CFL 61

“I don’t feel anything~”

Withdrawing his previous statement, Wen Ci’s mouth hung open, unable to close. Saliva flowed down the corner of his lips, dampening the bedsheet. He lay on his side, his breathing intermittent and his sentences incoherent.

Jiang Yufeng wiped the moisture from his face with the back of his hand: “Baby, what do you want to say? Tell me.”

Apart from those embarrassing cries, Wen Ci couldn’t utter another word.

Yes, it was Jiang Yufeng who couldn’t hold back first, but it was Wen Ci who cried, shouted, and begged for mercy.

The two fleshy buttocks were beaten until they turned pink and then bright red. The cat tail was also wet, the fluffy fur clumped together when moist, and then coagulated after drying.

Even considering the wound on his leg, he tried something he had never done before, so shameful that Wen Ci could clearly see his face turning red and his heart racing, watching himself as if being tortured.

“I, I’m fine…” Wen Ci didn’t want it to be like this. Tears from his eyes fell along the corners of his eyes, dripping one by one, “Xiaoyu, I don’t want it to be like this…”

Jiang Yufeng leaned over and blocked it tightly, a kiss that made Wen Ci see nothing of those, only feeling as if he was immersed in a bathtub, wrapped in warm water, with the delicate touch flowing over his skin.

Jiang Yufeng’s movements gradually became gentle, and even his panting softened.

“I’m not really angry,” Jiang Yufeng said with pity.

It was just that he found it hard to control himself in these matters.

Jiang Yufeng put on a gentlemanly smile: “Sorry, my desire is too strong, you have to bear with me.”

Wen Ci leaned in his arms, closed his eyes, and breathed up and down, as if on the brink of death.

Jiang Yufeng touched his chin with one hand, gently rubbing it, the delicate flesh, the warm touch, almost melting with his palm, like a piece of fine white jade, hard to part with.

Wen Ci’s tongue was squeezed out a bit, moist and sticky, licking at the tiger’s mouth, and then he spat out disgustedly: “It’s all water…”

Wen Ci pulled Jiang Yufeng’s hand down, stood up from the bathtub himself, and his naked body splashed water down, with few places on his delicate and fair skin that were not injured.

Jiang Yufeng also stood up, wrapped him with a large towel to prevent him from catching a cold.

Wen Ci’s nose was a bit itchy, and he was about to sneeze… Jiang Yufeng covered his mouth, and Wen Ci immediately held back.

“Why, you don’t even let me sneeze.”

“…” Angry Wen Ci was unreasonable, Jiang Yufeng explained, “If I don’t cover my mouth, it will be sneezed on me.”

“Oh…” Wen Ci felt a bit unsteady, looked at the position of the wound, the winter air was dry and cold, the wound healed slowly, and it was an ugly scar.

Wen Ci drooped his eyebrows and eyes: “It won’t leave a scar, will it?”

“No.” The wound had already started to scab, but it was not obvious. Jiang Yufeng squatted down, slowly stroked it with his hand, and unexpectedly kissed it.

Wen Ci didn’t move, just looked down at him, seriously confirming: “Do you really love me…”

Jiang Yufeng slightly raised his head and gave the answer: “You know.”

After cleaning the body, Jiang Yufeng asked: “Does it still hurt?”

Wen Ci: “It doesn’t hurt.”

“I’m asking about something else.”

Wen Ci still said the same thing, “I have a special talent.”

Like a spring with a large elasticity coefficient, it can hold a lot of things, with proper tension and relaxation.

When getting into bed, he glanced at the clock and saw that it was a little past two in the morning. Wen Ci, on the contrary, found it hard to fall asleep. He got out of bed and looked at Jiang Yufeng, who seemed to be asleep, with his arm still resting on Wen Ci’s side and his body facing Wen Ci’s direction.

Wen Ci had just taken two steps when a hoarse and deep voice came from behind.

“Xiao Bao^[1]…”

Wen Ci turned around and responded with an “Ah.”

“Where are you going.”

“I’m just looking at your room, I can’t sleep.” The transparent cabinet contained many handicrafts. Jiang Yufeng had said before that Wen Ci could take them out to look at any time, and now was the time.

Wen Ci tiptoed: “You sleep, I won’t disturb you, super quiet.”

