Song Lang didn't believe it. Shen Zhifei turned his head to look at him, a faint smile in his eyes: "Let's go, brother, let's start over there."
"Bullshit!"
Song Lang jumped up, his chest filled with the rage of betrayal. He poked Shen Zhifei's shoulder and roared, "Who told me not to let go and not to give up! You goldfish brain, you forgot in the blink of an eye!"
"Song Lang, sit down!" Shen Lingyu yelled at him, but this only provoked Song Lang to become even more agitated.
"Why should I?! I'm 18, I'm an adult! Why should you decide where I live and study, and who I date?! I'm not going anywhere! I don't care whoever it is!"
He kicked the chair hard and ran out of the house, his anger blazing.
"Song Lang!"
Shen Zhifei grabbed his wrist, but was forced to retreat by Song Lang's vicious back kick.
The door slammed shut, and Song Lang disappeared in a few steps.
"Mom, I—"
"What are you waiting for? Hurry up and chase him back!"
Shen Zhifei hurriedly chased after him. He didn't wait for the elevator and ran straight into the stairwell. In the darkness, a hand grabbed him and pressed him against the wall. A familiar scent rushed over, and Shen Zhifei passionately returned the kiss.
They entangled in the empty stairwell, their ferocity as if they wanted to tear each other apart. Amidst their heavy breathing, the lights above flickered, illuminating the tear tracks on their faces.
Song Lang's anger hadn't subsided. He forcefully tore at Shen Zhifei's t-shirt, reached into his pants, grabbed his semi-erect penis, and pinched it tightly in revenge. "Why! Are you giving up now? I thought you were so serious, but in the end you're nothing but a coward!"
Shen Zhifei was in excruciating pain from being pinched, and the wound on his shoulder seemed to have reopened, but he had no time to care.
He held Song Lang's neck, tilted his head to kiss him, and between his disordered breaths, he said in a hoarse voice, "I know about the post. Starting over in a different city is the best choice for you."
"I fucking don't care!"
"But I care!"
Shen Zhifei held the back of his head, pressed his forehead against his, and pecked his lips with restraint and forbearance.
“Song Lang, I care. You’ve seen the Gu family; they’re aggressive and unwilling to let things go. Only by moving to a different place can you have a chance to live and study peacefully again.”
"And what about you?" Song Lang asked, his eyes red-rimmed. "If I leave, what will you do? What will happen to the two of us?"
“I talked to my dad, and he said something very true,” Shen Zhifei gripped the back of his head tightly, their noses rubbing together, “A romantic relationship should be built on the foundation of a mature and independent personality. Song Lang, do you understand what he means by that?”
Song Lang shook his head. He was in no mood to decipher the implied meanings; he just wanted to hold Shen Zhifei and never let go again.
“They are giving us a chance to prove our feelings, Song Lang, do you understand?” Shen Zhifei sighed, gently stroking Song Lang’s face with her lips. “I am willing to grow and improve for you, and please, for my sake, be calmer and more mature, even if we can’t see each other for the time being. But I will always love you, remember that, I love you.”
Song Lang hugged him tightly and buried his head in his neck. "But I fucking don't want to be separated from you."
Shen Zhifei kissed the words he had sent, telling him that when he felt he couldn't hold on any longer, he should grit his teeth and persevere a little longer.
The motion-activated lights in the hallway went out, and they kissed again, their hot tears falling between their inseparable lips and melting on their burning tongues.
Chapter 59
After returning home, Song Lang went to his room without saying a word and locked the door from the inside.
Shen Zhifei's parents sat on the living room sofa in a silent and heavy atmosphere. He stood in front of them and said in a low voice, "He agreed."
Shen Lingyu sighed, "Feifei, are you really not going to consider transferring schools? If you're willing, many top high schools would be eager to accept you."
"No need, thank you Mom, I can manage." Shen Zhifei smiled, then solemnly knelt down and kowtowed twice to them. "Thank you for your understanding and tolerance, Mom and Dad."
Shen Lingyu threw a cushion at him, her eyes red, and said, "Get up right now. Didn't you kneel enough the other day? I advise you not to be too optimistic. You know very well that he is an unpredictable person. If he forgets you, don't come crying to me."
