CFL 45

Wen Ci’s shoulders tensed into a ninety-degree angle, his eyes widened with curiosity, sparkling like shattered starlight. After a moment, he whispered, “The number seems to have… well, it’s almost… it should be stable now… You’re really amazing.”

Beads of sweat dotted Wen Ci’s nose: “Uh… it seems to have increased by another 0.1.”

Like a sword resting on an iron rack, burning and scorching hot, the muscles were covered with veins, creating a sticky desire.

The two were too close, and Wen Ci felt that if he just lowered his head a bit, he could… He bit his lip. With this size, it’s better not to. To preserve his life, Wen Ci decided not to show his trembling side in front of Jiang Yufeng.

He wanted to be the purest flower in this dormitory…

In fact, his little tricks were not enough to impress Jiang Yufeng.

After teasing enough, what next… Can it naturally go down?

Wen Ci looked up in confusion: “What should I do, do you have to endure it?”

“Use your hand.” Jiang Yufeng grabbed his wrist and guided him.

Wen Ci looked like he had never done any work, his family pampered him, his fingers were slender and delicate, each curve fitting perfectly, as tender as tofu.

Jiang Yufeng’s Adam’s apple rolled hotly for a moment: “I don’t seem to have heard you mention anything about your family.”

Wen Ci frowned slightly, his face flushed and his heart racing as he spoke: “I’m an orphan, adopted by my parents when I was less than a year old. There’s nothing much to say.”

Jiang Yufeng: “Press down.”

Wen Ci’s fingertips pressed down, and he still looked bewildered, “You…”

Jiang Yufeng: “Adopted?”

“Mm-hmm…”

“Have you ever thought about finding out about your own background?”

“No, I’m fine now. I was unwanted at birth, and they just didn’t want me.” Wen Ci muttered, “But when I was young and naive in elementary school, I wondered why they didn’t want me. As I grew up, I didn’t want to know anymore. It’s meaningless, and my parents would be hurt if they knew. Don’t tell them when you meet my parents in the future.”

His hands were dirty.

Wen Ci heard the heavy, damp panting swirling above his head. He glanced up slightly, and Jiang Yufeng’s eyes, like a dense fog, lowered and kissed the middle of Wen Ci’s lips, stirring his tongue and grinding it once. Their breaths were moist and intertwined, their nasal breaths scorching, making it impossible to distinguish between them.

“Ah ha…”

“Ugh… uh.”

When Wen Ci swallowed, he could hardly tell whether it was his own saliva or Jiang Yufeng’s…

Jiang Yufeng took him to wash his hands, their hands rubbing against each other to create bubbles, which were slippery when inserted through the gaps between their fingers.

Jiang Yufeng: “Are you more familiar with me now?”

“Mm… there’s so much.”

Jiang Yufeng half-lowered his gaze, his profile cast in heavy shadows, seemingly preoccupied: “I want to know more about you.”

“Me?” Wen Ci was surprised, “I’ve said everything I can say.”

“Every little detail.”

…

After washing up, Jiang Yufeng sighed, “I’m really tired.”

The last time was the same; after they were done, Jiang Yufeng directly had low blood sugar… Wen Ci was at a loss for words: “Bro, you’re so weak.”

Jiang Yufeng quietly looked at him, the narrow balcony only had their two figures, that gaze was full of a sense of judgment, making Wen Ci feel like he would be held on the washing table and forced to spread his legs… It was late at night, and it seemed very suitable to do something naughty.

No, they had already… done it.

“I’m not weak, I’m just tired.” Jiang Yufeng explained very seriously and calmly, “I had full classes during the day, meetings and drawing revisions at night, and had to rush back before eleven. I saw you sleeping like a pig, and you couldn’t be woken up. I said goodnight, did you hear it?”

Wen Ci’s face turned rosy: “Say it again, I can hear it.”

Jiang Yufeng lifted his waist, holding him vertically and carrying him back to the dormitory. Wen Ci’s thigh was half-sitting on his arm, and this hugging posture was a bit like holding a child.

Although Wen Ci looked very thin, he was tall, and his weight wouldn’t be light, but Jiang Yufeng still easily supported him, truly a remarkable person.

After washing his hands and face, he seemed much fresher. Wen Ci didn’t protest much and was pulled onto the bed again. He buried himself in Jiang Yufeng’s arm, his cheeks puffed up, like a fish blowing bubbles.

The bed was so crowded, it was really enough.

What was wrong with Jiang Yufeng, did he like to squeeze around so much?

