The two families went to Hawaii this time. The two mothers were responsible for looking beautiful, while the two fathers were responsible for taking photos and doing the hard work. The three children ran wild as soon as they got off the plane.
Even the usually reserved and quiet Shen Zhifei couldn't resist running two laps on the beach.
Sunshine, sea breeze, and coconut trees are truly delightful things, not to mention the beach and bikinis.
Meng Fanxing and Song Lang secretly sized up the various beauties, exchanging a few words in hushed tones from time to time, and then revealing knowing smiles as they continued to admire them.
Shen Zhifei sat to one side with her knees drawn up, listening intently to their blush-inducing discussions, and then staring blankly at the beautiful breasts and long legs passing by.
After a day of fun, we had dinner and enjoyed the sea breeze for a while before heading back to our hotel rooms to rest.
Song Lang and Shen Zhifei shared a double room. After taking a shower, they lay down on the bed, but neither of them felt sleepy.
In the darkness, Song Lang turned over and whispered, "Feifei?"
"Hmm?" Shen Zhifei didn't move, but his voice sounded very clear.
Song Lang said, "I can't sleep, I'm jet-lagged. Why don't you turn around and we can talk?"
The soft bed creaked a few times, and Shen Zhifei looked over in the dim light. "What did you say?"
Song Lang thought for a moment and said, "This is the first time we've ever slept in the same bed. Aren't you excited?"
Shen Zhifei smiled but didn't say anything.
"Tch, boring." Song Lang was silent for a while, then said, "Let's watch some TV, we can't sleep anyway."
Shen Zhifei reminded him, "They're all foreign language channels."
Song Lang chuckled: "Just think of it as practicing your listening skills. Maybe it can even help you fall asleep."
Shen Zhifei reached out and turned on the bedside lamp, handing him the remote control. "I'll watch with you for a while."
Song Lang sat up, shirtless, propped a pillow up behind his back, and began fiddling with the remote control with great interest.
News channels, no interest.
He has face blindness on variety shows.
It was a stand-up comedy show, and the pace of the speech was too fast. The host and the audience would laugh every now and then, leaving Song Lang completely bewildered. Shen Zhifei tried to translate for him, but the American humor just didn't make sense when translated.
Song Lang's fingers moved like a motor, constantly pressing the Channel+ button.
Until a passionate scene of a man and woman entwined suddenly popped up on the screen.
Close-ups of uncensored reproductive organs, a woman's unmasked moans and gasps, a man's deep, magnetic breathing... all were exceptionally clear in this room with only one bedside lamp lit.
"Holy crap—!"
Song Lang glanced at his side immediately and saw that Shen Zhifei also looked stunned. He hurriedly grabbed a pillow and covered Shen Zhifei's face, while pressing the power button on the remote control.
The room returned to quiet.
But both of their hearts were pounding wildly.
Shen Zhifei turned her head away from the pillow that was pressed against her face, and said in a slightly awkward voice, "Want to sleep?"
"Sleep, sleep, sleep." Song Lang quickly responded, grabbed the pillow, and buried his face in it. But after seeing such a shocking scene, how could he possibly fall asleep?
Even with his eyes closed, the intertwined limbs and the thrusting motions remained vivid in Song Lang's mind, and he felt his cheeks burning.
The person next to him remained motionless, as if he were sleeping soundly.
After a while, Song Lang, who was lying on the bed, tilted his head slightly and called out in a muffled voice, "Feifei."
Shen Zhifei gave a soft "hmm".
Song Lang said in a muffled voice, "I... I think I'm hard. What about you?"
Shen Zhifei stiffened, her ears burning slightly.
He didn't actually feel much, but the voice behind him seemed to surge up his spine like an electromagnetic current, directly into his brain. His body began to heat up inexplicably, and his lower body started to rise slightly.
Undeterred, Song Lang moved closer and nudged Shen Zhifei's back with his arm.
"Feifei, stop pretending to be asleep."
“…Hmm,” Shen Zhifei moved away from him without making a sound, turned over and lay flat on the bed, opened her eyes and stared at the ceiling, and said, “You can think about the rules of mixed operations of rational numbers.”
"Huh?" Song Lang also rolled over and lay down next to him, frowning miserably. "Will this work?"
"Well..." Shen Zhifei hesitated for a long time before finally saying, "Why don't you type it out?"
Song Lang really wanted to hit him, but he felt embarrassed in front of his brother, so he decided to do it in the bathroom instead.
"Never mind," Song Lang said helplessly, looking up at the ceiling and trying to remember. "First calculate exponentiation, then multiplication and division, and finally addition and subtraction, right?"
Shen Zhifei added, "What if there are parentheses?"
Song Lang replied, "Calculate the ones inside the parentheses first."
Shen Zhifei: "What is the formula for the area of a circle?"
Song Lang: "πr2."
...
The two engaged in a question-and-answer session, each striving to reclaim knowledge from their minds.