“I’m not asleep, you say, I’ll listen.” Jiang Yufeng’s voice was clearly very scattered. He was probably very tired. He sent someone to the hospital in the morning, designed in the afternoon, although he didn’t design much, and in the evening… in the evening there was also an intense exercise.

Wen Ci: “What material is this carved from, it feels like wood, but is there such a color?”

“It’s not carved, this is porcelain…”

Wen Ci miraculously exclaimed “Wow.”

Wen Ci: “Teach me some skills, so that I can also make a living in the future without doing architecture.”

“Okay.”

“I want to eat the braised pork ribs you made tomorrow.”

“Okay.”

No matter what Wen Ci said, Jiang Yufeng would respond, although his voice was a bit weak.

Wen Ci closed the drawer, washed his hands, and then returned to bed, snuggling into Jiang Yufeng’s arms.

“Xiaoyu, you sleep.”

Only after Jiang Yufeng’s hand enveloped Wen Ci did he finally feel at ease and slowly fall asleep.

The next day, Wen Ci got to eat the fragrant braised pork ribs made by Jiang Yufeng as he wished. Zhao Shuran came over and tasted a piece: “Delicious, Xiaofeng rarely makes these things at home.”

Wen Ci knew he didn’t like to cook much: “He has made progress!”

“Hahaha, he used to be too busy and not often at home. Our meal times were not synchronized. He occasionally took time to go to the grocery store and have a bowl of noodles with me.”

Zhao Shuran had to go back to the grocery store in the afternoon to continue guarding it. Jiang Yufeng had also started discussing recruitment with Yun Anhe these days. Wen Ci saw their intention, it seemed they wanted to go back to District B in advance. The company was there, and there were more accumulated things after the year, which was more convenient.

Wen Ci increasingly felt that Jiang Yufeng would definitely stay there after graduation. Although they were in the same city, the development of the central area and the remote area was a world apart.

Wen Ci: “He will be alone there, he will definitely have to cook for himself, he can’t always eat takeout, it’s so unhealthy.”

Zhao Shuran: “He really would do that. He often skips meals. There’s a fridge full of cola. I’m very worried about him. Xiao Ci, you help me take care of him in the future.”

Wen Ci’s cheeks turned red: “Okay… I will take care of him.”

In the afternoon, Zhao Shuran’s medical report came out. She herself dared not look at it and directly took her phone to log in. Jiang Yufeng opened it and then handed it to Wen Ci.

Wen Ci took it foolishly: “This… are there any rules in your family?”

Jiang Yufeng tousled his hair, looked at the marks on his collar, and lifted it up: “No rules, just to show you.”

Wen Ci read it from beginning to end for a few minutes: “It seems there is a bit of anemia, that’s all.”

“Ah, I’ve always had a bit, is it gone? Really gone? No relapse or anything?” Zhao Shuran was nervous every year and asked the same question.

Jiang Yufeng took another look: “No, very healthy, try not to stay up late.”

Zhao Shuran immediately felt relieved.

After the person left, Jiang Yufeng cleaned the dishes. He didn’t eat much and went into the study. Wen Ci remembered Zhao Shuran’s words and asked him: “Are you full?”

“I had two zongzi for breakfast and a mooncake, and I haven’t digested them yet.”

So many greasy things.

Wen Ci deliberately touched his stomach: “The abs are all gone now.”

“Touch harder, preferably downwards…”

“…”

He was going to have an online meeting with the client and Yun Anhe later, Jiang Yufeng said: “I might go back early.”

As expected, but if he had to go back early, Wen Ci wouldn’t follow him. He had to go home for a while, as most of his luggage was still at home.

“Go by yourself?”

Jiang Yufeng was considering, his eyelids slightly lowered, and looked at the innocent-looking Wen Ci, and described indifferently: “Want to bring a considerate one, who can occasionally accompany the bed, accompany work, and accompany to relieve boredom.”

Wen Ci was stunned for a moment: “This is not work, this is looking for a wife.”

Jiang Yufeng pursed his lips: “You can’t accompany me.”

“That’s not possible, you are too clingy.” Wen Ci turned around and didn’t pay much attention to him.

Jiang Yufeng followed him, crossed the courtyard, and saw Wen Ci washing his hands outside, washing until his fingertips were red, and then slowly wiped them with a dry towel.

“Don’t you miss me?”

