Chapter 31: Mutual Help (Three-in-One) Middle school…

The afternoon class at the middle school ends a little later than at the elementary school. After work, He Feng went home, cleaned himself up, and changed into clean clothes before going to pick him up.

After beating He Ping that morning, he rushed to the farm with enthusiasm, working even harder than usual.

When picking up Song Qingshu at noon, He Feng said he'd take him to a restaurant for dinner to celebrate.

Song Qingshu said he'd invite him back after he got his salary, and He Feng agreed.

Few parents were picking up their children at the school gate, while there were more at the elementary school. The middle school kids had to get up on their own in the mornings, carrying their backpacks and heading to school.

A couple owned a breakfast shop near the middle school, where not only students but teachers ate there too. The food was very affordable and homely.

Because many students lived far from home, their breakfast shop also sold lunch, but it mostly consisted of steamed noodles and porridge. He Feng still thought it would be nice to bring Song Qingshu back for dinner, perhaps a stir-fry or steamed buns.

Wang Qunshui's son came out and greeted He Feng, looking excited.

He Feng asked him what good news had happened, and he said he'd become class monitor.

He Feng patted his shoulder with a grave expression, "Then keep an eye on your teacher, Little Song, from now on. Don't let anyone get him upset."

Wang Shun patted his chest and promised him he would, and if anything happened, he'd come to my house.

Very considerately, He Feng pressed a piece of nougat into his hand, but not the White Rabbit, because he'd already had the nougat and not the White Rabbit.

Wang Shun happily left.

He Feng saw Song Qingshu and Zhu Chengfei approaching him under the sycamore tree, and his face froze slightly.

Both of them had a student-like air, their youthful faces and demeanor like a couple strolling through campus.

He Feng, standing by his bicycle, had a menacing look on his face. Although he was wearing a shirt similar in color to Song Qingshu's, he didn't look particularly submissive.

When Song Qingshu looked up and saw him, his chaotic eyes became focused. He turned around and said something to the person next to him and walked over quickly.

Because running puts a heavy load on the heart, He Feng usually doesn't let him do strenuous exercise.

He was still carrying that small canvas bag with nothing in it, and it swayed with the hem of his clothes when he walked.

Zhu Chengfei stood behind and looked from Song Qingshu's back to He Feng's figure. He Feng raised his eyebrows at him, walked forward and put his arm around Song Qingshu's shoulders, took off the messenger bag and hung it on himself.

The two people's movements were very natural and intimate, just like the classmates who were dating in school before.

Zhu Chengfei was frightened by his own thoughts, shook his head and went back to the office.

He Feng was riding a bicycle and asked Song Qingshu how class was today and if there was anything fun?

He really became a parent picking up his child.

Song Qingshu also enjoyed his caring questions. He asked him while swinging his feet on both sides, "Brother, have you noticed? Teacher Jin Yan is in love with Teacher Zhao Yuanhui."

"No, bastard, did you notice?"

"I noticed. They are wearing couple shoes. I didn't expect people nowadays would be romantic."

He Feng had never heard of romance, and didn't care about what he said before. Instead, he asked in confusion, "Romance?"

"What do you mean?"

Song Qingshu paused, not knowing how to explain this abstract word. Now there was no Baidu to ask for the definition of the term.

"That's right, it's about making the person you like feel happy and touched."

He tried to explain it in simple terms. He Feng nodded, seeming to understand, "Yeah, I get it."

"And there's more. There was a child who came late, holding his stomach, and was taken to the doctor by Principal Luo. He said that his tuition was almost stolen on the way here."

"Principal Luo said it must have been He Ping, and he ran to the village chief in a rage. The child said someone saved him and beat He Ping up!" "

That's great, someone taught him a lesson." Song Qingshu tilted his head. "This way he shouldn't bully others again."

He Feng also responded with a yes, but didn't say he did it himself.

There weren't many big restaurants on the street, so an ordinary restaurant would be enough for two people. This restaurant was newly opened this year, and the owner said he had studied in the city for a while before returning.

He Feng thought that although they were from the same place, maybe the food in the city was different from that in the countryside?

