"Inferiority complex?" Shen Zhifei's hand remained frozen in place.
"Ah, w-what's wrong?" Song Lang felt like he was about to cramp up from being so tense. "Am I not allowed to reflect on myself?"
“Your grades can improve, you don’t need to feel inferior,” Shen Zhifei comforted her. “It’s not too late to take extra classes now.”
“I know,” Song Lang said through gritted teeth, “You fucking pull your hand out first.”
"Long time no see, let's get familiar with the surroundings."
Shen Zhifei pushed his fingers a little further in, groping for the spot that excited Song Lang, rubbing it a couple of times, and only after he had completely aroused Song Lang's interest did he withdraw his hand and sit up.
Song Lang lay on the bed, covered in sweat, but felt empty inside.
He grabbed Shen Zhifei's hand, staring intently at him, as if complaining about his irresponsible flirting and running away, or as if extending a silent invitation.
"Don't rush, summer vacation has just begun, there's plenty of time."
When Shen Zhifei got up, he deliberately hooked the hem of Song Lang's underwear, then sat down at the desk, took out paper and pen and set them out, then rested his chin on his hand and looked at Song Lang with his head turned to the side.
"W-What are you doing?" Song Lang pulled a small blanket over his crotch, his eyes burning with desire at the sight of him.
"Come over here and be punished once you've calmed down," Shen Zhifei said calmly.
"Huh?" Song Lang didn't understand. "What punishment?"
"You still owe me a self-criticism, have you forgotten?" Shen Zhifei tapped the paper and pen on the table with his fingertip and said, "You were not behaving today, so you've come here to be punished."
Song Lang, carrying a small blanket, pulled over a chair, sat cross-legged next to Shen Zhifei, picked up a pen, and said in a hoarse voice, "What's the punishment?"
Shen Zhifei corrected the pen he was holding upside down, removed the cap, and said, "The theme should be how much you love me now."
Song Lang's face flushed red instantly, his earlobes turning a bright red.
"All in English, baby."
Shen Zhifei added with a slight smile, and his flushed face visibly fell apart.
Chapter 46
Song Lang, pen in mouth, racked his brains, trying to pluck a few words from his mind.
The pen cap was being chewed and crunched, the sounds of his rusty brain components grinding and working together transformed into the mumbling of mosquitoes coming from his mouth.
"What are you muttering about?" Shen Zhifei put down his book and looked over.
"Shh, be quiet! I just thought of a word that's perfect!"
Song Lang picked up his pen to write, but the pen tip touched the paper and then suddenly stopped.
He tilted his chin slightly, rolled his eyes upward, and stared at the lampshade, muttering softly, "F, A, N...F...C..."
The more he thought about it, the less he could remember. In the end, all he could think about was KFC. Frustrated, Song Lang threw his pen on the table and glared at Shen Zhifei.
"You interrupted me, and I forgot everything."
Shen Zhifei picked up the pen that had rolled to the side and asked, "Do you memorize words by rote?"
"Ah, what else?" Song Lang propped up one leg, placing his foot on the edge of the chair, adopting an extremely unrestrained posture.
"Master the phonetics, read and write more." Shen Zhifei twirled the pen between his slender fingers and wrote "I fancy you" on the paper.
Song Lang leaned over, rested his chin on the table, and stared at the beautiful string of letters sliding out from the pen tip. He slapped his thigh and exclaimed, "Yes, that's exactly what I wanted to write!"
Before he could finish speaking, Shen Zhifei suddenly turned her head and lightly pecked him on the cheek.
"Damn, you're ambushing me." Song Lang feigned anger, ruffling and pulling out Shen Zhifei's hair. Then, he pressed half of his face against the table, the heat from his cheeks warming the tabletop.
He looked at him, a smile playing on his lips and in his eyes, "Who the hell taught you to flirt so well? If you were to flirt with girls, you'd be a sure thing every time."
Shen Zhifei leaned closer, their noses touching, and whispered, "I don't flirt with girls, I only flirt with older brothers."
After a moment of silence and eye contact, Song Lang suddenly grabbed Shen Zhifei by the back of the head and kissed her. The blanket slipped to the floor, and he leaned in and pressed Shen Zhifei against the table, kissing her passionately and tenderly, his hands also openly exploring inside her clothes.
Shen Zhifei put his arm around Song Lang's waist, pulled the chair back to make room, and half-pulled, half-carried Song Lang onto his lap. Through the thin fabric of his clothes, he rubbed the two firm and perky buttocks, and his light eyes gradually became veiled with a deep darkness.
My parents were right outside the door, desperately trying to suppress their breathing. The thrill of their affair only amplified their pleasure.
The more nervous you are, the more excited you become.
Shen Zhifei rolled up Song Lang's clothes, buried his face in his chest and kissed him while simultaneously inserting his hand into Song Lang's mouth.
Song Lang bit his nails, tugged at his hair, and whispered "Feifei" in a low, panting voice.
"Brother, lick it wet."
Shen Zhifei tilted his head back and bit his collarbone. Song Lang lowered his eyes to meet his gaze, as if his soul had been stolen away. He stared straight at him and stuck out his tongue, licking those two slender and strong fingers until they glistened with moisture.
"good."
Shen Zhifei held his waist with one hand, her wet fingers firmly yet gently paving the way, passing through soft scenery along the way, until they finally arrived at their destination.
Song Lang frowned and leaned back, one hand on the desk and the other gripping Shen Zhifei's shoulder tightly. With just a slight lowering of his gaze, he could clearly see the scene of him being invaded.
"Hold--"
He suddenly took a deep breath, his lower abdomen revealing beautiful abdominal muscle lines due to the tension of his body. He kicked Shen Zhifei's side hard with his bare feet, his toes curling up as if trying to grip something.
"Don't move." Shen Zhifei tightened his grip on his waist, his fingers circling, gently stirring the fire within Song Lang's body.
"Don't move!" Song Lang gritted his teeth, the intense stimulation making his already weak voice even more erratic. "It hurts and itches, it's so uncomfortable!"
"How itchy?" Shen Zhifei asked in a hoarse voice, her fingers pausing.
Song Lang was hanging in mid-air, neither up nor down, which made him even more uncomfortable. "Hurry up and stop talking nonsense."
"I won't move unless you say anything." Shen Zhifei deliberately thrust his hips forward, pressing his already impatient member against Song Lang's buttocks.
"Hiss—you did this on purpose, didn't you?" Song Lang couldn't hold back any longer and sat down a little lower, angrily saying, "Don't fall into my hands. I'll give you a back door someday, you'll see."
Shen Zhifei smiled, curled her fingers and pressed and kneaded that spot, and Song Lang immediately lost his previous imposing manner.
"Aren't you just using connections now?"