He had imagined countless times in his mind the scene of Song Lang being intimate with a girl, and thought he had mentally prepared himself. But when he saw this moment with his own eyes, he was filled with overwhelming bitterness, jealousy and anger.
He wanted to rush over, push away the girl who was stealing the warmth of Song Lang's lips and tongue, pull Song Lang into his arms and embed him into his body, kiss those lips fiercely, and never let anyone touch him again!
But he couldn't.
Her legs were frozen in place, her knuckles were white as she gripped the doorknob, and Shen Zhifei almost bit her lip until it bled.
The girls in the hallway kept staring at him. Noticing his strange expression, Hao Wei, who had approached him earlier, called out, "Hey, what are you doing standing here? Didn't you find him? He's sitting in the last row of the classroom."
Shen Zhifei snapped out of his daze and restrained himself, closing the door again. He took a gift box out of his bag and said to Hao Wei, "Please give this to him for me, thank you."
Hao Wei took it and asked, "Why didn't you just give it to him?"
"I have something to do, so I'll be going now." Shen Zhifei thanked her again, turned around, and quickly disappeared from the girl's sight.
"How strange, it ran away after it got to the door," Hao Wei said, shaking the beautifully wrapped gift box in her hand. "What is this?"
His friends all gathered around and said, "He's so handsome! I'm sure he's not from our school, otherwise such a handsome guy would have been identified by now."
"Hehe, I just secretly took a picture. I'll post it on the forum later and ask if anyone recognizes it."
"Oh my god, send it to me quickly!"
"Good things should be shared, so send them to me too."
...
While they were gushing over and sharing candid photos, Hao Wei entered the classroom and, seeing the scene in the back row, roughly understood why Shen Zhifei wasn't coming in.
She handed over the gift box, the sound of it hitting the table was quite loud. Song Lang looked up and saw it was her, and laughed, "Still not admitting you like me? Giving me a gift in front of An Ru?"
Anru, who was next to him, nudged his arm shyly, telling him to stop joking around.
Hao Wei scoffed, "Don't flatter yourself. I'm just a deliveryman. A handsome guy delivered this to you."
Song Lang then turned his gaze to the gift box. "Who is it? What is it?"
"I don't know," Hao Wei said. "He's tall, has fair skin, big double eyelids, long eyelashes, but he doesn't have many facial expressions. He's an ice-cold type of handsome guy."
Just from her description, Song Lang already knew the answer.
He quickly tore open the packaging. Anru and Haowei both came over to look. When he opened the box, it was a pair of metallic black over-ear headphones, the very model Song Lang wanted most. It cost nearly five thousand yuan. He had begged Shen Lingyu for more than half a month, but his heartless mother had not agreed to buy it for him.
"Where is he?" Song Lang grabbed his earphones and jumped up, knocking the chair over with a loud thud.
Hao Wei didn't understand why he was reacting so strongly, and pointed out the window: "They just left."
Song Lang turned around, opened the back door, and chased after him like the wind.
He ran as fast as he could, but couldn't catch up with Shen Zhifei. He turned around and went to the bike shed to get his bike. He ran to the Fifth Middle School to inquire and learned that Shen Zhifei had taken leave. He then rode his bike home as fast as he could.
There was a pair of white sneakers in the entryway; he was home.
Song Lang breathed a sigh of relief. While changing his shoes, he glanced into the living room but did not see Shen Zhifei.
"Feifei?" He pushed open the study door and glanced inside. There was no one there. He turned and walked in, arriving at Shen Zhifei's room. He left the door slightly ajar, called out "Feifei" again, and then pushed the door open, meeting the gaze of a person on the bed with disheveled clothes and a flushed face.
He instinctively held his breath, his heart pounding like a drum.
Shen Zhifei, whom I always remembered as being upright and virtuous, was actually masturbating.
Chapter 019
Song Lang was stuck at the door, unable to go in or back out; the world seemed to have been put on pause.
Shen Zhifei stared at him with bloodshot eyes, a sharp ruthlessness hidden in his gaze. He held his throbbing lower body in his hand, showing no intention of putting on his underwear.
"Uh..." Song Lang's gaze shifted downwards, and he unconsciously swallowed. To ease the current awkwardness, he racked his brains, finally managing to think of a question: "Pretty big, huh?"
As soon as he said it, the atmosphere became awkward and slightly eerie. Song Lang cursed himself inwardly for being an idiot.