So he rode his bike directly to the door of the restaurant, without putting down his bag, and slinging it on his back.

He went in and ordered two beers. He'd actually preferred white wine, but he was afraid Song Qingshu wouldn't like the taste, so he ordered two beers.

Song Qingshu couldn't handle much alcohol, so He Feng grabbed a bottle of Beibingyang soda.

He placed his blanket next to the stool and asked Song Qingshu to order from the menu. The most expensive item was just over a dollar.

But He Feng only made a dollar and a half a day at work, and most dishes were only a few cents. Song Qingshu thought if he ordered just a few dishes, He Feng's day's work would be for nothing, so he didn't dare order.

"Son, you make money to spend. I still have money. Order whatever you want."

"That's right, He Feng has money. Order whatever you want," the boss standing nearby agreed with a smile. She was a married woman on the street, and people liked to come and visit her when she was doing business there. She was actually doing well.

He Feng was right. When he returned home from the army, he was supposed to be offered a job, but he wanted to go home, so he turned it down. So the army gave him a stipend—quite a lot of money.

Enough for him to get married and build a house.

But his home held memories of him and his parents, so he hadn't built a house, nor had he given much thought to marrying.

The remaining money he had was enough to support him and Song Qingshu, and if Song Qingshu wanted, he could always invest in another house.

There was still an unused plot of land on the homestead, so the place they were living in could be kept as their home.

Song Qingshu looked around for a while before ordering a plate of tomatoes with sugar and a large bowl of corn and pork dumplings in sour soup.

Dissatisfied, He Feng took the order and simply ordered a plate of cold beef and Mu Shu pork. He was about to order Kung Pao chicken, but Song Qingshu stopped him, saying they couldn't eat much.

There weren't many people here today, but they expected to be more crowded on the Mid-Autumn Festival, so the food would be served quickly.

A simple dish like tomatoes with sugar arrived in five minutes. The tomatoes were thinly sliced and sprinkled with granulated sugar, which looked quite good.

Song Qingshu had never tried this combination before, so he took a piece and tried it. The sour and sweet tomato paired with the slightly grainy sugar was indeed delicious.

He was adorable when his eyes lit up, and He Feng always noticed it immediately. "Is it delicious?"

Song Qingshu hummed twice, "Sweet."

The owner, who came over to serve the cold beef, continued, "You like sweet food. Next time, try the sweet and sour pork ribs and the grape fish." Song Qingshu

had eaten sweet and sour pork ribs before, in the university cafeteria, and the taste was really average.

He pursed his lips, not saying he didn't like it. He opened his eyes wide and asked, "Grape fish, do you put raisins in it?"

Speaking of dishes, the boss opened up. "No, it's a modified version of sweet and sour fish. They cut the fish into small pieces and deep-fry it several times to set the shape. The bones are fried until crispy, and then they top it with a sweet and sour sauce made with tomato sauce. It's also sour and sweet. Kids love it." "

You told me your secret recipe, aren't you afraid I'll steal it?" He Feng added a garlic sprout, which tasted a bit spicy, and he took a sip of beer.

The boss waved his hand and smiled generously. "Then you can steal it. You can't get the flavor with the starch."

"Li Xia, we're out of sesame oil!" A voice called from the kitchen. The boss shouted, "I'll go get some," and turned to leave.

"Hey, order another grape fish," He Feng shouted towards the kitchen.

Song Qingshu hurriedly tried to stop him, but Li Xia's husband, wearing an apron, came out from behind. Song Qingshu shook his head again, "No, no, no."

The man said nothing. "Okay, call me if you need anything."

He slung the towel over his shoulder and headed back to the kitchen.

"Why not? You must like it." He Feng asked, seeing Song Qingshu's anxious look.

"I can't finish it. The portions here are quite big." That plate of beef was worth 38 cents. It was a large plate with cilantro on top and garlic shoots underneath, but not much.

A layer of sesame oil was poured on the dark red beef, and it smelled delicious.

Because Li Xia hadn't come back yet, the man brought the Mu Shu pork, and he didn't leave, so that the two of them could try it to see if there was anything that didn't suit their taste.

