The two extreme emotions of restraint and unbridled passion repeatedly tore him apart, almost tearing his personality into two completely different halves.
But he had to endure it.
Song Lang was far too important for him to act rashly.
He had to remain hidden in the shadows and confirm repeatedly that Song Lang was already under his control and could not easily break free before he dared to take this step.
finally.
This step has been taken.
He kissed her passionately, his whole body trembling. He noticed that Song Lang's resistance gradually subsided, and he was finally aroused to respond passionately. Only then did Shen Zhifei gradually reveal his tenderness.
Their lips parted briefly, and Song Lang reached out to support Shen Zhifei's nape, turning his head to kiss her. His tongue swept the moisture from Shen Zhifei's lips into his mouth, mingling with her breath, and spraying it onto her cheek, which was so close to his.
They embraced and kissed as they headed towards the darker place.
Shen Zhifei squeezed Song Lang into a corner, grabbed his hair with one hand to force him to tilt his head back slightly, and leaned down to kiss that part of his neck.
His lips brushed against the thin skin, lingering intimately along the throbbing veins. Song Lang placed one hand loosely on the top of his head, his head resting against the cold, rough wall. He stared blankly at the starry sky above, murmuring the name he longed for.
"Feifei—hiss—"
Shen Zhifei opened her mouth and bit his collarbone, wanting to bite a bloody mark there as punishment for Song Lang's slowness and hesitation.
But he couldn't bear to see him in pain, so he loosened his teeth and used his lips and tongue to soothe the violated skin.
The tingling sensation made Song Lang groan twice in discomfort, and his breathing became rapid and heavy.
Shen Zhifei looked up, and even though the light was already very dim, Song Lang could still see the burning starlight in his eyes.
It was as if Shen Zhifei had gathered all the brilliance of the starry sky, captured it in his eyes, and then presented it to him.
Song Lang leaned in as if bewitched to kiss him, but at the last second, reason held him back.
He grabbed Shen Zhifei's hair and pulled her away a bit.
Their foreheads touched, noses brushed against noses, their breaths were mixed and unclear, and their lips were almost touching.
As they whispered sweet nothings in each other's ears, Song Lang said in a hoarse voice, "No."
"Why not?" Shen Zhifei squeezed between Song Lang's legs, the thin fabric of her clothes unable to conceal the secrets of her body. "You clearly like me."
"That won't do either!"
After shouting, Song Lang lost control and captured Shen Zhifei's soft lips, sucking on them briefly before reluctantly letting go.
His breathing was rapid and unsteady, and his words were filled with pain and frustration: "You can be with anyone, but I fucking can't!"
"Just because you're my brother?"
"Yes! That's why! That's the fucking reason!"
Song Lang lunged at Shen Zhifei fiercely, cupping his cheeks and kissing him haphazardly. The two switched positions, with Shen Zhifei pinned against the wall. Song Lang vented his anger by biting and nibbling at his lips, devoid of the passion or tenderness from before.
In the midst of the struggle, Shen Zhifei tasted the bitterness of tears.
He had never seen Song Lang cry.
Ever since they met as children, Song Lang has been smiling most of the time. Even when he was beaten up in elementary school and had a black eye, he just grinned and told himself to stay away.
"Don't cry, don't cry." Shen Zhifei patted Song Lang's back gently, and after he calmed down, he kissed away the tears on Song Lang's cheeks. "I like you, Song Lang, and you like me too. We should be together. There's nothing that can't be."
"No, no, no," Song Lang sniffed twice and abruptly stepped back from Shen Zhifei. "Don't fucking seduce me, don't mess with me! I don't have any feelings for you that way."
He emphasized it repeatedly, as if he were trying to convince himself not to waver.
He turned to run into the night, but this time, Shen Zhifei would not give him a chance to hide.
Shen Zhifei grabbed his wrist and said, "Are you still deceiving yourself at a time like this? Who said they liked me so much that their legs would go weak at the sight of me? And who is it that sighs and can't sleep all day because of me?"
Song Lang froze on the spot. He turned to look at Shen Zhifei, a mist rising in his bloodshot eyes.
“I told you, you didn’t dare to take another step, so I will.” Shen Zhifei tightened her grip on him. “Baby, just stand here and wait for me. Don’t move and don’t try to run away.”
Song Lang felt as if he had been struck by lightning.
These words were from a conversation between him and F.
"You...how could you..."
Song Lang wanted to ask him how he knew, but the answer was obvious. The absurd idea that he had guessed and denied countless times was actually true.
But he didn't believe it; the Fei Fei he knew couldn't possibly say such shameless and licentious things.
"bite--"
My phone rang at an inopportune moment.
Shen Zhifei released his hand, looked at Song Lang with a smile in her eyes, and said, "Check your text messages."
Song Lang took out his phone, and there was an unread text message on the screen from "F".
He clicked on it, and his eyelids twitched.
"Your black underwear looks really sexy today. Just thinking about it with my eyes closed makes me hard."
Shen Zhifei's voice, like a bewitching demon in the dark night, drifted into his ears through the hazy darkness and then transformed into square characters imprinted on his eyes.