He remembered the text message he received an hour earlier asking if he liked drinking milk; he almost smashed his phone on the floor then.
It's only been a few days since I blocked him? This guy actually changed his number and started harassing me again. He's so shameless.
He was home alone, and the more he thought about it, the more upset he became. The longer he stayed at home, the more uncomfortable he felt, so he asked Meng Fanxing to go shopping with him.
Who would have thought that by sheer coincidence, I'd run into that jerk around the corner.
After Song Lang reached the top floor, he turned around and walked towards the descending escalator. Meng Fanxing followed him for a couple of steps with a "Hey!" before realizing that Shen Zhifei was standing next to the escalator on the next floor, looking in their direction.
She was also flirting with a tall and handsome male classmate.
Hao Wei and her best friend Xu Xiaojun also saw Shen Zhifei. They exchanged a knowing glance and a knowing smile, then walked downstairs together.
Seeing the two men and two women approaching, looking rather like a grand honor guard, Song Xianji put his arm around Shen Zhifei's shoulder and chuckled in his ear: "Look at that guy's expression, like he's about to eat someone alive. Why are you still clinging to him like that? Why don't you try it with me?"
"Shut up."
Shen Zhifei stepped back, but Song Xianji moved closer again.
"Everyone else brought their girlfriends shopping, shouldn't you ask me, their boyfriend, to support them?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Song Lang took a step down two steps and came to stand in front of Shen Zhifei. His sharp gaze was like a dagger, as if he wanted to cut Song Xianji's arm off Shen Zhifei's shoulder.
Shen Zhifei didn't move, silently watching that angry face.
As if he had received tacit approval, Song Xianji grinned and moved even closer to him, waving the hand that was on Shen Zhifei's shoulder to the left and right, and called out to Song Lang in a sickeningly sweet voice, "Brother Song."
Song Lang clenched his fists so tightly they cracked, barely managing to hold back from throwing a punch.
"Where have you been?" he said in a low voice, paused, and quickly turned to look at the people at the elevator. He grabbed Shen Zhifei's wrist and took two steps away, squeezing out each word almost through clenched teeth, "Where are your pants?"
It's no wonder he overthinks things. There are so many hotels and guesthouses of all sizes around this commercial street. Shen Zhifei went out shopping with a scoundrel, and then suddenly changed his pants. Of course, he would think that way.
Looking at his liver-colored face, Shen Zhifei felt an inappropriate sweetness welling up in her heart.
Song Lang was always meticulous about everything concerning himself.
"Say something!" Song Lang tightened his grip, making the veins on the back of Shen Zhifei's hand bulge and throb with pain.
"Why are you being so fierce? Let go of me!" Song Xianji tried to free Shen Zhifei's hand, but Song Lang slapped him away.
"Get lost! Who gave you the right to speak?!" Song Lang glared at him fiercely.
A hint of displeasure flashed across Song Xianji's eyes, but the corner of his mouth curled up in a sly smile. "I told you so, what can you do about it? You asked him about his pants, right? I know the answer to that question. I ripped his pants, are you satisfied with the answer now?"
"Fuck your mother!" Song Lang, like an enraged tiger, bared his sharp claws and pounced on Song Xianji.
Song Xianji was prepared. He tilted his head to avoid the punch, blocked it with his backhand, and imitated Shen Zhifei's move to twist and circle behind Song Lang, his hand intentionally or unintentionally brushing against Song Lang's lower back.
Song Lang lost his temper and, disregarding everything, decided to deliver a spinning kick in the bustling shopping mall.
Next to the elevator is a railing about waist-high. There are no other things outside the railing except for chandeliers and billboards. If you fall down, you'll be crippled even if you don't die.
Shen Zhifei grabbed Song Lang's thigh with one hand and led him to the nearby restroom before he could completely lose his temper.
Just as Song Xianji was about to follow, Meng Fanxing blocked his way with her stiff neck, "Dude, who are you?"
"Let go!" Song Lang shouted, but his hand obediently let Shen Zhifei hold it.
After the two entered the bathroom one after the other, Song Lang grabbed Shen Zhifei and pinned him against the wall, saying, "What the hell were you doing just now? I don't believe a fucking idiot's words, I'm just listening to what you have to say."
Shen Zhifei didn't rush to answer, but asked instead, "Was that the friend you were talking about earlier?"
Song Lang didn't understand why the topic had suddenly shifted to Meng Fanxing and the others. He let out a blank "Ah," and asked, "What's wrong?"
Shen Zhifei pursed his lips, his eyes deep.
"No, you've confused me. Why are you suddenly bringing up other people?" Song Lang said. "First, explain your own problems."
"You advised me to go out and make friends with them," Shen Zhifei said quietly, "...girlfriend?"
Song Lang then understood his unspoken meaning and quickly shook his head, saying, "I really didn't mean that. Sigh, to tell you the truth, I was just helping Xingzi out. I really didn't want you to change anything."
He was afraid that Shen Zhifei would misunderstand and worry that he would think that Shen Zhifei was still discriminating against his sexual orientation.
Shen Zhifei listened attentively to his slightly flustered explanation, a smile gradually spreading across his eyes. His slender fingers slipped through Song Lang's arm and pressed down on his incessantly chattering mouth. He said, "It's not what you think about him and me."
Song Lang lowered his eyelashes, trying to see the fingers on his lips, but his gaze remained fixed on Shen Zhifei's wrist.
The wrist, which he had gripped so tightly, now had a ring of red marks showing through its fair and thin skin, making him feel a little heartache and thirsty.
He raised his hand and grasped it again, but without the brute force he had used before; his thumb gently rubbed against his wrist.
While his mind was wandering, he only caught bits and pieces of what Shen Zhifei said to him, but he still managed to take in the most crucial information, and most of the anger that had been building up in his chest was released.
The remaining portion is directed at Song Xianji himself, and this can only be resolved once Song Xianji completely disappears from his world.
"Brother?" Shen Zhifei patted his arm, which was still pressed against his chest, with his other hand.
Song Lang snapped out of his daze, released his grip with a "whoosh," took two steps back to create distance, his left palm burning hot, but his gaze couldn't help but wander to Shen Zhifei's wrist.
"What's wrong?" Shen Zhifei took a step closer and reached out to touch Song Lang's forehead. "Your face is a little red. Do you have a fever?"
As the pale pink wrist drew closer, Song Lang shook his head haphazardly and strode out, saying, "It's nothing, hurry up and get out of here, Xingzi is waiting."
Watching his retreating figure, Shen Zhifei recalled his subtle reaction just now and couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth.
He was determined to get this person.