After lunch, the six of them went to see a movie together. Meng Fanxing was busy with his own plans and insisted on choosing a horror movie, just waiting for the scary scene to come so he could show off his strong biceps and not-so-strong pectoral muscles to the panicked Hao Wei.
Hao Wei simply snorted coldly and made no comment.
Xu Xiaojun didn't care; she was still preoccupied with figuring out Shen Zhifei's intentions in suddenly coming to see her today.
The other three had absolutely no idea whatsoever.
Meng Fanxing excitedly bought tickets for the second-to-last row, which had a good view and fewer people, making it a perfect spot for couples to hold hands and kiss.
After the tickets were checked, Shen Zhifei went to his seat first, followed by Song Lang. Song Lang originally wanted to sit with him, but Song Xianji suddenly cut in.
"If you don't have the inclination, don't provoke him."
Song Xianji's voice came from behind, like an arrow suddenly shot from mid-air, pinning Song Lang to the spot.
Taking advantage of the brief moment he was stunned, Song Xianji had already sat down next to Shen Zhifei, then patted the empty seat next to him and smiled innocently: "Brother Song, come and sit down quickly."
Song Lang didn't want to be near him, so he pushed Meng Fanxing in front of him, saying, "You come over here."
Meng Fanxing pulled Hao Wei along, and Hao Wei linked arms with Xu Xiaojun. The three of them sat down, and Song Lang sat down next to Xu Xiaojun with a preoccupied look on his face.
For the first time, he and Feifei were so far apart while watching a movie.
Although there were only four people between them, it felt like there were four walls between them.
In the afternoon, the number of people was not high to begin with, and since it was a horror movie, apart from a few scattered people sitting in the first few rows, there were only six of them sitting neatly in a row.
Song Lang's left side was empty, and Shen Zhifei's right side was also empty, but neither of them moved or sat down next to the other.
Song Lang was thinking about Song Xianji's words.
If you're not interested, don't provoke him.
What's the meaning?
What does "that feeling" refer to? Fei Fei has called him "brother" for almost ten years, what feelings could he possibly have for him?
But if he didn't have those thoughts, what would all those unspeakable intimate acts between him and Fei Fei mean?
Is it just a momentary passion of youth?
What about today? There were no romantic preconditions, and there was even a tense atmosphere between them, so why did he react to Shen Zhifei's wrist in the bathroom?
He tried every means to prevent Feifei from being with Song Xianji. Besides the high-sounding reasons of fearing that it would interfere with her studies and affect her health, he secretly harbored a filthy thought that he dared not think too much about, yet it was already so obvious that even an outsider could easily see it.
The horrifying and bloody scenes on the big screen were reflected in his eyes, turning into two small, shimmering, cold lights.
He remained unmoved, his fingernails digging into his palms, his face blank.
He only snapped out of his daze when a woman's horrified scream rang out in the video, and Xu Xiaojun, her voice trembling, grabbed his hand, while Hao Wei calmly and coldly pushed Meng Fanxing away.
He patted Xu Xiaojun's hand, and once the girl calmed down, he stood up, the seat bouncing back with a muffled thud.
Xu Xiaojun and Hao Wei both looked over, but he waved his hand, indicating that they should continue watching and ignore him. Then he hopped to the last row.
He walked over and sat down behind Shen Zhifei, his gaze fixed on the top of his head.
In the backlight, Shen Zhifei stood up, walked around two seats, went up one step from the aisle, and sat down next to him in two steps.
In the darkness, Shen Zhifei leaned closer and said to him, "I'm scared."
But when that cold light shone on his face, Song Lang couldn't see the slightest bit of panic. Instead, he found a captivating starlight in those deep eyes.
He took off his coat and put it over Shen Zhifei's head.
The light was completely cut off.
In the darkness, Song Lang also moved closer.
Between his burning breaths, he said in a hoarse voice, "You can't see anymore, don't be afraid."
Chapter 035
The darkness not only stripped away the light, but it also silenced the screams coming from the screen outside.
The two people under the coats, like two small animals sniffing out their prey, drew closer and closer, drawn by the familiar scent.
Their lips were so close, yet so distant, like a tacit game of chase.
You retreat, I advance; I attack, you defend.
Occasionally, their lips brushed against each other's softness, touching briefly before parting, maintaining a subtle distance as they continued to explore each other.
Their breaths mingled, their eyes met, and finally their foreheads touched.
Song Lang gently cupped Shen Zhifei's cheek with one hand, the ambiguous probing stopped, and the air in the small space seemed to freeze.
A moment later, Shen Zhifei's eyelashes fluttered like a butterfly in the Amazon rainforest, stirring up a tsunami in Song Lang's heart.
"Non-non-existent—"
The hoarse murmur disappeared between their pressed lips, leaving it unclear who had initiated the contact.
The kiss was tender yet restrained, and the hot breath made the hand pressed against Shen Zhifei's cheek tremble slightly.
Song Lang knew that everything was about to change.