Eventually, Wen Ci would have to sleep on top of Jiang Yufeng again, which was actually quite comfortable, except that the muscles were a bit hard…

Jiang Yufeng held Wen Ci’s arms and positioned him correctly, as if playing with a doll.

Wen Ci didn’t move, his body soft and compliant with his actions.

“Wanting to understand a person is not as simple as just chatting verbally.” Jiang Yufeng pressed on his lower back, “The body and spirit are also part of it, perhaps a place more honest than my mouth.”

…

Jiang Yufeng held him and lay down, his palm on Wen Ci’s furry occipital area. The bed was crowded, and they warmed each other in their embrace, creating a very cozy scene.

Wen Ci whispered, “Actually, no matter what you do, it’s okay, I don’t mind.”

Jiang Yufeng was about to fall asleep, but upon hearing this, he slightly opened his eyelids.

“My dear, if you have questions in the future, just ask, don’t torment me.”

Upon hearing this, Wen Ci became excited and chattered, unable to sleep. He smiled with his eyes and eyebrows curved, having a somewhat alluring feeling: “That depends on your performance.”

Jiang Yufeng’s eyelids were extremely tired, but he forced himself to half-open his eyes, looked at him for a while, then pressed on his occipital area and gently kissed the corner of his lips.

It was a half-pressing position on Wen Ci, just a simple lip-to-lip touch, and then gradually there was no movement. Wen Ci found that Jiang Yufeng fell asleep while kissing.

It’s so funny… Wen Ci instinctively moved closer and found that Jiang Yufeng’s lips were warm and soft, completely opposite to his cold personality.

On Sunday, Wen Ci was woken up by being poked, because he had fallen asleep on top of Jiang Yufeng again, completely using him as a mattress. Fortunately, he didn’t drool.

Wen Ci turned over, and Jiang Yufeng covered him with the quilt. Wen Ci’s eyes were still sleepy: “Are you going out?”

“Mm, I’ll come back with you to see the New Year tonight.”

Wen Ci opened his eyes: “Haha, this sentence is so fresh.”

Jiang Yufeng: “…”

During the New Year’s holiday weekend, Jiang Yufeng almost had to go out every time. Originally, he thought of taking Wen Ci with him, but since it was boring in the dormitory anyway, he was refused.

Wen Ci is not an accessory to anyone; he also has his own things to do.

His weakness is drawing, and he has to practice privately. However, architecture is mainly about design ideas, and he actually has a lot of insights in this regard, but he can’t learn such in-depth knowledge in the first year for the time being.

No wonder Jiang Yufeng said that as long as you don’t fail in the first year, it’s fine.

Wen Ci spent the whole morning seriously and finished most of the theoretical homework. It was very simple, especially the three subjects of building materials, architectural mechanics, and architectural history, which were simply at his fingertips.

It was just the quick sketch… He had already let himself go, but the effect was even better.

After he finished drawing, he took a photo and sent it to Jiang Yufeng. Unexpectedly, Jiang Yufeng replied immediately.

[Wen Ci: Grade it.]

[Jiang Yufeng: Eleven points.]

[Wen Ci: I don’t even have sixty!]

[Jiang Yufeng: The full mark is ten points.]

Wen Ci was stunned for a moment, then laughed for a long time, and then took a screenshot and saved it – he wanted to post it on his Moments, but he had to block many people…

Q//Q space, he hasn’t played for a long time, and there are still his non-mainstream period comments on it.

“Blood-licking people have a strong fate, and brilliance is predestined by heaven.”

“Not entangling with you does not mean I am afraid, but I am afraid that I can’t let go.”

Wen Ci: “…”

Forget it, let’s forget the black history.

If it can’t be helped, don’t open Pandora’s box.

Finally decided to register a new account on Big Eyes, to record the daily life with his boyfriend.

Wen Ci began to edit the text content.

On the second day of confirming the relationship, still in the excited state, but actually before this, I had many misunderstandings with him, and we didn’t understand each other very well, half a boyfriend? (I don’t know if there is such a saying dT-Tb), anyway, get out of the ambiguous relationship.

I once thought it would take a long time for me to agree to be with him, but after he confessed, I couldn’t help it haha, anyway, even if we break up in the future, I won’t regret it「dog head」

This is my first time in love, this is my first love「happy kiss」

My quick sketch is not good, he draws very well, I heard that those who are close to ink are black and those who are close to vermilion are red, maybe, maybe I will also become better, the following is my boyfriend’s score for me.

