But he couldn't control his desire for more.
It's as if I've been poisoned by someone named "Shen Zhifei," unable to explain why I've fallen for him, yet unable to extricate myself.
He craved to lick Shen Zhifei's soft lips, drawing deadly yet sweet poison from the other's moist tongue.
He wanted to drown in that tender kiss; morality and reason were utterly rendered meaningless at that moment.
As the movie gradually reached its climax, the scenes became increasingly chilling, and even the usually fearless Song Xianji was finding it hard to cope.
He glanced back and saw the cold light from the screen shining on the two people sitting together in the back row. Even though their coats were covering their heads, it was obvious what they were doing.
Ha, this guy surnamed Song really can't resist stimulation and provocation; he surrendered so quickly.
"Holy crap—!"
Meng Fanxing was terrified when a ghostly face suddenly appeared behind the female lead. Forgetting all her ambition when buying the ticket, she slumped down next to Hao Wei without any regard for her image.
He and Xu Xiaojun each draped one of Hao Wei's arms, their posture very girlish.
Hao Wei couldn't stand his wailing in her ear, and pushed his big head away with obvious disgust: "You're so noisy."
Meng Fanxing trembled and leaned closer to Song Xianji.
He dared not watch the movie any longer, so he noticed that the seat next to Song Xianji was empty.
"Huh? Where's Little Fei?"
He straightened his neck and glanced at the row in front of him, then turned to look back, only to be slapped on the head by Song Xianji.
"What are you looking at? Focus on the movie." Song Xianji pressed his head down and wouldn't let go.
Meng Fanxing grabbed his wrist and said, "Hey, what are you doing? Let go! I'm looking for someone."
"Tsk, you're so stubborn."
Song Xianji forcibly straightened his head, while simultaneously reaching behind the seat with his other hand and patting it twice to remind the two male classmates in the back row who were reluctant to part.
Song Lang didn't hear it, but Shen Zhifei gently bit his lower lip, ending the long kiss.
As his coat was taken off, the warm air from the cinema rushed towards him, making Song Lang shiver.
He stiffly straightened his back, his gaze fixed on the giant movie screen, a mix of shame and astonishment welling up inside him. He pursed his lips, which were glistening from the kiss, and his mind drifted elsewhere.
Has he gone mad? Has Fei Fei lost her mind too? Doesn't he like Song Xianji? Why did he respond to this kiss and go mad with him?
Could it be—
Song Lang suddenly recalled all the things Shen Zhifei had told him.
There's someone I really like, but I don't dare let him know.
He is cheerful, loves to laugh, and enjoys joking around with his friends. However, he is careless and easily gets impatient.
Song Lang, don't seduce me.
Brother, please tell me you like me, okay?
...
Word by word, the words are still in my ears.
Song Lang became increasingly certain of his guess, after all, when he asked Shen Zhifei about his relationship with Song Xianji, Shen Zhifei had never nodded in agreement.
Perhaps he simply couldn't explain further because he had fallen for someone he shouldn't have liked.
Moreover, someone as principled as Fei Fei wouldn't allow such excessive things to happen again and again if she didn't like him.
Can--
What if Feifei is just being considerate of him being her older brother and feels embarrassed to refuse?
Song Lang was a little uncertain again.
He realized he was truly unsuitable for this kind of mental work; spending so much time lost in thought only made him anxious and uneasy, which served no purpose whatsoever.
Given his personality, he should have taken Shen Zhifei to the dojo, explained everything clearly, and ended the event with a satisfying sparring match.
But this won't work.
Whether the answer is yes or no, Song Lang was not mentally prepared. He didn't know how to face Shen Zhifei. At this moment, he didn't even have the courage to turn his head to look at the other person.
He remained in a daze until the movie ended, not snapping out of it.
Shen Zhifei patted him on the shoulder, and Song Lang jumped up as if he'd been hit on the butt with a firecracker, then lowered his head and walked to the other side.
His wrist was grabbed, and in his panic, he caught a glimpse of Shen Zhifei's lips, which were red from his kiss. His pupils felt burned, and he quickly looked away.
Shen Zhifei said helplessly, "The exit is this way."
Song Lang nodded: "Oh, okay, okay."
Shen Zhifei then let go of his hand and walked towards the exit at the bottom of the steps.
Song Xianji strode after him, stretched out his hand in front of Shen Zhifei, and asked for a reward as he walked: "Don't you have to give me something? If it weren't for me, would you two have progressed so quickly?"
Shen Zhifei unusually showed him a kind expression, "Thank you."
Song Xianji sighed and whispered in his ear, "It would be best if that guy cherished you, otherwise I'll definitely pursue you relentlessly until I get you."