"I can't promise you a long-term relationship, that would be too damn sentimental. But Feifei, we've been together for so many years, we've practically grown up together, I've never thought about breaking up with you."
He cupped his face in his hands.
“I think we’re fine as we are now, and I really want to keep going like this. I’m afraid to think about the future, and I’m afraid that my parents will find out and disagree, and then I’ll have to break up with you.”
He kissed her, a sigh escaping between their intertwined lips.
"I fucking don't want to break up with you, not at all. I'm willing to try harder for you. Remember, this isn't something you forced me to do. I won't hate you. I love you and cherish you too much."
Shen Zhifei wrapped her arms around his waist and twisted her body forcefully to press him down beneath her.
Their lips parted briefly, and Song Lang hooked his arms around Shen Zhifei's neck for another kiss, his legs wrapping around Shen Zhifei's waist as well.
"Damn it, fuck me, it would be best if you fucked me to death, then I wouldn't have so many worries."
"Leave your worries to me, you just need to focus on loving me," Shen Zhifei said in a hoarse voice. "Don't let go of my hand, Song Lang, you promised."
"Whoever loosens the reins is a grandson."
Song Lang hurriedly tried to take off Shen Zhifei's pants, but his hand was held down.
Shen Zhifei pressed him down and, under his bewildered gaze, picked up the medical examination papers scattered nearby.
"Let me correct your grammar."
Song Lang's brow twitched, and he gritted his teeth: "Are you sure you want to tell me this now?"
Shen Zhifei laughed and said, "One mistake, and I'll punish you once."
Chapter 49
"Although both 'that' and 'which' can introduce relative clauses, 'which' must follow the preposition, not 'that'."
Shen Zhifei corrected him seriously, but his hand reached into Song Lang's pants and did something indecent.
Song Lang was covered in sweat, his soul completely captivated by that cool and nimble hand.
"Brother, be serious."
His fingers lightly brushed across the groove at the tip, pressing down on the moist little hole, causing Song Lang to arch his back and tremble slightly.
Shen Zhifei asked, "What are some common prepositions?"
"Damn it, can't you just give me a quick death?"
Song Lang held his head and tried to kiss him, his lower body also moving restlessly, his eyes no longer sharp, the tips of which were red.
"Don't rush things. I'll help you reinforce your understanding and solidify your knowledge."
Shen Zhifei pressed one hand against his sweaty forehead and lowered his head to kiss his Adam's apple.
"As a reminder, commonly used prepositions include to, about, f..."
"Fuck!"
Song Lang spat and cursed, then rolled over and forcefully pinned Shen Zhifei to the bed. The wooden bed in the dormitory creaked loudly.
He disregarded everything and tried to pull down Shen Zhifei's pants, angrily saying, "I'll give you special treatment today."
How do I open it?
Shen Zhifei slipped his hand inside Song Lang's pants, lightly patted his buttocks, and smiled.
"We don't have any tools right now, brother, are you really willing to let me hurt?"
"Fuck!"
Song Lang surrendered, straddling Shen Zhifei and biting his collarbone, muttering, "You fucking know how to act cute, huh?"
Shen Zhifei tilted her head and kissed his ear: "He'll still act wildly on you."
"Then come on, you bastard! What's with keeping me hanging like this?"
Song Lang pressed his hips down, his hard erection pressing against Shen Zhifei. With each movement, the bed board responded with a rhythmic accompaniment from below.
Shen Zhifei patted his back with a smile: "Baby, are you going to call the dorm supervisor?"
"What should we do then!" Song Lang grabbed his hand and pulled it into his pants. "Feifei, put in a little more effort."
"Wait a minute," Shen Zhifei handed him the English test paper, "Let's find another place for tutoring."
The two wrestled until they reached the small desks placed side by side in the dormitory. Shen Zhifei swept the books off the desks and placed Song Lang on them.
With his pants down, Shen Zhifei grabbed Song Lang and kissed his chest while coaxing him, "Correct your grammar and read it aloud, let me see if it's right."
"Hiss, so this can't be resolved, huh... Hmm..."
Song Lang suddenly took a deep breath, looked down at the head buried between his legs, and his eyes became much darker.
He supported his body with one hand behind him and grabbed Shen Zhifei's hair with the other, his movements rising and falling with each breath.
Shen Zhifei looked up at him, slapped him on the butt, and stopped moving.
Song Lang was only thinking about pleasure and wanted to thrust a few times, but he was gently bitten. He gasped and picked up the two pages to check with trembling hands.