Mask the avatar and remarks, upload the picture.

After Wen Ci posted, he just put it aside and didn’t care, and would record a little when he had time later.

Switch to the class group, there are already 99+ discussions, all talking about the flu this time, many students have a fever.

The number of leave applications is so large that the counselor mentions the precautions three times a day in the group, it’s almost the end of the term, don’t let the flu delay the exam and affect the grades.

Before Wen Ci could finish reading, Lu Xuesong sent him a photo of himself, which was a thermometer.

The picture shows 38.2 degrees.

[Lu Xuesong: I just arrived at the hotel, who understands? Who understands!!!]

Through the text, one can already feel Lu Xuesong’s despair.

[Wen Ci: It seems that you can only rest well in the hotel, is Tao Peng okay?]

[Lu Xuesong: Climbing on the roof and tearing off the tiles, jumping around (smiling)]

Not only is he desperate, but he also has a strong sense of resentment.

[Wen Ci: Let Tao Peng take good care of you, at least you are not alone.]

[Lu Xuesong: (cry.jpg)]

[Lu Xuesong: My New Year’s plan is all gone, I want to cry so much.]

[Wen Ci: Don’t cry, spending New Year’s Eve in the hotel is also very special, if you post on Moments, I will be the first to like it.]

[Lu Xuesong: …]

The winter flu is really very rampant, it seems to come every year, but generally it will get much better before the Spring Festival, the Spring Festival seems to have its own shield, sweeping away all the bad things and welcoming the New Year.

Wen Ci was a little worried, and reminded Jiang Yufeng on his mobile phone to wear a mask when going out.

Ten minutes later, Jiang Yufeng’s message came late.

[Jiang Yufeng: I may not go back to the dormitory tonight.]

[Wen Ci: Don’t hide it from me.]

[Jiang Yufeng: A little cough.]

Wen Ci’s heart sank, he must have caught it!!

[Jiang Yufeng: Don’t come over, if you get sick, I will have to take care of you.]

To a certain extent, the two of them still understood each other very well… Wen Ci put down his hand that was packing his small school bag.

[Wen Ci: Buy some medicine and go back, pay attention to the situation tonight, don’t have a fever.]

[Wen Ci: I will call you tonight, don’t get sick.]

[Jiang Yufeng: Don’t be afraid, don’t worry.]

Wen Ci blinked.

[Jiang Yufeng: I won’t die, nor will I die so easily]

[Wen Ci: …]

How is it more secondary than the content of his penguin space >w<.

That’s what he said, but Wen Ci didn’t feel well after having dinner in the cafeteria, he liked to eat meat in large bites so much, but he couldn’t eat much tonight, and he was already thinking about how to sneak out of school.

Adhering to the principle of not wasting food, Wen Ci still slowly ate bite by bite, by this time the sky had darkened, the clouds had transformed into lace-like layers, Wen Ci stopped to watch for a while. When he looked away, he saw Yun Anhe standing across from him, waving.

“I originally planned to go to your dormitory to get something, Jiang Yufeng didn’t take the key to his rental house, I’m bringing it to him.”

In addition to using a key, the rental house can also be unlocked with a password, and bringing a key is probably just in case.

Wen Ci was anxious: “How is he?”

“He’s fine, don’t worry, he has a good physique, but I think he might have a low fever, you don’t have to bother him, let him stay alone, he likes to be alone when he’s sick, I don’t understand.”

Yun Anhe thought of something and instructed: “He asked me to tell you not to worry.”

“I am a bit worried, just in case he is too uncomfortable.”

“It’s normal to feel uncomfortable when you’re sick.”

Wen Ci didn’t feel comforted by this, and from Yun Anhe’s words, he concluded that Jiang Yufeng must be very uncomfortable now.

Yun Anhe went up to the dormitory to take the key and the USB drive and left, Wen Ci sat alone in front of the table, thought for a moment, repacked his small school bag, and set off secretly.

Wen Ci first went to the pharmacy to buy some antipyretics and sore throat medicine, and after telling the pharmacy owner about the recent flu problem, the owner directly took out the commonly sold medicine recently.

When Wen Ci walked to the building, Yun Anhe probably just finished delivering the items and came downstairs, he walked to the side of a pillar to avoid him, and then slipped into the elevator.

After realizing it, Wen Ci wondered why he had to avoid Yun Anhe…

There were few people at this time, Wen Ci went up to the eighth floor, and saw that both doors were tightly closed, he remembered the password to open the door and go in, the living room was spacious and quiet, the shoes in the entrance hall were placed on one side, Jiang Yufeng’s slippers were not there.

