"Damn, Shen Zhifei!"
Song Lang was provoked by those words and lost his temper. Just as he finished speaking, there was a loud knocking at the door, which made him weak in the knees and tense in the back.
"Dalang? Feifei?" It was Shen Lingyu's voice.
Song Lang hurriedly tried to run to the side, but Shen Zhifei pressed him back, causing his fingers to penetrate even deeper. Song Lang tilted his head back and groaned.
What are you doing?
Shen Lingyu asked from outside the door. The moment the doorknob was pressed down, Song Lang's heart almost stopped, and his blood vessels felt like they were about to burst.
"Why is the door locked? Song Lang, are you bullying your brother again?"
Shen Zhifei looked up at the person straddling him with his gentle, bright, smiling eyes. He tugged at the fingers that were being squeezed tightly, and Song Lang lowered his head and bit his shoulder to keep quiet.
"Mom, it's nothing," Shen Zhifei said, tilting her head and biting Song Lang's ear. "My brother is memorizing vocabulary words."
"Oh, that's good. You two remember to come out and get something to eat later. The fruit is cut up and on the table." Shen Lingyu said before leaving.
Song Lang held on tightly, refusing to let go. Shen Zhifei, unfazed by the pain, slowly wrote words inside his body with his fingers, whispering in his flushed ear as he wrote: "f, a, n, c, y... Remember them?"
Song Lang lay on him, whimpering softly, his whole body limp. Only the thing that had been frightened and collapsed earlier perked up and stood up again.
"I fancy you" is more romantic than "I like you," but my favorite is still "I love you." If it comes from your mouth, it's the best love confession.
Shen Zhifei spoke very seriously, as if he were really tutoring Song Lang. His accent was British, which Song Lang found particularly pleasant to hear, giving it a romantic feel.
Song Lang wrapped his arms around his neck, shifted his hips restlessly, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Then... what else is there to express liking someone?"
Shen Zhifei tilted her head and kissed the corner of his lips, her eyelashes brushing against the corner of his eye. "Want to know?"
"Yes, I want to."
Song Lang groaned, and the finger that had been disturbing his breathing left.
As his body was once again filled with intense heat, he heard Shen Zhifei slowly say, word by word, "I want to make love with you."
Chapter 047
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Shen Zhifei said he could pay in advance, and Song Lang lay on the bed cursing him for being inhuman.
“Whether or not someone has humanity is not important; what’s important is helping you improve your memory,” Shen Zhifei said. “I’m willing to put that into practice.”
"Get lost."
Song Lang scolded him, but after two days he revived and couldn't help but provoke Shen Zhifei again.
A young person's body can be ignited by just a spark from a glance; a desk, the floor, the bed, or even a door can become a romantic entanglement.
Song Lang was obsessed with physical intimacy, but fortunately Shen Zhifei knew how to restrain himself and remembered to supervise his studies.
"This question is wrong."
Shen Zhifei pointed to the last big question on the test paper. Song Lang glanced at it casually while biting his pen, said "Oh" indifferently, and then said nothing more.
He was mentally planning how to get Fei Fei special treatment, and he had the details clearly pictured in his mind.
Shen Zhifei tapped the test paper twice with his fingers. Song Lang snapped out of his reverie, nodded, and said, "I understand. I'll correct it in a bit."
He nudged Shen Zhifei's thigh with his knee and said, "Neither Mom nor Dad are here today."
This seemingly nonsensical statement is a code.
Shen Zhifei seemed not to understand, simply grunted an "Mmm," and tapped the test paper again.
"You got this question wrong three times."
"Huh? That can't be right?" Song Lang finally looked over properly and laughed, "You're teasing me again."
"I'm not kidding."
Shen Zhifei found a test paper she had done a couple of days ago and placed it in front of Song Lang along with her error notebook. The three questions were exactly the same, and even the data hadn't been changed.
Song Lang scratched his head sheepishly: "How come I don't remember anything about this? Hahahaha..."
“Brother,” Shen Zhifei pressed his hand down, “be serious, building a solid foundation will benefit your college entrance exam.”
"Hey, there are still two years left, what's the rush?"
Song Lang didn't take it seriously, but Shen Zhifei's expression darkened.
"You're not too late to start now, but if you delay any longer, you'll have a very tough time."
“Hmm, I understand,” Song Lang twirled his pen. “Have you been influenced by your mother lately, starting to nag about things like exams and majors?”
"Since you understand it, why don't you do it?" Shen Zhifei asked.
Song Lang detected a hint of reproach in his calm tone.
He saw the shadowy expression beneath Shen Zhifei's calm demeanor and realized he was serious.
He threw his pen on the table and sighed, "Feifei, we've grown up together, you must have known for a long time that I'm not cut out for studying. Is it really worth forcing me to learn?"