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Turning the page further, his name appeared everywhere.
Some were written carefully, stroke by stroke; others were written casually and freely. Later, more of them were a kind of frenzied outburst of suppressed thoughts, with the paper being pierced by the pen tip.
Song Lang was heartbroken and dared not watch any longer.
He picked up the phone, thought for a moment, entered 122610, and unlocked it successfully.
Song Lang took a few deep breaths, opened his text message inbox, and found the scheduled messages lying there quietly for him to browse, but Song Lang no longer needed to look at them.
He didn't really need to come back, but he had to struggle with it, perhaps so that his guilt wouldn't be too intense.
He slumped onto Shen Zhifei's bed, placing the yellowed notebook against his chest, his gaze fixed on the ceiling, listening to the ticking of the clock on the wall, unable to fall asleep at all.
He watched the clock tick by, and when the hour hand reached 4, he jumped up from the bed, grabbed the notebook and his phone, and hurriedly left the house.
When he rushed back to Qingping Mountain, everyone in the courtyard was still huddled in their tents, snoring loudly.
He couldn't find Shen Zhifei.
Then Song Lang strode up the mountain, where there was a viewing platform, the best place to watch the sunrise.
He did not call Shen Zhifei.
He thought to himself, if Shen Zhifei were there, he would rush over and kiss him. Why worry about anything else? Fate had destined them to be together.
Closer, even closer!
Song Lang's heart pounded in his chest.
He ran even faster, but stopped abruptly five meters away. A dozen or so people were standing on the observation deck, but that familiar figure wasn't there.
Just as the tide of despair was about to overwhelm and suffocate him, Shen Zhifei's voice sounded behind him: "Baby, come here."
Chapter 43
Shen Zhifei stood in the dim light of dawn, a gentle smile on her face.
Song Lang clenched his fist and then relaxed it, gritting his teeth as he strode toward the person who had opened his arms to him, and punched him on the shoulder.
The strength was great, and Shen Zhifei lost his balance and staggered backward before being hugged tightly.
Song Lang wrapped his arms tightly around his waist, with such force that he felt he could break him in two.
"You're a lunatic." He buried his head in Shen Zhifei's neck.
"Yes, that's me." Shen Zhifei gently supported the back of Song Lang's neck with one hand, while stroking the back of his head with the other. She tilted her head and kissed the crown of Song Lang's head, responding softly.
Song Lang detected a hint of laughter in the voice.
"Damn it," he said angrily, biting Shen Zhifei's neck hard, then hugged him tighter, gritting his teeth as if he were ready to risk everything, "If we're going to go crazy, we'll go crazy together."
With the hoodie pulled up over his head, Song Lang lifted his head from behind his neck, and Shen Zhifei cupped his cheeks and kissed him.
The boy's lips were slightly cool, his tongue was warm, and his heart was burning hot.
Under the dim light and with their hats providing cover, they stood behind the crowd, embracing and kissing each other without restraint, seeking warmth and comfort in one another.
When the kiss reached its most passionate moment, their lips parted briefly, their eyelashes fluttering as they captured each other's images in their pupils. They then cupped each other's cheeks and tilted their heads to kiss again.
Their tongues intertwined, their breaths mingled, inseparable.
Song Lang tasted a faint salty bitterness in the kiss. He opened his eyes and saw Shen Zhifei's eyes, which were close to his, glistening with moisture.
He gently stroked Shen Zhifei's damp, cool cheek with his thumb, and as he pulled back, he lightly bit Shen Zhifei's lower lip with his teeth, pulling it outwards. Finally, he lingered and sucked on it a few more times before reluctantly ending the kiss.
"Why are you crying? I'm the one who should be crying, okay?" Song Lang lightly pecked the corner of his eye.
"I didn't cry." Shen Zhifei held his hand, their fingers intertwined. "Let's go watch the sunrise."
People from the foot of the mountain gradually arrived at the viewing platform to watch the sunrise. As they passed by, they couldn't help but glance at them a few more times. Song Lang felt uncomfortable and tried to shake off Shen Zhifei's hand, but it was held even tighter.
"There's no one there."
Shen Zhifei led him to a secluded spot, around a patch of rugged rocks, and finally to a flat grassy area directly below the viewing platform.
Surrounded by mountains and rocks, with a man-made viewing platform suspended overhead, no one can see them.
This small piece of land temporarily belongs to them.
"Coming to such a remote place, can we even see the sunrise?" Song Lang's throat was burning, his voice dry and hoarse.
Shen Zhifei found a relatively flat spot to sit down, and with a sudden pull, he dragged Song Lang into his arms, causing him to stumble and fall. In a dizzying moment, Song Lang was pinned to the ground on the grass.
