"Hmm?" Shen Zhifei responded, his gaze still fixed on the ceiling.
"You said..." Song Lang stopped mid-sentence, turning to look at him with his head propped up on his hand, carefully choosing his words before continuing, "Were those two people this afternoon really a couple?"
Why do you ask that?
Shen Zhifei then shifted her gaze to his face. Dusk streamed in through the window, casting an orange-red shadow behind him.
Song Lang felt a little dizzy for a moment; his brother's face was really handsome.
Shen Zhifei turned to face Song Lang, but received no response for a while before asking again, "Didn't you see them?"
"Hmm," Song Lang's fingers casually circled on the bed sheet, "I saw it, but I feel a little awkward. Do you think it might just be a joke?"
"Do you discriminate against homosexuals?" Shen Zhifei asked.
“No, it’s not,” Song Lang said, slumping his head and resting it on his arm as he looked up at him. “It’s just awkward. Do you think… they might do *that*?”
Shen Zhifei didn't speak, and Song Lang didn't seem interested in hearing his answer. He continued, as if talking to himself, "I'm not trying to pry into people's privacy or anything, I just don't quite understand... Hey, Feifei, aren't you curious about how two guys do *that*?"
Curious? He had already given himself a basic introduction to all aspects of homosexuality, so he wasn't curious anymore.
If I had to express any feeling, it would be confusion.
Troubled by inexplicable bodily reactions, and puzzled by people who shouldn't appear in dreams.
"If two men are really going to do *that*, they'll definitely have to use their pooping places. Doesn't that hurt?" Song Lang was still talking to himself, absorbed in exploring and reasoning about this unfamiliar world, completely unaware of Shen Zhifei's bewilderment. "Ugh—I usually suffer terribly from constipation when I go to the toilet. If I were to use it for *that*, wouldn't it be unbearable?"
Just talking about it sent a shiver down Song Lang's spine, as he described the pain and discomfort involved in the reasoning.
He shook his head, trying to clear his mind of all that nonsense, looked up, and then, as if suddenly realizing something, slapped his mouth.
"I was just talking nonsense. Feifei, you're still a child, hahaha, it's normal that you don't understand."
Song Lang spat several times, then abruptly changed the subject, "Are you still feeling unwell? Does your head hurt?"
Shen Zhifei snapped out of her daze, shook her head, lay back down, and closed her eyes. "I'll sleep a little longer."
"Okay, I'll wake you up for breakfast in an hour."
"Um."
The bed beneath him shifted slightly, very gently. Even though she knew he couldn't possibly fall asleep so quickly, her movements were extremely light and slow, completely unlike her usual carefree personality.
It is precisely this inconsistency that makes this gentleness and thoughtfulness all the more precious.
Shen Zhifei raised his arm and placed it over his eyes, slowly exhaling a long breath in the darkness.
He recalled the dream that had just caused him to have an ejaculation. Every detail in the dream was exceptionally clear, and even the strength and warmth of the embrace were still there.
This is incorrect.
He silently warned himself that he couldn't think any further, or he might be plunged into an abyss of no return.
You can't take that step forward, absolutely not.
That hour felt like an eternity.
Shen Zhifei didn't fall asleep at all; he spent the rest of the time zoning out, his mind wandering.
Song Lang didn't wake him up for a long time, and Shen Zhifei didn't want to lie down anymore. He sat up and turned his head to see Song Lang sitting on the single sofa by the window with his legs crossed, fast asleep with his head tilted to the side.
Shen Zhifei tiptoed up to him, knelt on one knee, and looked up at him slightly.
This face, which he knew so well, suddenly felt somewhat unfamiliar.
Slightly raised eyebrows and a high nose bridge are standard features of a handsome and dashing man. Thick eyelashes cast two shadowy arcs in the dim light, adding a touch of softness to this face that is already showing signs of youthful vigor.
Shen Zhifei's palms felt a little warm.
He grasped Song Lang's hand, which was resting on his lap, and then let go.
"Brother, wake up."
Song Lang opened his eyes groggily. Shen Zhifei had already stood up, and the dimly lit room almost swallowed his figure.
"What time is it?" Song Lang stretched, his long legs unsure of what to do, his voice still groggy. "How did I fall asleep?"
"It's seven o'clock, Mom and Dad should be back by now." Shen Zhifei pulled a set of clothes out of his suitcase and handed it to him. "Change and go downstairs for dinner."
"Oh." Song Lang yawned as he changed his clothes, put his arm around Shen Zhifei's shoulder, and leaned most of his weight on him as if he were paralyzed on one side as they went out to eat.
My trip to Hawaii passed by in a flash. After a precious vacation, I returned to China to continue working and studying, and life seemed no different from before.
But Shen Zhifei knew that he was different now.
He likes boys.
Chapter 015
On the first day of the second year of junior high school, as is customary, a student representative gave a speech after the flag-raising ceremony. ()
Shen Zhifei remains the best choice.
That day, the sun shone brightly, and the tall, handsome boy in a white shirt on the podium became an unforgettable memory of youth for all the school's most beautiful girls.
That very night, the school's online forum bestowed the title of "school heartthrob" upon Shen Zhifei.