Song Qingshu tasted everything in the dish under his gaze, feeling a little embarrassed, and then said with a polite smile that they were all delicious and didn't need to be improved.

He Feng stuffed almost everything into his mouth with a chopstick. He had developed the habit of not chewing his food slowly, and basically just ate a few bites at random, as long as he was full.

"Yeah, that's great. If you two work hard, you'll definitely make money,"

the man said with a smile. He had invested a lot of money in the restaurant since it was just starting out. If it could take off, while it would be tiring, it would be great to be able to support the family without having to leave the village.

He Feng said that building a business took time, and it wasn't something you could expect to make a fortune right away.

Before they could exchange a few words, Li Xia returned with sesame oil. "Lao Jiao's sesame oil is so fragrant. I can smell it as soon as I enter the yard."

The man told them to eat slowly and took Li Xia to the kitchen.

Soon, the last of the dumplings arrived. The sour soup dumplings were similar to the wontons Song Qingshu liked, but they seemed a bit spicier than the clear soup.

He Feng scooped a large spoonful of dumplings into his bowl, skimmed the soup, and scooped a spoonful of the soup, which wasn't too spicy.

"I didn't know it was spicy, but you can try it and see if it's okay?"

Song Qingshu took the small bowl and blew on the dumplings with downcast eyes, his lips puffing up. He Feng, his throat dry, took the wine glass and took a gulp.

The beer was bland, like drinking water to him.

Song Qingshu had just taken a few sips of Beibingyang. He'd never tried this brand of sparkling water before, having only seen it in glass bottles on TV. It seemed popular in the 1980s.

It tasted like orange-flavored sparkling water, nothing special.

"It's delicious. It's fragrant and not spicy," Song Qingshu mumbled, half-mouthed.

He Feng opened another beer and poured the sparkling water in front of Song Qingshu into his glass. "Come on, cheers, to celebrate Zai Zai's successful first day of school."

Song Qingshu hadn't really seen anything to celebrate, but seeing He Feng's seriousness caught his eye.

He swallowed his dumpling and clinked glasses with him, the glass making a crisp clink.

The meal wasn't long, but it was the happiest and most relaxing one Song Qingshu had had since he came of age.

He had a feeling it would always be like this.

After all, He Feng always had candy hidden in his arms for him.

He saw it when he got on the bus at the school gate. He had changed into a white shirt, and the chest pocket was bulging with a big White Rabbit.

...

The evening breeze blew on his skin, and because he had just eaten, he didn't feel cold, but only cool.

Song Qingshu lowered his eyes and looked at the bicycle that He Feng rode over, and asked him if he could teach him.

The two bottles of beer that He Feng drank had no effect on him, but he felt hot just looking at Song Qingshu, and his eyes unconsciously stared at his pink lips, imagining the beautiful soft touch.

He attributed this to the alcohol, and it was normal for his body to feel hot.

Every time those eyes looked at him, He Feng couldn't say anything to refuse. Anyway, he had nothing to do, so He Feng nodded and let him get on the bus first.

When Song Qingshu was in school, he heard many people say that their fathers and mothers taught them to ride bicycles when they were young.

When he went out with his college roommates, everyone knew how to ride a bicycle, but he couldn't, and he had to be led by someone.

Sometimes he was afraid that others would find the fun disappointing, but he often went out to work and didn't hang out with his roommates much. Later, his health wasn't good, so he seldom went back to school.

When riding a bicycle, the wind would blow against his body. Song Qingshu knew that this was also a feeling of freedom.

"Sit on the bike first and hold the handlebars with your hands."

He Feng walked to the back of the bike and held the back seat. His hands were strong enough to straighten Song Qingshu's thin legs, which were resting on the ground uncomfortably, and the bike together. "Don't be afraid, put your feet on the pedals. I'm holding you from behind."

Song Qingshu felt relieved. When He Feng corrected him, his feet were already in the air.

Anyway, this was a road with few people. He put his feet on the pedals as he was told. He could feel a push from behind when he pedaled. He was a little scared and told He Feng not to let go.

