Panting, Song Lang hugged Shen Zhifei's neck and forcefully silenced his deadly mouth with a kiss.
The two kissed for a long time until the wave of pleasure subsided. Only then did Song Lang remember that Shen Zhifei had not yet finished. He reached out to hit Shen Zhifei, but was stopped.
"I'll be fine in a bit." Shen Zhifei hugged him, clinging to Song Lang like a child relying on an adult.
Enveloped in the thin morning mist atop the mountain, their clothes glistening with dew from the grass, they embraced each other silently for a long time before finally sitting up.
Shen Zhifei wiped the semen off his palm with a tissue. When he was about to wipe the liquid that Song Lang had sprayed on his lower abdomen and the hem of his clothes, Song Lang hurriedly snatched the tissue away and said, "I...I...I can do it myself."
Shen Zhifei smiled, her eyes filled with undisguised doting: "Okay, do it yourself."
With his face flushed red, Song Lang turned to the side and quickly cleaned up the stain. Then he rolled the soiled tissue into a ball and asked with difficulty, "Where do I put this?"
"Put it in my pocket, I'll throw it away on the way back," Shen Zhifei said.
"Then... I'll just take it myself."
Since the paper still had his own stuff on it, Song Lang felt embarrassed and stuffed it into Shen Zhifei's pocket.
He hasn't fully adapted to the change in their relationship yet. Except when kissing or masturbating, when he can be completely absorbed and not think about anything else, he still feels a little uncomfortable when he's sober.
When Song Lang put down the tissues, he touched the small notebook he had brought.
"Um..." He handed the notebook to Shen Zhifei, who was sitting next to him, and said, "I've looked at this."
Shen Zhifei casually flipped through the book, glanced at the words on it, and nodded. He had deliberately placed it in that drawer.
“The punch I threw at you just now was because of those letters Lin Qian wrote to me,” Song Lang said. “If you hadn’t pulled this stunt, I might still be in love with women…”
His words trailed off, and Song Lang sighed.
Shen Zhifei turned his head to look at him, his face tinged with a very light blue in the dim light of dawn. "Are you blaming me?"
Song Lang met his gaze: "What's it to you?"
“Everything,” Shen Zhifei said, “the letter, F, and the fact that I like you.”
Upon hearing "I like you," Song Lang's face flushed. He looked away, but put his arm around Shen Zhifei's shoulder. "I already said, I'll go crazy with you. If we have to pin this on someone, it'll be me and you sharing the blame."
Shen Zhifei grasped his hand and said solemnly, "Song Lang, please don't let go of my hand, okay?"
Song Lang squeezed his hand back, tightening his fingers. "Mmm."
A few seconds later, he suddenly realized what was happening and grabbed Shen Zhifei's hand, pulling it in front of his eyes. Seeing the glaring bloodstains on her palm and the back of her hand, he felt a pang of heartache.
"Damn! Your hand is badly covered up. What are you doing watching the sunrise? Let's go to the hospital to get it checked out."
“It’s nothing,” Shen Zhifei hooked his finger and said, “It looks scary, but it doesn’t hurt much.”
"Non-non-existent—"
Song Lang was about to try to persuade him, but Shen Zhifei waved the small notebook in his hand and interrupted him: "It really doesn't hurt. I had a much more serious injury when I was a child, and I was fine, wasn't I?"
Shen Zhifei smiled and glanced at him: "You probably don't know what happened before I came to our family. I've never told anyone about it. Do you want to hear it?"
Song Lang didn't answer, but simply tightened his grip on Shen Zhifei's fingers.
"Actually, there's not much to say. I was too young then, and I don't remember many things clearly. In short, I lost my biological parents after the car accident, and I was disliked by others. Being beaten and scolded was a daily occurrence. I had to be careful to please them, otherwise, if I displeased them, I would be severely beaten."
Shen Zhifei spoke casually, but only he knew that he had an unspeakable purpose in mind when he said these things.
He wanted to make Song Lang feel sorry for him.
He wanted to expose the bloody wounds to Song Lang so that Song Lang wouldn't want him to suffer any more harm. Only in this way could he gain a little more so-called sense of security.
