Song Lang had already completely fallen for him, so how could he bear to go to class?
"When are you leaving? Can you stay at school?"
“I came here with my senior to attend a lecture on youth entrepreneurship. This is his alma mater, and no one will ask if we walk around the campus together.” Shen Zhifei quietly took his hand and led him into the teaching building. “I will stay for a few more days. You can focus on your studies. I won’t leave.”
"Senior? What senior? Is it just the two of you?" Alarm bells rang in Song Lang's mind. "What kind of business are you starting? Aren't you a freshman? You've only studied a few major courses and you're already starting a business? Be careful you don't get scammed out of your money or your virtue."
The key point is "sexual deception".
"I'm just getting a feel for the startup scene and related information. I'll definitely put it into practice later. Don't worry," Shen Zhifei leaned close to his ear and whispered, "You're straight, senior."
Song Lang couldn't rest easy; hadn't he himself been perfectly upright before?
He gripped Shen Zhifei's hand tightly, wishing he could never let go: "You're still young, still so naive. Don't believe everything people say; always be careful. You came so early this morning, so where did you sleep last night? A hotel? Did you sleep alone or..."
"Brother." Shen Zhifei stopped in his tracks, interrupting him, his expression serious, which startled Song Lang.
"W-What's wrong?"
"If you say that again, I'll drag you to a hotel to sleep." Shen Zhifei suddenly leaned in, his voice extremely low, his magnetic tone teasingly seductive, "I'll fuck you until you can't get out of bed."
Song Lang lowered his eyes and stared at his thin lips, subconsciously licking the corner of his mouth, his throat feeling parched.
He really wanted to reply with "Okay".
At this moment, Shen Zhifei smiled and straightened up, letting go of Song Lang's hand and affectionately patting his lower back, "Go to class quickly, I'll wait for you here at noon."
"Oh, oh," Song Lang mechanically went upstairs, glancing back every few steps at the person dressed in black standing at the top of the stairs, and said worriedly, "Don't wander off."
Shen Zhifei waved his gloves at him: "Okay, I'll definitely wait for you."
Song Lang was sitting in the classroom, but his mind was wandering outside the window. As soon as the bell rang, he rushed downstairs. Shen Zhifei probably expected this, so he waited at the bottom of the stairs and chatted with him for five minutes before Song Lang ran back to continue his class.
Finally, school let out at noon. Song Lang rushed downstairs, grabbed Shen Zhifei's hand, and ran out of the school.
After turning the corner near the school, they went into a deserted alley, where Song Lang pinned Shen Zhifei against the wall and kissed her passionately.
Shen Zhifei cupped his face in her hands, gently stroking the corners of his eyes with her leather gloves. Amidst their disordered breathing, she wiped away the hot tears that rolled down Song Lang's cheeks. They kissed passionately under the bright winter sun.
It took Song Lang a long time before he reluctantly released those two soft hands.
Their foreheads touched, their noses brushed against each other, and their eyelashes trembled as they gazed at each other.
"Were you standing at the stairwell all morning? Weren't you cold?" Song Lang tilted his head and pressed his face against Shen Zhifei's palm. "Your gloves are so warm."
“Yes, you told me back in the winter of my first year of high school that I should remember to wear gloves when I go out, and I have always done so.” Shen Zhifei leaned down and lightly kissed the corner of his lips. “That way, when I touch you, you will be warm.”
Song Lang laughed, sniffed, and took Shen Zhifei's hand away from his face, holding it in his own. "Come on, I'll take you to eat."
They went to a restaurant near the school, where many students would eat. When they arrived, the main hall was bustling and almost full, so the two went directly to a private room upstairs.
After ordering the food and closing the door, the two kissed passionately until the waiter knocked on the door.
"You still haven't answered me, do your parents know you're here?" Song Lang said while putting food on Shen Zhifei's plate. "Eat more, you've gotten so thin your chin is pointy, you look even more miserable than me, a senior in high school."
"Mom knows I came to this city, but whether she secretly came to see you is probably just a guess." Shen Zhifei ladled soup for him, glanced at the cloud of worry between his brows, and smiled, "What are you thinking about?"
Song Lang bit his chopsticks and sighed, "I'm wondering when they'll finally agree."
Shen Zhifei ruffled his hair and said, "It will happen sooner or later."
"Hey, never mind, we haven't seen each other for over a year, talking about this will ruin the mood." Song Lang tilted his head and looked at him: "Tell me about your college life, I want to know."
Shen Zhifei smiled and said, "There's nothing to say."
"How could that be? Xingzi told me you went to report for duty during the Spring Festival and didn't even go home for summer vacation. What have you been busy with?" Song Lang asked tentatively. "You haven't been working on this startup project with that senior of yours, have you?"
"No, I plan to minor in finance and computer science. I need to get a high GPA to enroll, so I don't have time to go home." Shen Zhifei said in a flat tone, easily glossing over his days and nights of hard study, without mentioning it at all.
He didn't want Song Lang to feel sorry for him.
Even if he didn't say it, Song Lang was still worried.
"You're only a freshman, what's the rush? People go to college to enjoy themselves, but it feels like you're working yourself to death. No wonder you've lost weight."
"I want to earn money to support you as soon as possible," Shen Zhifei pushed the soup bowl towards him, "Drink it while it's hot, and you won't feel cold."
“Feifei,” Song Lang grabbed his wrist, his gaze intense, “I don’t need you to work so hard for me. I can shoulder this burden with you, do you hear me?”
“…Okay.” Shen Zhifei grasped his hand in return, and after a moment of silence, smiled and said, “But, baby, when will you be able to score 120 on your math test?”
Song Lang blinked, suppressing his sour feeling, and said with a mix of anger and laughter, "Damn it, shouldn't the next step be a kiss? You're talking to me about grades now?"
"Well, if you're not good at math, I'll have to manage the money in our family from now on. That's too much work." Shen Zhifei leaned closer and said in a coquettish tone, "Brother, please be kind to me and help me do well in math."
"……Depend on."
Song Lang threw down his chopsticks, grabbed his slender neck, and pressed him down on the chair, showering him with kisses.
As they kissed, he straddled Shen Zhifei's long legs, his hands wandering into his coat.
But with so many layers of winter clothes on, Song Lang couldn't feel any warm skin no matter how hard he tried, and he became impatient.
Shen Zhifei hugged him tightly, buried her head in his school uniform, and chuckled, "Don't move, brother, let me catch my breath."
Song Lang grabbed his hair and said in a hoarse voice, "Stop what? We've been holding back for over a year. If we don't use it now, the gun will rust."
"No, I often think about you while I masturbate." Shen Zhifei rubbed his buttocks, tilted his head back and gently bit his chin, and asked, "What about you? Have you ever thought about me while you masturbated?"