He Feng's voice always made him feel at ease. Even the handlebars were shaking, but He Feng told him not to worry. He would follow even if he rode faster.

Only after Song Qingshu had experienced numerous initial wobbles and finally gained complete confidence that He Feng would never let go did he gradually dare to accelerate.

He felt the evening breeze brushing against his face mid-air, the bike balanced, his grip no longer unsteady.

Confidently, he pedaled, steering the bike straight ahead, realizing he was almost riding on his own.

Joyfully, Song Qingshu turned to He Feng, "Brother, I can ride now!"

He Feng was standing not far away, smiling and waving, his smile encouraging and reassuring.

But Song Qingshu, unable to see him, began to panic. Just then, a truck approached in the distance, and his hands began to tremble, his bike losing control.

"Don't be afraid, kid, brake,"

He Feng called from behind. Song Qingshu could hear nothing but panic, unsure what to do.

He froze, about to fall with his bike.

Just as the truck passed him, a pair of hands caught him, and the bike clattered to the side of the road, landing Song Qingshu in a familiar, warm embrace.

"Are you okay?" He Feng looked him up and down before he felt relieved.

Song Qingshu supported himself on his broad chest and stood up. His eyes were as bright as if all the stars in the sky were gathered in his eyes, flashing with tiny lights. "It's okay, brother, it seems like I'm almost learning it."

A rough hand fell on his head, ruffling his hair. "Well, our little teacher Song is very smart."

He Feng pulled up the bicycle next to him. "Want to practice some more?" "

I won't let you get hurt, kiddo."

His tone was so light and steady, Song Qingshu was convinced. He hadn't been close to him just now, but he had caught him before he fell.

He wasn't anything to be afraid of. He Feng was his backer, his support.

"Try again, you'll get it soon."

He seemed tougher than he appeared. He Feng agreed and quietly walked behind him.

This time, Song Qingshu's mind wasn't entirely on He Feng behind him. He just kept pedaling, passing the person in front, not even noticing

he'd passed his home. It wasn't until he reached a fork in the road that he realized how far he'd ridden.

He slammed the brakes, and the bike stopped. He Feng was already far away, standing at the intersection in front of his home, waving at him.

From such a distance, he shouldn't have been able to see the expression on He Feng's face.

But Song Qingshu knew he was smiling.

The face that was cold and stiff with others was gentle and lively with him.

He did not wait for He Feng to run towards him again, but pushed the bicycle and turned, and successfully rode back without any assistance.

After walking half the distance, He Feng already knew that he had learned it, so he stood there waiting for him.

The old lady next to him came out to pour water and looked at He Feng, asking him why he was standing there. He Feng smiled, pointed to the distance and said, "Waiting for my baby."

The old lady saw how happy he was. If she hadn't known that He Feng had no children, she would have thought he was waiting for the baby to come back.

The old lady smiled and nodded, went upstairs to get two pears, and when she came out again, Song Qingshu happened to ride over on his bicycle. He smiled at her when he saw her. Because of He Feng's generational difference, he didn't dare to call anyone casually.

"Okay, take it and eat it. It's a fruit grown in my backyard. The skin is too thick for me to bite, but it's very sweet."

The warm light from the tungsten filament bulb was dim, and the old hand was trembling a little. The pear skin was also withered and yellow-brown. Slowly and directly handed it to Song Qingshu.

At He Feng's suggestion, Song Qingshu took the two not-so-good-looking pears, smiled sweetly and said thank you.

The old lady nodded and went back into the house.

Song Qingshu rode his bicycle back home before He Feng. The door was not locked, but just hung. Song Qingshu opened the door and parked the bicycle in the yard as He Feng usually did.

When He Feng walked in, Song Qingshu had already washed the pears and handed him one.

He picked up the part of the pear with green skin, lowered his head and took a bite. The skin was indeed very thick, but the flesh inside was white, sweet, and juicy, which was very thirst-quenching.

"Brother, it's delicious." He said it sincerely, but there was a small piece of pear skin stuck in the gap between his lower teeth, which he pushed up with the tip of his tongue.