"Why don't you finish masturbating first, and then I'll come in?" Song Lang asked, but his feet wouldn't budge an inch. He felt as if he were nailed to the spot by Shen Zhifei's gaze, his body beyond his control.
Shen Zhifei stared at him like that, and started masturbating, making no attempt to hide his panting.
Jealousy and envy made him lose his mind. Now, just thinking about the image of Song Lang kissing that girl makes his penis hard and painful, and his chest hurts even more.
He had only one thought in mind: to steal Song Lang's complete attention and make him think only of him. Even if it meant using such a radical and shameless method, it didn't matter. To hell with reason and shame; these things would only cause him pain and push Song Lang further away from him. This feeling was too unbearable.
The more Shen Zhifei thought about it, the sadder she became, and her red eyes even welled up with tears.
Song Lang had his eyes opened today; it was the first time he had ever seen someone cry from masturbating.
He closed the door, locked it, and slowly moved to the bedside. He took a tissue from the table, bent down to wipe Shen Zhifei's tears, and coaxed him gently, "Hey, why are you crying? You're a grown man now, this kind of thing is normal, don't be ashamed, it's nothing to be ashamed of."
Shen Zhifei suddenly reached out and grabbed his wrist with great force, making Song Lang frown.
"Non-non?"
Before the words had even finished, Song Lang was pulled and thrown onto the bed in a dizzying motion. Shen Zhifei was immediately on top of him, their bodies so close that their breaths mingled.
Song Lang tried to push him away, but his arm was pinned down by Shen Zhifei's thigh, and he couldn't break free. "Feifei, stop messing around and let go."
Shen Zhifei remained motionless, his eyes sharp and fierce, quite different from his usual cold and indifferent gaze, giving off a strong sense of intimidation. Sensing Song Lang's struggle, he pressed him down even harder.
Song Lang frowned in displeasure. "Ouch, you're hurting me. I promise I won't tell anyone what happened just now, okay? Let go of me now."
Shen Zhifei simply pressed her naked lower body against him, and said in a hoarse voice, "I saw it."
"Huh?" Song Lang was confused, but with his brother pressing against his inner thigh, he stammered nervously, "What...what do you see?"
"Did you two go too far?" Shen Zhifei gritted his teeth, his jawline taut. He was insanely jealous and was trying his best to restrain himself from doing anything more outrageous. He had already gone too far.
Song Lang suddenly realized, a hint of embarrassment flashing across his face, "You saw me kissing An Ru?"
Shen Zhifei thrust his penis forward again, the tender, sensitive skin scraping against the rough fabric of his pants, a sensation that was both pleasurable and painful. The veins on his forehead and the sides of his neck bulged out as he asked again in a deep voice, "Have you done this before?"
Song Lang shook his head: "No, Feifei, what are you thinking?" He paused, then smiled: "Why are you so angry when you saw us kissing? Do you like Anru? Wait, neither of you should have met her."
Surely it's not that Shen Zhifei is an extreme brother-obsessed person who can't stand other girls taking his brother away from him?
Although he thought the possibility was extremely slim, Song Lang still understandingly squeezed Shen Zhifei's hand and comforted him, "Don't worry, do you think I'm the kind of person who values women over friends? There's a saying, 'Women are like clothes, brothers are like limbs.' Compared to my brother, what is a girlfriend? They all have to step aside."
Shen Zhifei stared at him for a few seconds, then suddenly buried her head in Song Lang's neck, completely losing her strength.
He leaned limply against Song Lang's ear and whispered, "I'm sorry, brother, I'm really sorry."
Song Lang didn't understand why he suddenly apologized to him. He moved his numb wrists, then hugged Shen Zhifei and gently patted his back, as if coaxing a child: "It's nothing, it's over, let's not talk about it anymore."
The gentler he was, the more Shen Zhifei couldn't let go.
On his way home just now, he almost got hit by a car. The thought of Song Lang marrying some woman and having children, of them kissing and touching each other, of them having sex, tore his heart apart. He had felt heartache before, but this time was different. What he saw today was a reminder to Shen Zhifei: everything you've imagined is slowly happening, and you're losing him little by little.
Shen Zhifei was far less carefree than he thought.
He wanted Song Lang so badly he was obsessed.
Shen Zhifei wrapped his arms around Song Lang's neck and tightened his grip. No matter how much Song Lang tried to push him away or coax him, he refused to let go.