Song Lang felt a lump in his throat and a tightness in his chest. He suddenly understood why Shen Zhifei was so docile and obedient in front of his parents when they first met as children. It turned out that he was afraid of being beaten.
At that time, Shen Zhifei had no love in private; he was only full of vigilance and scars.
"Thank goodness, thank goodness my parents took me home and I met you."
Shen Zhifei nudged Song Lang's shoulder lightly, then looked into the distance. The light mist gradually dissipated, revealing a pale white sky in the distance.
"You love to play and laugh so much, it seems like nothing can stop you from being happy. You have the radiance of the sun in you, dazzling and warm. I want to hug you, Song Lang."
A ray of gold pierced through the clouds, shooting thousands of miles across the vast sky to reach this place.
Shen Zhifei turned his head to look over, and the rays of morning light fell into his pupils, so beautiful that Song Lang couldn't take his eyes off it, and his heart was drawn into it.
Even if I melt away in the sun, I will still hold you.
Chapter 044
Sunlight broke through the sea of clouds, and a magnificent red glow spread from the east, eliciting cheers from the observation deck above.
Song Lang opened his arms and hugged Shen Zhifei tightly, choking back tears as he said, "Those rotten things and rotten people are in the past. From now on, I'll always let you hold me. Don't worry."
"real?"
Shen Zhifei hugged him back, burying her head in Song Lang's neck, seeking confirmation of his promise amidst the scent of green grass.
"Really, I won't lie to you about this."
Song Lang tilted his head and kissed the top of his head.
He wanted to say he'd hold you for a lifetime, but when the words came to his lips, he felt that "a lifetime" was too sentimental and he couldn't bring himself to say it.
Shen Zhifei rested her head on his shoulder, tilted her chin up, and kissed him. Their lingering lips and tongues were accompanied by the gentle breeze, mist, and warm morning light, making them reluctant to part.
As dawn broke, Song Lang's pants were still damp, and the hem of his hoodie had a faint fishy smell. He was afraid of being seen when he returned, so the two of them did not stay there for long.
On the way down the mountain, the two walked side by side, their fingers tightly intertwined beneath their sleeves.
Occasionally, passersby would turn around and glance at the two tall and handsome young men, but no one knew that they were in love.
When the two returned to the town, it was not yet seven o'clock, and the three tents set up on the lawn in the courtyard were still closed and motionless.
Shen Zhifei found their bag in the living room, took out a set of clothes from it, and handed them to Song Lang: "Go to the bathroom to change, and turn on the heater when you take a shower."
"Oh." Song Lang walked to the bathroom door with the clothes, then suddenly stopped, turned around and said to Shen Zhifei, who was not far away, "Feifei, do you want to... do you want to shower together?"
Shen Zhifei was taken aback, and Song Lang regretted what he had said.
But a young man's feelings of love are like a spoonful of thick, hot honey. He is eager to taste the sweetness, and he wants to taste it with Shen Zhifei, preferably with their mouths touching and their bodies pressed together.
"Well, washing together saves water, right?"
Adding excuses at will, his eyes revealing his true intentions.
"Yes, let's conserve water and electricity and not waste it. It depends on you, me, and everyone."
The voice suddenly rang out from behind. When Song Lang turned around, he saw Song Xianji leaning against the bathroom door with his arms crossed and a mocking smile on his face.
The moment their eyes met, Song Xianji winked at him, "Come on, Brother Song, let's take a bath together with Feifei."
"Damn it! When the hell did you get here?!" Song Lang, losing face, suddenly raised his voice.
"Shh—" Song Xianji teased, "You woke up the pigs in the yard, and they all want to come and take a bath with us. The bathroom can't hold them all."
"Damn it." Song Lang couldn't stand his glib manner and was about to explode when his shoulder was pressed down.
"Go wash up first, turn the water up hot, don't get cold." Shen Zhifei's hand ran down Song Lang's back, and he patted Song Lang's waist twice.
It's an ordinary action on a normal day, but once a relationship is established, it takes on a sense of exclusive intimacy.
Song Lang suppressed his temper, picked up his clothes, and walked into the bathroom. As he passed Song Xianji, he heard the man say lightly, "Consider yourself lucky."