He Feng washed his hands before coming over to take the pear from his hand. Seeing him like this, he stretched out his hand and helped him take it out.

Song Qingshu froze for a moment, and seeing He Feng's very natural look, he didn't say anything, lowered his head and took another big bite of the pear.

"If the skin is too hard, don't chew it and swallow it. Spit it out and feed it to the ducks."

He Feng stretched out his hand and placed it in front of Song Qingshu, as if waiting for Song Qingshu to spit it out before continuing.

Song Qingshu was already accustomed to his caring behavior. He spit out the hard skin, the warm and sticky pear skin. When the two of them had almost finished eating, He Feng went to feed the ducks.

The two of them had finished their dinner. The cats, dogs, chickens and ducks at home heard the noise and started to cry out, making He Feng frown.

The easiest to stop was Xiao Hei. He Feng shouted and it lowered its head and stopped crying.

Xiao Hua meowed and was relieved when Song Qingshu picked her up. Xiao Hei

's distinct black and white puppy eyes were blown down, revealing a little white of the upper eye, as if one could see the escapist expression that only some people could make.

Song Qingshu rubbed the soft fur on the kitten's body. Xiao San Hua had been at home for more than ten days and had become a little fatter and bigger than when he first came.

But they were used to it and were still very close, far from the timid look when they first met.

He Feng mixed the food for the chickens and ducks and threw them into their respective pens, and the yard finally became a little quiet.

The two of them smelled fragrant, with the aroma of restaurant food. Xiao Hei lowered his head and looked at them resentfully, not daring to be too blatant.

Song Qingshu was amused by its little expression, and reached out to touch its dark fur twice. Then He Feng put out the food for the cats and dogs.

Xiao Hei's was an iron basin that was dented from being dropped, and Xiao Hua's was a porcelain bowl that was a little smaller.

After the food was put in, Song Qingshu put Xiao Hua down from his arms, and He Feng closed the door from the inside.

"Brother, go boil some hot water, take a bath and go to bed." He Feng came over, and Song Qingshu was still studying the cat's eating posture in front of Xiao Hua.

It seems that the People's Education Edition can't be changed back.

He was half-crouched, the only fleshy part of his body round and swathed in fabric. He Feng had touched it before, and it felt soft, like dough.

He Feng's eyelids twitched, and he tried to clear his mind of all the clutter. But when Song Qingshu looked up at him, he lowered his head and went into the kitchen with a sullen expression.

He Feng always controlled the heat perfectly: high for boiling water, low for frying, and low for boiling medicine.

Outside the kitchen was a new stove he had built for Song Qingshu's medicine. It wasn't too high, nor too large, just the right size for the small pot he used for boiling medicine.

Song Qingshu stood nearby and examined the structure: bricks underneath, mud above.

He Feng had made it sturdy, so he didn't have to worry about Xiao Hei pouncing on him.

Xiao Hei and Xiao Hua, having eaten their fill, surrounded Song Qingshu, pestering him to touch them. Song Qingshu needed a bath soon, so he let the two, one big and one small, rub against his legs.

There was a gurgling sound in the pot, and He Feng said to the people playing at the door: "Hey, go pick up the clothes, they will be washed in a while."

"Okay." Song Qingshu rubbed his hands on his body twice before standing up to get the clothes.

He stood next to the wardrobe, looking at the white cloth in his hand. In the past, he was shy and washed his underwear himself, but later he was always sick, so all the clothes he took off were washed by He Feng.

The young and strong man used a lot of energy to wash clothes. When Song Qingshu took them out, he found that there was a hole in the cloth at the crotch.

A blush appeared on his originally fair face. It was not right to take the underwear or not. If he threw it away secretly, he would only have a few pairs left. What if it rained?

He thought it was not a big hole and it was still wearable, so he took it away.

The light in the bathroom was on, the bath water was ready, and the stool had not been taken out since the last time He Feng put it in.

He Feng filled the water bottle with boiling water and poured out two cups to cool so Song Qingshu could drink it directly after taking a shower.

