Song Lang felt hot all over. He took his arm out of the blanket and exposed it to the cold air, which made him shiver and wake up.
My lower body was stiff and painfully hard.
He felt a little flustered. He had had erotic dreams before, but the protagonists in them were always beautiful women with big breasts and long legs, never Shen Zhifei's bewitching face.
Song Lang decided he really needed to calm down; if things continued like this, he would definitely turn into a psychopath.
"Why haven't you gone to play ball with Meng Fanxing and the others these past few days?" An Ru walked side by side with him on the playground. It was cold, so she was wearing a long down jacket, her hands completely tucked into the sleeves, with only her little finger peeking out. She hooked her little finger around Song Lang's hand and shook it. "You're so clingy with me. Could it be that you did something wrong and are feeling guilty and want to make it up to me?"
Song Lang chuckled: "You're overthinking things. Why should it be because I made a mistake? Can't there be other reasons?"
Anru walked to the horizontal bar and stopped, crossed her arms over the bar, rested her chin on her arms, and looked at him with bright eyes: "What else could it be?"
Song Lang could see the expectation in the girl's eyes, and he was also slightly moved, because the curve of her eyes when she smiled was very beautiful, just like... just like Fei Fei.
This fleeting thought wouldn't have caused much of a stir. For Song Lang, when he and Meng Fanxing discussed girls' appearances in private, the phrase they said most often was, "Not as pretty as Feifei."
However, this was a sensitive time, and Song Lang felt that his idea was dangerous. Normal people would not compare their girlfriends to their younger brothers when they were in a relationship.
Anru waved a hand in front of his eyes, "Is it really that hard to come up with a reason? Look how worried you are."
Song Lang snapped out of his daze and grabbed the fair hand in front of him.
He gripped her hand quite hard, making Anru's hand hurt a little.
"Song Lang? Be gentle, my hand hurts." An Ru looked up at him and pouted in complaint.
In a moment of impulsiveness, Song Lang leaned down and kissed her. After a brief moment of surprise, An Ru smiled, closed her eyes, and stood on tiptoe to respond to the not-so-gentle kiss.
The girl's lips and tongue were sweet, soft and smooth. Song Lang probed his tongue into her mouth and chased after it. Her soft tongue touched him and then pulled away, enticing him to continue chasing and entwining with her. The man's innate possessiveness was aroused, and Song Lang's kiss became more and more savage.
His forceful and rough actions made Anru both shy and excited. She vaguely felt that Song Lang's mood had been a bit off these past few days, but she didn't want to find out why.
Song Lang became more and more excited as he kissed her, as if he had rediscovered the feeling of his blood boiling when he kissed Shen Zhifei. He couldn't control himself for a moment and kissed her too hard, breaking An Ru's tongue.
"Mmm..." Anru frowned and punched Song Lang's shoulder a few times. As Song Lang pulled away, she said coquettishly, "You hurt me."
"I'm sorry, I'll be gentler." Song Lang didn't really try to comfort her, and then tried to press her head down to kiss her again.
Anru crawled out from behind the horizontal bar and stood in his arms. She clutched Song Lang's coat and said in a very low voice, "The playground is too cold. Can we find a warmer place?"
This was the last self-study period of the afternoon, and the two of them skipped it to slack off and date, planning to go home as soon as the school bell rang.
Song Lang was deeply in the middle of a passionate kiss when he heard An Ru's words, so he nodded obediently and asked in a hoarse voice, "Where are we going?"
Anru pressed herself against his chest, hooked her arms around Song Lang's neck, tiptoed, and whispered in his ear, "I heard... there are hourly rooms near the school."
Song Lang froze, looking at An Ru in surprise. An Ru blushed and said, "You didn't misunderstand, that's exactly what I meant."
This is progressing a bit too fast. Song Lang was suddenly dumbfounded. Was he... about to lose his virginity? Was it too rapid? Are girls this open these days?
Seeing that he remained silent, Anru felt a little embarrassed. She looked down at her toes, which were lightly rubbing against the ground, and said, "I know what you think of me, that I'm not reserved or respectful. But I don't think so. I... many of my friends have already done it... They say it's a very happy thing to do it for someone you like..."
Towards the end, her voice trembled with tears.
Song Lang couldn't stand seeing others cry, so he quickly wiped An Ru's tears: "I...I didn't miss you that much, don't cry."
Anru cried even harder.
Song Lang helplessly wiped away her tears, his mind in turmoil.
On one hand, he felt he should be responsible for the girl; they were still young and shouldn't mess around. On the other hand, Meng Fanxing's words of encouragement to give Anru a try kept echoing in his ears. Since the girl didn't mind, he... should go for it, right?
If he tries just once, he'll probably be able to completely forget about his foolish behavior with Shen Zhifei that day. He will, won't he? He definitely will.
Once he tries it, he will definitely never forget the experience, and in the future, the protagonist in his dreams will definitely not be Shen Zhifei.
Selfishness prevailed over reason, and Song Lang steeled his heart, pulling An Ru towards the school gate.
"Please stop crying. I'm like a block of wood. You can bite me all you want, I won't fight back. I'll help you get revenge, okay?"
He held Anru's hand tightly, and Anru gave him a token push, but when she couldn't shake him off, she let him be.
There are many unregulated small hotels around the school where you can check in without an ID card.
The two walked hand in hand to the front desk of a small hotel. It was their first time there, and they were so nervous that their palms were covered in sweat, even though it was a freezing winter day.
To everyone's surprise, the receptionist was already used to this kind of thing and was busy playing Candy Crush, not even raising her head once.
"The innermost room on the third floor is 388. The deposit is 150. If you get the sheets or duvet cover dirty, the deposit won't be refunded." The receptionist tossed the key to Song Lang and waved it between two fingers. Song Lang quickly pulled out two red bills and handed them over.
They swiped their cards to go upstairs, entered the room, and closed the door, remaining silent throughout.
Anru sat on the edge of the bed, feeling awkward for a moment, then patted the spot next to her: "Come here, what are you standing there for?"
"oh…"
Song Lang moved closer, gave an awkward laugh, and started making conversation: "Um, this room is quite clean, isn't it... The decor is alright, not too tacky..."
As they were talking, Anru suddenly pounced on him and kissed his lips. Song Lang hesitated for only a second before returning the kiss.
The two of them fell onto the bed, and the atmosphere in the room became increasingly heated. Song Lang took off his down jacket and sweater.
He was only wearing a close-fitting black thermal shirt on his upper body, which outlined the boy's well-maintained physique with beautiful and powerful lines.
Anru also took off all her coats and wrapped her legs around Song Lang's waist, pressing him against her body.
Song Lang quickly became erect.