He kissed her almost fiercely, panting heavily. His hand, guided by Anru's, touched the girl's soft breasts. He opened his eyes and glanced at Anru.
Seeing her watery eyes, Song Lang couldn't help but call out "Feifei" in a daze.
"Huh?" Anru didn't hear him clearly, her face flushed as she looked at him. "What's wrong?"
When Song Lang came to his senses, he felt as if he had been doused with a bucket of cold water, and the heat in his lower body went out.
Anru noticed, and she shyly wrapped her arms around his neck, rubbing her face against his neck like a kitten.
Song Lang, flustered and breathless, kissed her, looking like a lustful devil, but only he knew what he was afraid of.
With my eyes closed, all I could see in my mind was Shen Zhifei's handsome face.
He even clearly remembered their conversation that day, their breaths mingling.
Damn you.
Clasp your legs together, squeeze them tight, and I won't go in.
Song Lang, do you like it this way?
Please tell me you like me, bro.
I like it, I like it very much.
...
He seemed to be hallucinating, Shen Zhifei's pleading lingering in his ears, Song Lang muttering "I like you" under his breath, his mind in a daze, kissing An Ru's cheeks, neck and earlobes haphazardly.
He kissed her forcefully, his body heat ignited again, and the movements of his lips and tongue carried the rudeness and impatience unique to young men.
Anru was hurt by him, and frowned as she patted Song Lang's shoulder: "Gently, gently, you scared me."
The moment Song Lang opened his eyes, a dark, enigmatic glint flashed deep within them.
He got off Anru, rubbed his face a couple of times, and then went to get his coat: "I'm going out to buy something."
Anru pulled the blanket over herself, wrapping her thin frame tightly, and asked with a flushed face, "Buy...buy what?"
Song Lang didn't say anything, but quickly put on his down jacket, turned around and walked out of the room.
He ran downstairs as fast as he could, running until he was completely exhausted before finally disappearing into a small alley. He leaned against the wall, panting heavily, his eyes fixed blankly on his toes.
After a long time, he took out his phone, opened Baidu, and asked a question anonymously.
Is it normal to think about another guy I masturbated with the first time I had sex with my girlfriend?
He already knew the answer when he wrote down the question with trembling hands.
But Shen Zhifei would cause him to have emotional biases, and he needed someone else to judge and condemn this reverie.
Before long, enthusiastic netizens provided their answers.
Congratulations on finding your long-lost Calabash Brother! Give him a chrysanthemum, and he'll give you a cucumber in return.
[Two-timing? That's not very nice, buddy.]
[This only suggests that your sexual orientation might be bisexual with a slight homosexual tendency. If you keep thinking about him, then go for it! Don't let someone you like slip away easily.]
[First, make sure that guy is gay. If he's straight, you'll be in a lot of pain. However, psychological research shows that most people's sexual orientation isn't fixed. You've both masturbated together, which means he has feelings for you too. Take it slow, take it one step at a time, and good luck!]
...
Looking at the various answers, Song Lang felt even more confused.
Just as I was lost in thought, my phone rang. It was Anru.
"Song Lang, where have you been? Why haven't you come back yet?"
Song Lang was in a state of agitation, his tone tinged with anxiety: "Ah, I don't know where I am either."
Anru was a little unhappy: "What do you mean? You're leaving me here, a girl. If you don't want to, just say so. I don't need you."
Her aggressive tone made Song Lang even more irritated. "Whatever," he said, hanging up the phone. Just as he was about to put the phone back, it rang again.
"What now?" he asked impatiently.
There was a long silence on the other end of the phone before a clear, cold voice finally rang in Song Lang's ears.
"Song Lang, it's me."
Chapter 023
Shen Zhifei asked him to meet at the Taekwondo gym. When Song Lang rode his bike there, it was already dark. There were only a few people in the gym, and the cleaning lady was cleaning the training area.
Song Lang pushed open the door to a small classroom. The room was dark, with only a dim yellow light from the streetlights outside the window.
Shen Zhifei, dressed in a white Taoist robe, stood by the window with his back to him. His tall and slender figure was lost in the dim night, looking desolate and lonely.
Song Lang's heart inexplicably clenched.
He stared at him blankly at the door for a long time before touching the switch.
With a "snap," the 20-square-meter classroom was illuminated by an incandescent light.
Shen Zhifei didn't turn her head; her gaze remained fixed on the increasingly deserted street outside the window. "Do you remember when I asked you what it feels like to like someone?"