng started urging at the door, Lu Xuesong said: “Then I’ll go first, you… don’t be late.”

After washing his face, Wen Ci felt much refreshed. When he was talking with Lu Xuesong just now, Jiang Yufeng kept staring at him, his eyes very focused, with a thoughtful meaning, and a bit of disapproval?

Very complicated, Wen Ci didn’t quite understand.

“Are you really not going to participate?”

“What is your relationship with Lu Xuesong?”

Both asked at the same time, Wen Ci was a bit bewildered: “Ah? Roommate relationship, what else could it be.”

Jiang Yufeng’s tone was calm: “I thought you two had a past before.”

“…………”

Such an outrageous imagination, it would be a pity not to write a novel.

“Of course not! It was him…” Wen Ci also felt that Lu Xuesong was really strange at the beginning of the school year, as if he was pursuing him, but he already had Tao Peng… Of course, Tao Peng was not a good person at first either.

As time went by, Wen Ci actually got used to them.

Jiang Yufeng actually didn’t care much. The past is the past, and now is now: “It’s good to make more friends, Lu Xuesong is very nice to you.”

The more people who are good to Wen Ci, the more willing Jiang Yufeng is.

Wen Ci nodded: “Not bad, mutual help, and Lu Xuesong’s personality is really quite good, there are also many people who like him on the confession wall, I like him too.”

The air suddenly became quiet, Jiang Yufeng slowly packed up his textbooks, his calm face slightly sank: “Your meaning is, you like his type?”

Wen Ci thought carefully: “I think it’s okay.”

Wen Ci said in a low voice: “If I were the one on top…”

He felt he couldn’t do the kind of thing on top, he didn’t know why, maybe it was a natural setting, but if he could try…

Wen Ci suddenly looked at Jiang Yufeng.

Too big, no way.

Jiang Yufeng’s hand holding the strap of the school bag slightly tightened, without thinking, he blurted out, “So if you were the one on top, you would have taken him.”

Wen Ci: “No, he has a boyfriend, I won’t be the other woman.”

“What if he didn’t have one.”

“Maybe… but the conditions don’t allow.” Wen Ci didn’t know why he was making assumptions, “Stop asking, it’s annoying.”

“Oh, you think it’s annoying just because I asked a little.” Jiang Yufeng drank a mouthful of cold water with ice cubes in the winter, calmed down for a moment, he was just teasing, and he didn’t care what type Wen Ci liked.

“…” Wen Ci hesitated to look at him, “What’s wrong with you, being so sarcastic.”

“No, I’m fine.”

“…………”

Jiang Yufeng said nonsense, couldn’t stop: “I’ve read a Korean manhwa, double star attack, also in the same dormitory, the attacker is very inferior, but has a good personality, over time, attracted the recipient, they often make love in the dormitory, constantly expressing I love you, later the parents found out, forced to separate, the recipient is also pregnant, oh, it turns out the recipient is also a double star, in order not to be aborted, run with the ball, a few years later, they met again… Not yet finished, still in serialization.”

“…………” What a mess, Wen Ci suddenly had a flash of inspiration, “Do you care about my attitude towards Lu Xuesong?”

Jiang Yufeng said calmly, “No, I just think your setting is quite a love-hate relationship, and I shed tears for your beautiful setting.”

“……”

Wen Ci put on his school bag, ready to go to class, he blinked his eyes: “You can cry?”

Jiang Yufeng walked to his side: “Do you really want to see me cry?”

Wen Ci looked at his face close at hand, inexplicably very attractive.

Jiang Yufeng changed his tone: “Do you want to see me cry?”

Wen Ci’s heart was shocked, once again controlled by the eyes were drifting, inexplicably dry mouth and tongue: “……A little bit.”

“If you’re too tight, I’ll really cry,” Jiang Yufeng leaned in a bit, the heat from his body rising incessantly, each word exuding a decaying sensuality.