He should be in the bedroom.

Wen Ci put down the plastic bag with the medicine, and for the first time came to the door of the master bedroom, it felt a bit strange to look at it, holding the cold handle and turning it, it couldn’t be turned, it was locked.

“!”

Wen Ci was stunned for a moment, did Jiang Yufeng lock himself inside? No way, why lock it…

The next second, he heard the rustling sound coming from the second bedroom, Wen Ci turned around and walked in the direction of the second bedroom, and turned the door handle.

Jiang Yufeng was sitting on the bed, one leg was bent, hanging Wen Ci’s clothes, without wearing a top, his shoulders and neck were taut like a bow, the muscles with clear lines rose and fell faintly with his breathing, and his cool and graceful lips opened and closed, breathing.

Knowing that he didn’t want him to come, Wen Ci said in a muffled voice: “I’m here.”

Jiang Yufeng was silent, barefoot on the ground, stepping on the cold tile floor, he opened the bedroom door and went out.

Wen Ci was stunned, did he not want to be under the same roof with him… His eyes were sour, and he followed out: “I came to see you, don’t drive me away…”

Jiang Yufeng was looking for something in the drawer, Wen Ci pulled the rope of the small school bag, his eyes were red, and he muttered repeatedly: “I don’t want to leave.”

As soon as the words fell, Jiang Yufeng tore open the packaging, turned around, and hung the ropes on both ears of Wen Ci, and put on the mask.

The scorching fingertip temperature rubbed against the sensitive and soft back of Wen Ci’s ear, Jiang Yufeng exhaled a breath of hot air, and his voice was hoarse: “Just hug for a while.”

Wen Ci’s eyes were completely red, and he was very wronged: “I thought you were driving me away.”

“No.” Jiang Yufeng buried his head in his shoulder nest, lingering and infatuated with his smell, “No.”

Jiang Yufeng hugged tightly: “Miss you very much.”

Jiang Yufeng expressionlessly repeated: “Especially miss.”

Wen Ci wiped a bit of moisture from the corner of his eye on his bare shoulder, patted his back, and it was very hot: “Have you taken medicine?”

“Taken.” Jiang Yufeng took off his school bag, and touched his hand, which was cold.

But Wen Ci’s hand was quickly warmed up.

The medicine didn’t work, Wen Ci pulled Jiang Yufeng back to the bed, and prepared to collect the clothes on the bed, not knowing what was wrong with Jiang Yufeng, he put his clothes all over here…

Jiang Yufeng swept all the clothes back into his arms with one arm: “Can’t take away.”

Wen Ci, wearing a mask, had a muffled voice: “I’ll hug you, don’t hold my clothes, hold me.”

Jiang Yufeng’s voice was light: “Can’t infect you.”

“It won’t, I’m in good health, you’re still burning now, I’ll make you some porridge, and then take some medicine, if you don’t want to go to the hospital, let’s not go, okay?”

Jiang Yufeng gave up the pile of clothes and turned to circle Wen Ci’s shoulders, “Want to kiss you.”

Wen Ci slightly lowered his head, feeling that every word and sentence he said was scorching.

Wen Ci’s eyes were already wet, and he looked at him eagerly: “Is it very uncomfortable, when you get better, I’ll kiss you.”

Jiang Yufeng loosened the distance, lay on his side on the pillow, his forehead was sweaty, and his tone was very light: “It’s so hot, want to take off my pants.”

Wen Ci was stunned for a moment, and then looked at the place of his long trousers, which had already revealed the edge of the underwear, the V-shaped line gradually extended downwards, until the invisible place, there were also one or two fierce and winding veins.

Even when he was sick and uncomfortable, he was still so flirtatious.

Jiang Yufeng reached out and wiped away the moisture from the corner of Wen Ci’s eye: “Don’t cry, I’m not uncomfortable anymore now that you’re here.”

Wen Ci had a slight nasal voice, not very obvious: “I’m not crying, I’m just excited, you lie down, I’ll make you some porridge, you must have taken medicine on an empty stomach, it’s very bad for your stomach.”

Wen Ci started to chatter nervously: “I have to see how to make some porridge, eat something hot in your stomach, wait half an hour before taking antipyretics, I’ll make it for you, don’t get up, it should be very soon, are you hungry now?”

Jiang Yufeng stared at him very focused, his eyes were dark, and his lips were a bit red, probably because of the high fever.

“Not hungry.”

