Their chests heaved as they exchanged a long, tender kiss in the afterglow of their climax.
Like small animals licking each other's wounds, they huddled together in this little world, where only their lips and tongues could comfort each other.
After a long while, Shen Zhifei pulled away a little. Song Lang lingered and chased after him, giving him a light peck on the corner of his lips before burying his head in Shen Zhifei's sweater collar.
He felt a tightness in his chest, so tight that he could hardly breathe.
After the passion faded, morality and ethics surged in like a tsunami, almost destroying all his emotional barriers with overwhelming force.
He could claim that he was half-forced by Shen Zhifei regarding the unspeakable midday affair last time, that he was confused and acted rashly due to being infatuated. But what about this time?
What other excuses could he possibly have?
"Feifei." He nestled his head into Shen Zhifei's neck, his voice sounding even more muffled.
"Mm," Shen Zhifei replied, having mentally prepared himself.
He didn't expect that two masturbations would make Song Lang accept homosexuality and his twisted feelings.
He was willing to use his body as bait to gradually arouse Song Lang's lust, love, and possessiveness towards him.
If Song Lang still can't accept it in the end, then he... will have no choice but to use even tougher and more despicable methods to keep Song Lang by his side.
He wanted Song Lang, and he didn't care what means he used.
“Feifei,” Song Lang called him again, his emotions a complex mix, “I’m so sorry, I don’t know what the hell is going on…”
Shen Zhifei lowered her eyes to look at the fluffy head on her neck, her hand hovering just three centimeters from the tip of the hair. After hesitating for a moment, she finally held back.
He patted Song Lang on the back, "It's okay."
If Song Lang were to look up at this moment, he would surely see the undisguised heartache on Shen Zhifei's face.
But he kept his head bowed low, like a child who had done something wrong, looking terrified and helpless.
“I didn’t mean to, but I just couldn’t control myself, damn it—” He gripped Shen Zhifei’s clothes tightly, took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled before continuing, “I followed you here because I didn’t want you to contact him.”
Shen Zhifei paused, and Song Lang finally looked up at him.
The two separated slightly, but the distance between them was still much closer than usual.
"I never expected this to happen. I... I'm so sorry."
Song Lang looked confused and guilty. In his opinion, he had taken advantage of Shen Zhifei. Knowing his sexual orientation, he still pounced on him and did this. What else could it be but taking advantage?
"I already said it's okay, brother, don't blame yourself like this."
Shen Zhifei shook his head, took some toilet paper from the side to wipe away the white, cloudy liquid, and helped Song Lang put on his pants and tighten his belt. He lifted his eyelids to look at the uneasy face and smiled, "The atmosphere is right, everyone's just getting carried away, don't take it to heart."
Song Lang felt even worse.
He gripped his wrist, his throat aching, and hesitated to speak.
I really want to ask him why he can be so nonchalant. Is it that Shen Zhifei has never taken their unusual intimacy to heart? Then who is the person that Shen Zhifei keeps in his heart? Song Xianji?
Countless thoughts flashed through Song Lang's mind, and he felt a throbbing pain in his temples.
He should be more concerned about whether he is straight or gay, whether he is a "human" or a "beast" now, why is he still thinking about Shen Zhifei and Song Xianji?
Song Lang didn't want to delve deeper; he was afraid he couldn't bear the answer.
"Brother?" Shen Zhifei waved his hand in front of Song Lang's eyes to bring him back to his senses. "Wash your face and go out first. Don't let them look for you."
"Oh, oh." Song Lang smelled the fishy smell on Shen Zhifei's palm, his face flushed again, he quickly ran to the sink, splashed some cold water on his head, and then hurriedly went to open the door.
He couldn't remember the door being locked from the inside. He pressed the handle and shook it a few times but couldn't open the door. He started cursing under his breath.
Shen Zhifei sighed helplessly, came behind him, put one hand on his shoulder, and placed the other hand on Song Lang's hand that was pressing the doorknob.
With a flick of his finger, the lock clicked open, and he pressed Song Lang's hand down and pushed it outwards, opening the door.
Song Lang didn't dare to look back. He rushed out of the bathroom like the wind and disappeared from Shen Zhifei's sight.
Shen Zhifei closed the door again, locked it, stared at his right palm for a long time, and then used water to rinse off the remaining liquid little by little.
He opened the bathroom cabinet and took out the phone that Song Lang had thrown in.
