Song Lang subconsciously swallowed: "Why are you looking at me like that?"
Shen Zhifei clenched and unclenched his fist, then knelt down on one knee and grabbed Song Lang's ankle, causing Song Lang to gasp in pain: "It hurts—!"
"pain?"
Shen Zhifei increased his strength, looked up and saw that Song Lang's face was twisted and deformed with pain. He suddenly let go and lowered his head to kiss Song Lang's reddened ankle.
"Hey? That's dirty." Song Lang tried to pull away, but Shen Zhifei held him down, feeling a warm, damp sensation on his ankle: "Feifei? Get up quickly, or we'll be in big trouble if someone sees us."
The boy, kneeling on one knee beside the bed, had his back slightly hunched, and sunlight streamed in from the window behind him.
He was trembling in the light and shadow.
Song Lang called his name again in a hoarse voice. Shen Zhifei raised his eyes and looked over. His eyes were red, his eye rims were red, and even the corners of his eyes were tinged with sadness.
"Afraid of being seen?" Shen Zhifei suddenly smiled, but the smile didn't reach his eyes. "I actually hope to be seen now, preferably that they all come and see how I kiss you and how I fuck you."
Song Lang frowned, looking down into those stubborn, sharp eyes. "What's wrong with you? What's wrong with you?"
Shen Zhifei bit her lower lip, her fingertips circling around his ankle joint. After a moment of silence, she said in a hoarse voice, "I'm sorry, forget the nonsense I just said. It's just that I'm jealous that you got hurt because of her, Song Lang. I'm really upset. I'm sorry."
It took Song Lang half a minute to realize that he was talking about An Ru.
"No, Gu Fengkai and I have been mortal enemies for a long time, and I have absolutely nothing to do with An Ru. Don't listen to her nonsense, it really has nothing to do with her." Song Lang leaned over, grabbed his wrist, and pulled him up. "I only like you, and I broke up with her a long time ago."
“I believe you,” Shen Zhifei said, opening her arms to hug him, burying her head in his neck, and sighing softly, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have lost my temper.”
Song Lang rubbed the back of his head and laughed, "Oh my, Fei Fei can be really ruthless when she's jealous. She always targets people's wounds. That last bit really hurt her..."
"Mom, I'm in so much pain."
"Song Lang," Shen Zhifei tightened his arms around him, saying, "You are mine, you belong only to me. Even if you get hurt again in the future, it will only be because of me. So, you must protect yourself from now on, do you hear me?"
"Isn't that a bit too demanding?" Song Lang tilted his head and kissed the top of his head, teasingly saying, "If you could, would you tie me to your waistband and keep an eye on me all the time?"
"I want to fuck you until you're completely out of your mind, and have you clinging to me every day and refusing to let go."
Shen Zhifei raised his head slightly and kissed Song Lang's chin, which was covered with stubble. Song Lang was a little tempted by him and pulled Meng Fanxing's thin coat over Shen Zhifei's head, kissing him in a way that was more of a cover-up.
They stopped short of going too far.
Less than two minutes after they separated, the school doctor in a white coat opened the door and came in. The first thing he said to them was, "What happened to that little girl who was crying and running away? Did you two bully her?"
Upon hearing this, both Shen Zhifei and Song Lang were taken aback.
Song Lang, in particular, almost jumped off his single bed. "Little girl? What little girl? Where's the little girl?"
"Why are you so agitated?" The school doctor glanced at him, then went to the cabinet to get a cast and bandages. "You're wearing your No. 18 Middle School cheerleading uniform, is that your girlfriend? Did you upset her? But you're not allowed to chase after her now. Your feet are so fragile, you'll definitely twist them again after running a few steps."
Later, the school doctor's teasing turned into a buzzing sound, tapping against my eardrums.
Song Lang's face turned deathly pale. He gripped Shen Zhifei's hand tightly, and his palms were covered in cold sweat within seconds.
Shen Zhifei firmly grasped his hand and whispered, "It's okay, don't be afraid."
How could I not be afraid?
Song Lang was like a broken seaweed, being pushed and swayed by unknown, towering waves, rising and falling all the way, getting caught in a whirlpool of turbulent currents, unable to escape.
He was not mentally prepared and was constantly gripped by the fear of an uncertain future.
He began to uncontrollably imagine all sorts of terrible consequences in his mind, but reality turned out to be even worse and more tragic than he had imagined.
Chapter 055
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Gu Fengkai remembered where he had seen Shen Zhifei before.
Last year, I was inexplicably led into an alley and brutally beaten, and it turned out that it was related to Song Lang.
This guy is incredibly cowardly. He only received a demerit from the school once, but he's so timid that he doesn't even dare to seek revenge himself and has to ask a pretty boy for help.
Gu Fengkai despised Song Lang from the bottom of his heart.
His kick was precise and powerful; Song Lang's bones would be broken or at least twisted. He wanted to see if this guy could still act arrogantly in front of him.
So, Gu Fengkai wandered alone in the Fifth Middle School campus, trying to find the infirmary, when he bumped into An Ru, who was running and crying.
He smiled knowingly, deliberately waiting behind a tree. When Anru ran past crying, he suddenly stepped forward and bumped into her.
Anru, along with her phone, fell into Gu Fengkai's arms.
Then, Gu Fengkai saw the photos that shocked his entire family.
"Give it back to me!"
Anru was in tears, and she stood on tiptoe to try to grab her phone back, but Gu Fengkai was tall and his hand was above his head, so she couldn't reach it at all.
"Give it back to me! Waaaaah...Give it back to me!"
Anru cried more and more anxiously. Unable to get it back, she began to break down and punch and kick Gu Fengkai, her beautiful face completely covered with tears.
Gu Fengkai restrained her with one hand, looked at the latest photos in her phone's album repeatedly, and after confirming them several times, he suddenly smiled.
"Hahaha, Anru, you should have a good cry. Tsk tsk tsk, you're so hung up on Song Lang, what a pity, he loves to mess with ass, he doesn't love your rotten cunt."
The vulgar words pierced Anru, leaving her bloodied and mangled.