“Not hungry, you have to drink something hot.” Wen Ci muttered and went out the door, he could still use the rice cooker to make some porridge, but it didn’t taste good.

Wen Ci took off the cumbersome coat, revealing the sweater inside, rolled up the cuffs and began to wash rice.

While Wen Ci was still focused on looking at the water level, he was suddenly hugged by a pair of arms from behind, a scorching body covered him, with a heavy breath, buried in the back of his neck.

Wen Ci gritted his teeth and endured it, covered the rice cooker, and then turned around with difficulty in this constantly contracting embrace: “Can’t you just lie down properly?”

His eyes were sharp and stern, his contour was hard and profound, and his breath was scorching: “I can’t calm down, I miss you so much that I’m a bit anxious.”

Jiang Yufeng seemed to be forcing himself to calm down, muttering to himself, as if speaking to himself: “I know you’re here, I know.”

Wen Ci didn’t plan to leave and stayed overnight.

Jiang Yufeng had no appetite, eating two bites and stopping for ten, at this speed, it would probably take until dawn to finish this small bowl of porridge.

Wen Ci improved efficiency and fed him directly: “Suck, come on, eat some.”

“Ah… used to it, I made a mistake, come on, come on.”

Jiang Yufeng’s gaze was calm and dim, as gentle and warm as soft words, as if telling something very precious: “I was just thinking about your crying face all the time.”

Wen Ci blinked, and the action of holding the spoon stopped.

Jiang Yufeng slowly lowered his head and took a small bite.

Jiang Yufeng lowered his eyes, his crow feather-like eyelashes trembled slightly, and his face was unusually calm: “I’ve been thinking about it all the time, my heart beats very fast, faster than when I have a fever.”

Wen Ci couldn’t say what he felt, his palms were sweaty, and he had a desire to kiss Jiang Yufeng, he was infected.

Wen Ci turned his head: “Flattery.”

Jiang Yufeng laughed in a low voice: “So this is flattery, it seems I’ve only said it to you.”

Wen Ci wiped his fingers over his features: “Alright, alright, I know.”

Jiang Yufeng held his hand and spoke softly: “I’m very hot now.”

Wen Ci put down the spoon, touched his forehead and neck, which were indeed still scorching, “Eat two more bites, then we’ll take medicine, you lie down for a while, and you’ll have a fever when you wake up.”

Jiang Yufeng: “My body is hot, I can’t control it, especially when I think about your expression when you’re about to cry, seeing you feeding me, you said you wanted to hug me, to kiss me, my blood is boiling, burning along the marrow, spreading all over my body.”

Wen Ci blinked in confusion, what was he talking about…

Bro, why are you so non-mainstream.

Wen Ci: “Can you speak in plain language.”

“I have a physiological reaction.”

Wen Ci: “…”

Is this plain language!

The topic changed too fast, completely couldn’t keep up.

Jiang Yufeng was bare-chested, probably felt very hot, but didn’t sweat a drop, his trousers were also loosely worn without a proper shape, Wen Ci didn’t look carefully before, and now found that his trousers were almost falling off.

Wen Ci was stunned: “Why…”

Jiang Yufeng explained: “Because I’m sick.”

“…” Wen Ci couldn’t help but ask: “Did you do this when you had a fever before?”

“It depends on the situation, being sick and forced to stay at home, doing nothing easily makes one anxious, can’t do anything, very stressful, very uncomfortable, want to find other pleasures to calm down, probably because you’re here, it’s easier to have other thoughts…”

Jiang Yufeng himself seemed not to understand very well: “Thinking about us being together makes me feel so good.”

“…”

Bro, your reflex arc is too long, they have confirmed their relationship for more than twenty-four hours!

Jiang Yufeng indifferently: “Want to make fun of.”

A sense of humidity inexplicably arose in the air, Wen Ci felt like he was about to have a fever.

“Well, use your hand…”

“I used to use my hand.”

“Can’t do it now?” Wen Ci felt that Jiang Yufeng might plan to use himself, and it seemed like, if he remembered correctly, they had just…

It seems that Jiang Yufeng said he would do it more than eight times a week is not a lie, it’s for real.

The petals are going to be worn out, and the iron rod is going to be ground into a needle…

Jiang Yufeng: “Too much rushing will make me feel bored, you’re here, I want to do something else.”

Wen Ci lowered his head and began to look for medicine in the plastic bag: “Should retreat the charm…”

Jiang Yufeng said seriously.

“I’ll just rub, not go in.”

Wen Ci: “…”