A madman who falls in love with his own brother.
Chapter 016
"How old are you? How can you still trip and fall on flat ground while walking?"
While seemingly reprimanding Shen Zhifei, Song Lang applied medicine to Shen's scraped knee. ()
The iodine was applied to the wound, and the cool, stinging sensation made Shen Zhifei bite his lip to keep from making a sound, but his slightly trembling legs still told Song Lang that he was in a lot of pain.
"Hey," Song Lang's tone softened instantly, and he loosened his grip even more, "It's almost December, if you had worn an extra pair of long johns, would you have scraped your knee?"
Shen Zhifei shifted her gaze to Song Lang's lower body.
Song Lang immediately shouted, "Why are you looking at me? Can you compare to me? I can go winter swimming without any problem, can you?"
No sooner had she finished speaking than there was a knock at the door. Shen Lingyu yelled at him from outside the bedroom, "Song Lang, are you asking for trouble? Your brother is already in pain, why are you yelling at him so loudly!"
"Mom—why are you everywhere? I won't yell at him anymore, he's your precious darling, okay?!"
Song Lang continued applying the medicine with a pitiful expression, and Shen Zhifei finally smiled a little, her eyes crinkling at the corners, her gaze gentle and reserved.
Lying in bed that night, Shen Zhifei's mind kept replaying the scene of Song Lang carefully applying medicine to him. He was obsessed, tracing the other's outline over and over again. When he closed his eyes, that face only became clearer and clearer.
I can't sleep, and I can't shake off Song Lang's image no matter what I do.
Shen Zhifei threw off the covers, put on a cotton pajama coat, and limped out of the room.
He knocked lightly twice on the door next door, his voice so low he could barely hear himself: "Brother, are you asleep?"
The silence of the night felt so long and agonizing. Just as Shen Zhifei was about to turn back to his room, the door blocking his way opened a crack.
"Feifei? Why aren't you asleep yet?" In the dim light, a strand of Song Lang's hair flew up.
Why aren't you asleep? It's because of you, of course.
Shen Zhifei pursed her lips and whispered, "Insomnia."
Song Lang was bare-legged, and although the heating was on in the room, he still couldn't help but shiver.
He grabbed Shen Zhifei's wrist, pulled him into the house, and said as he closed the door, "Hurry, hurry up and get under the covers, you're freezing."
Shen Zhifei walked to the bedside; the unlit room concealed his unease perfectly.
"What are you standing there for? Hurry up and get in. You sleep inside, I'll sleep outside."
Shen Zhifei was gently pushed, and he climbed onto the bed. The warmth of Song Lang still lingered in the blankets, making his skin sting.
"Hehe," Song Lang also squeezed in, helped Shen Zhifei take off his coat and throw it on the chair to the side, and then tucked him in. "This is the first time we've shared a blanket, isn't it?"
“No,” Shen Zhifei corrected him, “Hawaii.”
He lay flat on his back, his limbs a little stiff. Song Lang was burning with passion. At this moment, the two of them were arm in arm and leg to leg, and he was completely enveloped by Song Lang's aura, as if he was about to catch fire.
The arsonist, unaware of his own actions, turned to face him and grabbed Shen Zhifei's cool arm.
“Hawaii doesn’t count, that bed was too big. There was at least enough room for two Meng Fanxings between us, unlike now.” Song Lang simply draped his legs over Shen Zhifei. “Why are you so cold? Were you standing outside the door for a long time?”
"No." Shen Zhifei's whole body stiffened even more, and a certain part of him was about to get hard. He patted Song Lang's thigh, "It hurts."
"Oh right, I forgot," Song Lang lifted his leg off Shen Zhifei, kicking the blanket open a crack and letting in a gust of cold wind that made him shiver. "Did I just touch your knee?"
Shen Zhifei breathed a slight sigh of relief and was about to answer "It's nothing" when a buzzing sound came from under the pillow.
It's the sound of the phone vibrating.
This was a graduation gift from Song's parents when they graduated from junior high school a while ago. It was the same model of cell phone that Shen Zhifei also had.
Song Lang turned down the screen brightness and silently typed a few characters to reply to the message. Soon, the phone vibrated again.
Shen Zhifei couldn't help but glance at the screen out of the corner of his eye. The contact name was Anru. He couldn't see the specific chat content, but he could vaguely see a cute heart emoji popping up on the screen.
A pang of sadness welled up inside me.
Just like the feeling he had seven hours earlier when he stood alone on the snow-covered steps and deliberately tried to fall down.
He rolled over and lay face to face with Song Lang, his knees pressed against Song Lang's body. His wounds started hurting again, but he didn't want to dodge. He hoped the pain would be even worse, so that it would wake him up.
The phone kept vibrating. In between texting, Song Lang glanced at Shen Zhifei. The phone's glow shone in his eyes, turning them into two bright white dots.
"Am I disturbing you?"
Shen Zhifei rested his hands on his cheeks, staring intently at Song Lang. He shook his head and asked, "Is she the girl you took home today?"
Song Lang's eyes darted away, a sign of his embarrassment. "Ah, it's her."
"Is it pretty?" Shen Zhifei asked again.
"Well, well, that's how it is." Song Lang picked up his phone again and replied to An Ru's text message, a smile involuntarily creeping onto his face.
Shen Zhifei thought she must be very beautiful.
The pale fluorescent light illuminated a corner of the room, casting a shadow over Song Lang's handsome face. His joy and sweetness did not escape Shen Zhifei's gaze.
A dull ache gripped his heart, and Shen Zhifei could no longer maintain a calm expression as he looked at Song Lang. He chose to close his eyes.
However, her hearing is still intact.