Song Lang blinked, not quite reacting, before Shen Zhifei had already gone into his bedroom and closed the door.
Chapter 48
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That night, Song Lang lay alone in bed, resting his head on his arms and staring blankly at the ceiling.
He felt a little wronged and uneasy.
During the day, he saw it as nothing more than a minor incident of standing up for what was right, and he felt he hadn't done anything wrong.
Unexpectedly, this made Shen Zhifei so sad, and she even talked about such a heavy topic as "the future".
He had never seriously thought about the future.
He's only 17 years old; his brain can only hold the trivialities in front of him.
That's why Shen Zhifei's words touched him deeply.
Shen Zhifei is younger than him, and in this unusual romantic relationship, she should be the one being cared for and pampered.
But Shen Zhifei felt deeply uneasy in places he couldn't see.
His profound thoughts and anxieties, beyond his years, all stemmed from him.
Although Shen Zhifei spoke of his plans for the future in a calm tone, Song Lang sensed a deep undercurrent of emotion.
Shen Zhifei loved him far more than he could have imagined.
Song Lang sighed softly, closed his eyes, turned over, and buried himself under the covers, trying to think about the future.
However, due to his limited imagination, he was unable to conjure up a concrete picture.
All he knew was that he enjoyed their current relationship. They had grown up together since childhood, and their physical and psychological bonds had deepened. He had never thought about separating from Shen Zhifei.
"Aaaaaaah, fuck!"
Song Lang got out of bed barefoot and went to knock on Shen Zhifei's door.
The door remained dark, but he could hear Shen Zhifei's footsteps approaching.
"Non-non-existent—"
Song Lang slammed his forehead against the door, the sound muffled.
"Please don't be angry anymore, okay? In the evening, my attitude was bad and I didn't express myself clearly. I... I like you. All those so-called coercions you mentioned were things I willingly allowed you to force me to do. There's nothing like what you're worried about."
Shen Zhifei leaned against the door, silently gazing at the moonlight filtering through the curtains.
"You're sad, and it hurts me too."
Shen Zhifei turned around and pressed his forehead against Song Lang's, separated by a door panel.
“Song Lang, love is exclusive. I mind An Ru, just as you mind Song Xianji.”
Song Lang pressed the doorknob down and asked, "Can I come in and hug you, Fei Fei?"
Shen Zhifei remained silent.
He really wanted to agree, and wished he could pin Song Lang down on the bed right now.
But he couldn't.
He wanted to force Song Lang to think about the future. He wanted to prepare Song Lang in advance, so that he wouldn't be caught off guard when the heavy reality came crashing down on him.
As for Anru, he didn't care about her at all.
"Well... goodnight."
Song Lang left dejectedly, tossing and turning until late into the night before finally falling asleep.
The next day, he got up very early and found Shen Zhifei making a simple breakfast for them in the kitchen. He rushed over and hugged her from behind.
"Stop messing around, the eggs are burnt."
Shen Zhifei patted his hand, turned off the heat, and put the two fried eggs on a plate.
Song Lang held onto his waist and wouldn't let go, so Shen Zhifei practically dragged him from the kitchen to the dining room.
The two finished their breakfast in a sticky, affectionate manner. Shen Zhifei took his suitcase out of the bedroom, hugged Song Lang, and kissed him on the corner of his lips: "I'm going back to school first."
"Wait a minute, isn't school still three days away? Why are you leaving so early?"
Song Lang pinned him against the wall and refused to let go.
"Let's separate for a couple of days to cool off. I'll go back to school and help my homeroom teacher with some things. See you after school next Friday."
Shen Zhifei left resolutely, unmoved by Song Lang's attempts to stop him.
Song Lang was extremely depressed.
The house was empty, and he had no interest in hanging out with his group of friends. Instead, he sat quietly at his desk and started looking through the collection of wrong questions that Shen Zhifei had left him.
He began to miss Shen Zhifei terribly.
Someone who never liked going to school is now looking forward to the start of the second year of high school.