Shen Zhifei lowered his head and remained silent. He would not let Song Lang forget him, absolutely not.
Song Lifeng helped him up, silently patted his shoulder, then gently shook his head and went into the study, leaving a sigh outside the door.
That night, none of the four family members could sleep well.
Song Lang rested his head on his arm and watched the night outside the window deepen little by little until the clock on the wall slowly moved toward 3. Only then did he suddenly feel the urgency of parting.
In less than 10 hours, they will be separated, and they don't know when they will see each other again.
He jumped up, not even bothering to put on his slippers, and went to the next room.
He locked the door from the inside, came to the bedside, his eyes blazing, and asked, "Want a breakup sex session?"
Before he could finish speaking, he was grabbed by the wrist and thrown onto the bed. Shen Zhifei was on top of him, her beautiful eyes filled with a moonlit light: "Say it again."
Song Lang reached out to pull off his pajamas, kicking off his own pants in response, "Stop talking nonsense, just do it."
Shen Zhifei restrained his wrists and pressed them above his head, pressing his thighs tightly against his restless waist and hips. With a slight force, Song Lang winced in pain.
“Song Lang, listen to me carefully. It’s only a two-year separation,” Shen Zhifei added, bending his right knee and pressing it directly against Song Lang’s crotch. “This is just to give Mom and Dad time to adjust, not for you to dump me.”
"Hiss—get off me, you fucking hurt my balls!" Song Lang struggled to kick him away, but was pushed even tighter.
"Then make it hurt even more, so you won't forget me."
Shen Zhifei pounced on him, burying his face in his neck and kissing and biting him wantonly. He then probed into Song Lang's mouth with one hand, disturbing his breathing and getting his saliva on it. He then directly opened Song Lang's anus and invaded it without any gentleness.
Song Lang was in a lot of pain, groaning and arching his chest, but his legs were wide open, giving himself completely to Shen Zhifei.
His fingers stirred and churned inside the tight, warm intestinal wall, groping and rubbing against the protruding spot. Song Lang subconsciously tightened the opening, sucking and biting Shen Zhifei even more tightly.
Shen Zhifei kissed his sweaty forehead, knelt between his legs, and kissed his Adam's apple, chest and lower abdomen little by little before finally opening his mouth to take Song Lang's erect penis into his mouth.
Song Lang let out a comfortable sigh of relief. He rested his head on one of his arms and looked down at Shen Zhifei, who was buried between his legs, working hard to swallow.
The moonlight was so gentle, falling on that beautiful, fair face, adding an extra layer of allure.
My lower body got harder.
He grabbed the boy's hair and pushed his swollen penis deep into his mouth. The sensitive glans was already pressing against Shen Zhifei's wet throat. He panted and called out to him, "Feifei, take it in a little deeper."
Shen Zhifei looked up, his mouth filled, his tongue pressed against the veins of Song Lang's penis, licking upwards. At the same time, he increased the number of fingers inside Song Lang's body to three. Song Lang groaned uncontrollably, one leg draped over Shen Zhifei's shoulder, his heel rubbing back and forth against Shen Zhifei's protruding shoulder blade.
The pleasure gradually accumulated in my lower abdomen, and even my tailbone felt tingly and itchy.
When Shen Zhifei's tongue once again lightly brushed against his wet glans, Song Lang grabbed his hair and trembled as he ejaculated into his mouth.
Song Lang's buttocks were raised and a pillow was placed underneath him. Shen Zhifei took the opportunity to lick his limp testicles, and his tongue, which was still wet with semen, went into the opened hole.
"Damn, that's filthy!"
Song Lang's voice was hoarse beyond belief. He spread his legs as wide as possible, closed his eyes, and felt the increasingly hot and wet sensation in a certain place behind him. He breathed heavily and raised his buttocks even higher, taking deep breaths to relax his body as much as possible and enjoy the ultimate pleasure that was about to come.
Shen Zhifei said he wanted to hurt him, but his fingers and tongue were delicate and gentle. Only after that place was fully dilated did he slowly enter Song Lang's body.
They hadn't done it for real in a long time, and they felt a mix of pain and excitement, like when they first embraced.