“Brother, we’ve only been apart for a few days, you’re leaving next week, we’re starting school the week after next, is there a difference?”

Wen Ci felt he was more normal, just a week apart, there was no previous notion of dying to stay, Wen Ci couldn’t help but think, has he already passed the honeymoon period?

“But I miss you, I will miss you a lot.” Jiang Yufeng said sweet nothings with a poker face, always feeling a bit creepy.

Wen Ci was silent for a moment: “You have an ulterior motive in your words.”

“I want to cancel the agreement not to do it before the start of school.”

Wen Ci couldn’t help but change his expression, and pulled his hand back: “I will be spoiled.”

Jiang Yufeng wrapped his hand again, pressing it against his own body: “How could I spoil you? What should I do when I miss you? I don’t know what to do either.”

Jiang Yufeng’s body reaction was much more honest than his brain. He rarely delved into what liking really was, because once he fell into thinking, he would fall into an endless abyss and be unable to extricate himself. He needed to maintain a certain rationality to control his behavior. Jiang Yufeng’s eyes and brain only looked at Wen Ci, purely wanting Wen Ci to stay by his side forever.

Wen Ci stared blankly at Jiang Yufeng’s slightly bewildered expression, leaned to his side, and was put into his overcoat by a warm hand: “There’s no need to do anything, don’t be anxious, just call me when you miss me, I will contact you every day, Xiaoyu don’t worry.”

The voice was as soft as snow.

There was no dishwasher in the courtyard. Wen Ci accompanied him to clean the bowls and chopsticks in the kitchen, and then sent Jiang Yufeng into the study to have a good meeting.

Wen Ci went back to the room, wrapped in a soft blanket sitting on the bed, took out his phone and started to edit his diary.

Wen Ci didn’t log in every day, just like last time when he had a stomachache, he didn’t have time to record it…

This time when he logged in, he found that he had received several likes, and they were all from the same person, who liked every post and followed him.

id name: ivw

The ip address is the same as his, and the id, well, the id doesn’t seem to make much sense.

He suspected that it was someone he knew, otherwise it wouldn’t be so coincidental.

Wen Ci clicked into the person’s avatar and found that this person’s big-eyed number was opened earlier than his.

Personal profile writes: Don’t click in, be careful to be shown up by me.

Wen Ci: “……”

Wen Ci is now very suspicious that the owner of this number is Jiang Yufeng’s, but he has no evidence!

After all, only based on the same ip and liking his posts, these two pieces of evidence are not enough to prove it, it is necessary to see what the other party wrote, in case of misinjury.

Wen Ci decided to look through this person’s number completely, and filtered the time, starting to record from the end of last year.

In September, a total of two were sent.

September xx.

Two fools, one idiot.

September xx.

A directionally challenged idiot, originally wanted to go to the experimental building, but still went back to the dormitory.

From October to December, no messages were sent until the New Year’s Day holiday.

January xx.

Together, the heart is inexplicably happy, can’t understand.

January xx.

Being together proves that I like him very much.

January xx.

Want to have sex.

January xx.

Sex failed, he was afraid of pain, had to be gentle.

January xx.

Want to do.

January xx.

Want.

Wen Ci flipped for a long time, until——

January xx.

Did it, felt great, the scalp was about to explode, wanted to be his dog.

January xx.

Didn’t do it.

January xx.

The New Year has come, have to be separated.

End of January.

Didn’t separate, but started to think, want to do.

Early February.

Did it, because he came to find me, although it was unexpected, the unexpected is beautiful, proving that we are a perfect match.

February xx.

He gave me a nickname, not good-looking, whatever.

February xx.

Can’t do it before school starts.

February xx.

The baby is fat, which is a good thing, it would be better to be fatter.

The latest one was last night.

Suddenly found that I can’t sleep without holding him, no matter how sleepy.

Wen Ci followed this person with his hand, sent crazy private messages, and bombed his backstage.

【I followed you I followed you!】

【I found out it was you I found out it was you!】

【You are in a meeting, I know you are in a meeting.】

【After you finish the meeting, I will kiss you to death.】

【I can’t wait, you quickly deal with me!】

【ivw: Really in a meeting.】

Wen Ci looked at this message for a long time, hugged his face with a blanket, and kept rubbing it, making his hair messy.

【I want to kiss you to death>3<「kisskiss」】

【ivw: Come over.】