Shen Zhifei leaned against the wall and hugged Song Lang tightly, kissing away his self-blame little by little, but Song Lang was still in pain.
His heart was hanging in mid-air, feeling uneasy and needing to hold onto something or obtain something to feel safe.
So, Song Lang fiercely tore at Shen Zhifei's clothes, stripped off his coat, ripped open his sweater, removed all obstacles, and pressed his skin against hers, his pores eager to open up to absorb the warmth from her.
"Feifei, give yourself to me." Song Lang gasped as he bit Shen Zhifei's collarbone, his other hand reaching directly behind her.
"Mmm." Shen Zhifei endured the pain and embraced him as they walked into the bedroom. The two fell onto the soft bed, and that finger forcefully entered his dry body.
Song Lang was rude and lacked any sense of technique. Eventually, he even lost his patience and forced his way in with his gun. He felt a warm, wet sensation at the tip and glanced down. In the pale moonlight, he saw the color of blood.
He panicked instantly.
"Holy crap, why aren't you saying anything? Does it hurt?"
Song Lang quickly turned on the light. Although he only saw a single drop of blood, it still broke his heart, and his eyes became even redder.
Shen Zhifei smiled and raised her hand to press against the corner of his eye: "Baby, why are you crying? It doesn't hurt, keep going."
Where could he continue? He couldn't bear to see him in pain.
Song Lang released his legs, then straddled Shen Zhifei, hastily dilated himself, and bit his lip to endure the pain as he swallowed Shen Zhifei completely.
After his body gradually adapted, he cast aside all shame and indulged himself on Shen Zhifei's chest. Every thrust seemed to penetrate her body, and every groan did not conceal his pleasure and enjoyment. He unreservedly revealed his deep love for Shen Zhifei, simply because he regarded this as his last embrace with her.
As the tide pushed him to its highest point, Song Lang bit Shen Zhifei's lip until it bled.
Amidst the pungent smell, they embraced and kissed, their sweat soaking their bodies, waiting for the excitement to subside.
Song Lang lay on top of Shen Zhifei, his voice hoarse as he asked, "Am I too heavy? Are you uncomfortable?"
"It's not heavy." Shen Zhifei pulled the blanket over him and stroked Song Lang's bare, strong back.
"Feifei," Song Lang hugged his neck tightly and poured out the thoughts that had been weighing on his heart all night: "Do you think Mom and Dad would agree to our relationship if they found out about us?"
Before Shen Zhifei could answer, he made his judgment.
"Of course not, you can tell from Xingzi's reaction. Besides, I previously told Xingzi..."
"Let me tell you about what happened between us, as a way of giving him a heads-up..." Song Lang sighed. "As expected, it won't work. In their eyes, we're committing incest, something that heaven and earth would never tolerate..."
"Shhhhhhh-"
Shen Zhifei patted his trembling back and comforted him, "It's not necessarily the worst outcome. Don't scare yourself."
Song Lang rested his chin on his collarbone, and when he looked up, he could only see a corner of the outline of that face.
He couldn't help but think that Meng Fanxing's reaction tonight had served as a wake-up call, reminding him that the path he had chosen was not smooth, and that what awaited him and Shen Zhifei ahead was an abyss, a precipice.
Even the slightest mistake could lead to utter disaster.
Tonight is just the prelude.
Song Lang gripped Shen Zhifei's hand tightly, propped himself up, and looked down at the face that had made him risk everything. "Feifei, aren't you afraid?"
A tenderness, as bright as moonlight, appeared in Shen Zhifei's eyes: "What I fear most is you letting go of my hand."
Song Lang's throat tightened as he stared intently at the bright moon and stars in Shen Zhifei's pupils.
"No matter how fiercely others oppose or criticize, it can't overcome your slightest hesitation or retreat." Shen Zhifei intertwined her fingers with his and pleaded, "Promise me, Song Lang, please, please don't give up on me."
Tears welled up in his eyes, blurring Shen Zhifei's image. Song Lang cursed himself for becoming more and more effeminate, crying so easily lately.
"Even if one day in the future, before we're ready to come out, our parents find out, for my sake, Song Lang's sake, and for mine, please grit your teeth and hold on a little longer when you feel like you can't go on, okay?"
Shen Zhifei gripped him tightly, his finger bones protruding and covered only by a thin layer of skin and flesh, his joints pale yet powerful.
Song Lang was in a lot of pain.
He lunged forward passionately, transferring his pain to Shen Zhifei, the smell of blood filling the air once more. "To hell with it! I'd be happy to have my skin peeled off if you said that!"
That being said, efforts should still be made to salvage the situation.
The next day, Song Lang got up early and went to Meng Fanxing's house to have a good talk with him, but he was told that Meng Fanxing got up even earlier and went to his grandmother's house in the countryside for the weekend.
No one answered when I called their cell phones; they were clearly avoiding me.
Helpless, she could only wait for school to start on Monday. Meng Fanxing entered the classroom almost at the last second before the bell rang, and then quickly disappeared as soon as get out of class ended.
Song Lang couldn't very well throw him a note about this, so he could only wait until the free time during the afternoon PE class. Now Meng Fanxing finally had nowhere to escape.
"You're avoiding me like I'm a plague, is that really necessary?"
Chapter 51
51
On the basketball court, Zhou Sen shouted to the two of them, waving his arms and yelling for them to practice together.
After waving his hand in refusal, Song Lang sighed softly and said in a gentle tone, "Xingzi, we've known each other for so many years, you know my temper best. I won't beat around the bush with you, and you're not the kind of person who throws tantrums like a child. Just tell me one thing, do you still consider me your brother?"
Meng Fanxing stared blankly into silence until Song Lang was about to lose his patience before finally asking in a low voice, "How long have you two been together?"
"...We've been officially together for about six months," Song Lang answered truthfully. "We officially became a couple when we went to Qingping Mountain in the spring."
A hint of surprise flashed in Meng Fanxing's eyes, "...Back then? Could it be because of my prank suggestion that you two accidentally crossed paths?"
“No,” Song Lang shook his head and said, “The person I mentioned to you has always been Fei Fei, never anyone else.”