The screen showed 7 missed calls and nearly 40 unread messages, all from Song Xianji.
The latest unread message looks like this.
[Song Xianji]: ? ? ? What's going on? You asked me to call you, but you didn't answer. What's the meaning of this?! Hello? Are we going to meet up or not? I'm still waiting for your reply!
Shen Zhifei thought for a moment and replied with a message: "About, after the New Year, before the start of the semester, specific time to be determined."
Soon, Song Xianji replied: Thank goodness, you finally responded! Okay, no problem! You set the time, I'll book the room!
Shen Zhifei remained expressionless, cleared all of Song Xianji's messages, put his phone back in his pocket, and walked out.
Song Lang sat on the living room sofa, not returning to the room filled with the restless atmosphere of youth. When Shen Zhifei came out, he coughed awkwardly and cleared his throat before saying, "Did you receive Teacher Li's message? The dojo will be closed for the holiday this afternoon and will not reopen until the sixth day of the new year."
"Hmm." Shen Zhifei walked over, but instead of sitting next to Song Lang, she sat on a single seat in the corner and asked, "Are you going home?"
"Wait, wait a bit," Song Lang said, trying to sound casual. "There's no one home right now, it's kind of boring."
Actually, he was afraid that if he and Shen Zhifei were alone together at home, it would be even more awkward, or they might do something even more outrageous.
"That--"
Shen Zhifei thought for a moment, then turned around and picked up his schoolbag from the floor next to the sofa. He took out a test paper and placed it in front of Song Lang. He handed him the pen and said, "Take a test. Only do the fill-in-the-blank questions. I'll time you."
Song Lang's face fell. Despite his reluctance, he felt uneasy and reluctantly took the pen.
As expected, they failed all ten questions in 30 minutes.
Shen Zhifei said seriously, "Brother, your mind is not at peace."
Song Lang really wanted to curse right now. He was so upset because of Shen Zhifei that it would be a miracle if he could calm down.
If possible, he would like to avoid Shen Zhifei for two days, at least to give himself time to morally buffer himself and convince himself that these two absurdities were just as Shen Zhifei said, a matter of acting impulsively.
The person who is so dear to his heart is someone who never stops causing trouble in reality.
With only three days left until the Spring Festival, Shen Zhifei stayed by his side, timing his tests in various subjects.
Before long, Song Lang's muddled mind was filled with all sorts of equations, words, and classical poems, leaving him no time to reflect on himself.
On New Year's Eve, the four members of the Song family finally gathered around the dining table for a reunion dinner.
Despite the fact that the Spring Festival Gala has been less than satisfactory over the years, the Song family still managed to watch the countdown to the New Year's bell.
As time entered a new chapter, fireworks outside the window burst into bloom along with the "Happy New Year" message on the television, and the mobile phones lined up on the coffee table began to ring with various New Year's greetings text messages.
Song Lang scrolled through the clichéd congratulatory messages one by one, intending to choose a better one to send to the group.
Suddenly, his hand paused, and the expression on his face was somewhat indescribable.
It was an anonymous text message that read: Happy New Year, baby. You looked so sexy when you had an orgasm.
Chapter 31
Song Lang's first reaction was to go see Shen Zhifei.
The only person who has ever seen him climax is Shen Zhifei. Could this unfamiliar number sending the message be him?
"What's wrong?" Shen Zhifei noticed his gaze, put down her phone and looked over, her expression open and natural.
Song Lang glanced at his lit phone screen, which looked like a text message sending page. His heart tightened, but he shook his head and dismissed the unfounded speculation.
How could someone as serious and aloof as Fei Fei possibly send such harassing text messages?
Besides, they are brothers, and Shen Zhifei's "darling" will never be him.
While he was lost in thought, Shen Zhifei placed a beautifully packaged long box into his hand.
"Happy New Year, brother."
"What? You even prepared a gift?" Song Lang said as he unwrapped the package. "Why all this formality? Is this some kind of extraordinary year?"
Shen Zhifei smiled and said, "I just wanted to send you a blessing every year."
Song Lang opened the box, and inside lay a fountain pen.
The penholder is the blue of the night sky, with delicate texture and serene color. The pattern on it is a miniature of Van Gogh's painting "Starry Night".
The painting's name is also the name of the fountain pen.
Song Lang thought the fountain pen was quite beautiful, but as an ignorant and incompetent good-for-nothing, whose textbooks were whiter than his face and who didn't even bother to write his name, this fountain pen was really of no use to him.