Chapter 014
When they played beach volleyball 2v2 again, Shen Zhifei was clearly distracted.
Several times, volleyballs hit him squarely on the forehead with great force, leaving a red mark.
Song Lang initially wanted to laugh, but later he felt sorry for him.
"Feifei, what's wrong? Does your forehead hurt?" Before receiving a reply, Song Lang raised his chin and yelled at the other end of the screen, "What are you two gay bastards doing? Are you trying to smash my brother's forehead?!"
Shen Zhifei felt his head throb even more.
The couple behind the net couldn't understand what Song Lang was babbling about, they just smiled and gave him a thumbs up. At that moment, Song Lang really wanted to give them the middle finger in return.
However, in order to avoid unnecessary international conflict, Song Lang wisely chose to be patient.
Shen Zhifei went over to Aaron and Gene to apologize, saying that he was not feeling well and needed to go back to the hotel to rest. The two foreign teenagers hugged him goodbye with some regret, waved to Song Lang, and then ran off to play elsewhere.
Song Lang jogged over and pulled him into his arms. "What happened? Did you catch a chill from the sea breeze?"
Shen Zhifei shook his head and remained silent. The heat emanating from his young body was transmitted through their close skin, like a wildfire, making him feel dizzy.
"I'm fine, you keep playing, I'm going back to lie down for a while."
He quietly left Song Lang's embrace, quickened his pace, and almost disappeared around the corner as if fleeing.
Song Lang was a little uneasy. He felt that Shen Zhifei had been acting strangely ever since they returned from the beach.
Could it be that you're still ashamed because he got aroused and they caught you?
After returning to his room and confirming that the door lock and security chain were in place, Shen Zhifei quickly found his phone, opened a webpage, and typed in the three words "homosexual" with trembling fingers.
The internet is a vast and diverse world of information; everything that Shen Zhifei wants to see or know is presented to him in a mere second.
He skimmed through the text at lightning speed, his expression blank, but a storm raged within him.
After reading through a lot of written materials, Shen Zhifei threw his phone aside, leaned back on the bed, and stared blankly at the ceiling.
He was like a dried-out salted fish, all his vitality and energy seemingly drained away in that moment.
As I wearily closed my eyes, the image of the boys kissing behind the rocks resurfaced in my mind. They were passionate and happy, seemingly no different from any other couple in love in the world.
Shen Zhifei thought, "Yes, there's no difference."
I drifted off to sleep, and the sea breeze, the beach, and the sunshine made everything feel both real and dreamlike.
Shen Zhifei felt he was dreaming of many people, but he couldn't see their faces clearly. He wandered through the crowds, lost and directionless.
He vaguely heard someone call him "Feifei". He looked in the direction of the sound and saw Song Lang waving his arm at him not far away.
"elder brother--"
He heard his own voice, which sounded somewhat unfamiliar, but he was certain it was his own voice.
He walked through the bustling crowd and came to Song Lang. Everything around him instantly faded from his sight, and only that familiar, bright smile remained in his world.
My heart instantly felt at ease.
"elder brother."
He opened his arms and hugged Song Lang, his body beginning to heat up uncontrollably.
The feeling of skin-to-skin contact was so wonderful that he couldn't help but want to get even closer.
He hugged her tighter and tighter, the force of his embrace almost as if he wanted to embed her into his body.
"Feifei, Feifei!" The calls grew more and more vivid, followed by a loud crashing sound.
Shen Zhifei suddenly opened her eyes, her heart pounding rapidly.
"Feifei—!" The knocking grew more and more urgent, and Song Lang outside even considered kicking the door down.
"Here you are." Shen Zhifei got out of bed to open the door for him. After taking a couple of steps, she realized something was wrong. Looking down, she saw a wet patch on the crotch of his thin shorts.
He had a wet dream, and the object of his dream was not only a boy, but also his older brother whom he spent every day with.
The knocking continued, and Song Lang pressed his face against the door, chanting Shen Zhifei's name repeatedly as if calling for a soul, giving Shen Zhifei no time to be stunned.
Shen Zhifei quickly changed his clothes, threw his soiled underwear and shorts into the trash can, quickly washed his face, then unfastened the security chain and opened the door.
"You scared me to death! I thought you had fainted in the room." Song Lang walked in casually, not noticing Shen Zhifei's flushed face. He lay down on the bed shirtless and complained, "I was too tired from playing, my legs hurt."
Shen Zhifei helped him take off his shoes and rubbed his knees. Song Lang cried out in pain.
“Growing taller is inevitable.” Shen Zhifei walked to the TV table and took a carton of milk out of her bag for him. “Have some.”
Song Lang was too lazy to move a finger. He opened his mouth, and Shen Zhifei inserted the straw for him and held it to his lips.
Song Lang, biting on the straw, mumbled, "Drinking milk isn't helping; my legs still hurt."
Shen Zhifei smiled and said, "Just consider it a psychological comfort."
Song Lang sipped the milk carton clean in just a few gulps. When it was empty, the straw made a "glug-glug" sound, which echoed playfully in the seaside room.
Shen Zhifei threw the milk carton into the trash can, then turned around and lay down on the big bed side by side with Song Lang.
One was lying face down, and the other was lying flat on their back.
After a moment of silence, Song Lang poked Shen Zhifei's cheek with his finger and called his name in a deep voice: "Feifei".