His lips were kissed again, his teeth were pried open, and Shen Zhifei's tongue forcefully invaded his mouth, conquering and savagely leaving Song Lang no room to resist.
Between hot, rapid breaths, Song Lang's blood boiled because of this rough kiss, and his innate desire to conquer was aroused. He grabbed Shen Zhifei's hair tightly with one hand, and reached under his chin with the other hand, hooked his arm around the other's waist, and twisted his body to turn their positions around.
The kiss was interrupted for a moment. Song Lang lowered his head to look at the person lying in the grass beneath him, and then pounced on him fiercely like a leopard.
With unrestrained passion, their hands were no longer content with simply holding hands. Song Lang lifted the hem of Shen Zhifei's hoodie and slipped his hand inside along the boy's beautiful and strong waistline.
The scalding heat in my palms almost set my skin on fire.
Shen Zhifei brushed Song Lang's bangs back, then pressed his palm against Song Lang's forehead. During a breathless moment while kissing, he licked Song Lang's lower lip with the tip of his tongue, panting, and coaxed in a hoarse voice, "Touch your little treasure down there, it's so hard, I want to fuck you."
A fire exploded in Song Lang's mind, burning his ears until they bled red.
The impact of this crude remark was immense, especially coming from the usually aloof and composed Shen Zhifei; it was incredibly devastating.
In the instant he lost his focus, Shen Zhifei had already flipped him over and pressed him back onto the grass, forcefully squeezing between his legs.
"Damn it—no way!"
Song Lang resisted with all his might, pushing off the ground with his legs and trying to escape Shen Zhifei's control.
Shen Zhifei hooked his legs and pulled him back, leaning down and pressing down on him, chuckling softly, "What are you afraid of?"
"We're still outside, are you crazy?" Song Lang struggled a few times but couldn't break free. His voice softened, but his handsome features were full of worry. "Feifei, stop messing around, don't do anything reckless."
"Don't worry," Shen Zhifei lowered her head and kissed his furrowed brow, "I won't touch you now."
As they were talking, a cool hand slipped inside Song Lang's shirt, circled his flat stomach a few times, then slipped into his pants, grabbed his already erect penis, and began to stroke it up and down.
A surge of pleasure washed over him, and Song Lang arched his back in ecstasy, letting out a few soft moans.
His body’s honest reaction filled him with an indescribable shame.
He, a grown man, was being masturbated by his younger brother, and he not only found it enjoyable, but the outdoor environment added a lot of excitement and stimulation to the experience.
Song Lang raised his arm to cover his eyes, trying to alleviate his shame.
Shen Zhifei lowered her head and kissed him, her tongue mimicking the movements of intercourse, moving in and out of his mouth from time to time, causing Song Lang's lower body to swell even more.
He thrust his hips restlessly, matching Shen Zhifei's rhythm, his penis thrusting in and out wantonly in that slender, beautiful, and powerful hand.
"Brother, open your eyes and look at me," Shen Zhifei suddenly said to him. "Take your hand away and open your eyes."
"Don't call me brother—" Song Lang refused to accept this title and refused to listen to reason.
Shen Zhifei refused, calling out "brother" over and over again, her fingers sliding up the bulging veins of the penis, across the coronal sulcus, the foreskin being pulled back to gradually cover a small portion of the glans, and then Shen Zhifei's hand stopped there.
His fingertips deliberately traced the crease between the foreskin and the glans, then brushed against the urethral opening at the tip. The unfamiliar yet intense pleasure caused Song Lang to tremble slightly all over, and his toes curled up.
"Brother, I need you to watch over me."
Shen Zhifei teasedly caressed the most sensitive little hole with his fingertips again, but Song Lang bit his lip and closed his eyes even tighter because of the intense pleasure. As punishment, Shen Zhifei used his fingernail to prick the urethral opening that had already secreted prostatic fluid.
"Fuck—hiss!"
Song Lang felt both pain and pleasure, and only then did he open his slightly reddened eyes, glaring angrily at the person who had assaulted him.
Shen Zhifei immediately let him go, her hand still damp with the fresh moisture emanating from Song Lang's body, as she tried to please the hot, hard penis again.
“Song Lang, when you ejaculate, your eyes should be looking at me, and your mind should be thinking of me,” he leaned in to kiss Song Lang, his hands moving faster and faster, “and it would be best if you also had me in your mouth.”
"Um...you..."
Song Lang blushed and wanted to ask him where he had learned such lewd talk, but waves of pleasure piled up and rushed through his nerves. He was caught in the tide of lust and floated up and down with Shen Zhifei's movements, unable to utter a complete sentence.
Just as he was about to ejaculate, Shen Zhifei bit his earlobe and whispered like a seductive enchantress, "Make me part of your orgasm."