After a few uses, the water was gone, so he sat behind the stove and boiled another large pot of water. After

Song Qingshu took off his clothes and soaked in the water, he realized that there was no towel under his clothes. He had been so obsessed with whether he still had his shorts that he had completely forgotten about the towel.

He huddled in the bathroom and called out to the outside, "Brother." He Feng was still in a daze when he called out the first time, and only responded after the second time.

"What's wrong, son?"

"Brother, the towels are in the room. I forgot to

get them." The mist in the bathroom shone a damp mist on Song Qingshu's voice, making it sound even softer than usual. He Feng swallowed and quickly replied, "Okay," saying he'd go get them.

The fire was burning brightly. He had unknowingly stuffed a lot of dry wood under the stove, and the water in the large pot was bubbling and roaring.

He added more cold water to the pot and blocked the fire with something before leaving the kitchen. Ever since he nearly set the kitchen on fire as a child, he had always been cautious when lighting fires, but today he had been unexpectedly distracted.

The tungsten bulbs cast a warm yellow glow everywhere. He Feng stood in front of Song Qingshu's closet. Even though all the clothes were washed in the same basin, He Feng still felt that Song Qingshu's were softer and smelled better.

He saw the white towel and quickly pulled it away before closing the closet door.

Standing where he had last seen Song Qingshu, the scene from that time began to flash back to his mind.

He cleared his throat. "Son, I've got it."

"Okay." Song Qingshu rustled out of the tub, stepping on his soiled cloth shoes. He reached out a hand through the green curtain. It was as white and soft as he remembered, a few drops of crystal-clear water clinging to it. It

was as smooth and flawless as the dew that an immortal drinks.

He Feng handed him a towel. The water in Song Qingshu's hand had cooled considerably, and his hand, just warmed by the warm water, also became cool. A drop of water fell on He Feng's fingertips.

For a moment, He Feng even hoped that the wind would drop again, lifting a corner of the curtain that was in the way.

His heartbeat was erratic, and he held his breath for several seconds before running to the main room to drink the water he had just prepared to cool. The boiling water had only been there for a short while, and if it hadn't been for the cool water, He Feng would have burned his mouth. The

already high temperature burned his throat, but he seemed oblivious to it and walked into the yard to look at the sky.

When he came out of the shower, Song Qingshu was standing in front of the table drinking water.

"Brother, do you want some?"

The cup of water was already in front of him. He Feng took it and drank it in one gulp.

After drinking, he looked at Song Qingshu's loose clothes. His shorts did not even reach his knees, and his pair of fair and slender calves were completely exposed. The collar was so wide that if He Feng stood close to him and lowered his head in front of him, he could see inside clearly.

Song Qingshu did not notice the heat in his eyes, thinking that he was even thirstier than himself, so he handed over his half-drunk cup of water, "Here, you can drink this too."

His lips were light in color, with a layer of watery sheen on them, like a nude pink lip gloss, which made his already soft lips look even sweeter and more delicious.

Like a smart deer in the forest, blinking its beautiful eyes defenselessly, asking the intruder if he wanted something to eat.

But he didn't know that he was the food.

He Feng's eyes suddenly took on an aggression Song Qingshu couldn't describe. He Feng took the cup from him, but this time he didn't drink it all in one gulp. Instead, he half-raised his head to drink, his eyes fixed on Song Qingshu's face— or, more precisely, his lips.

His blood was boiling, and He Feng struggled to find excuses. The morning fight, the afternoon beer, were long over.

What excited him now was the figure before him, as slender and beautiful as a bamboo.

His silence flustered Song Qingshu, who belatedly realized something was amiss.

"Brother?"

"Yeah." He Feng's voice was hoarse, perhaps from the scalding water.

"Son, it's time for bed," He Feng said, stalking toward Song Qingshu until his back rested against the coffee table, which was taller than the large table. He reached out and flipped the switch next to Song Qingshu's slender, snow-white neck.

The room went dark in an instant.

There was still a light in Song Qingshu's room, but with the door ajar, it let in only a dim glow.

His hand rested on He Feng's shoulder. The main room door was still open, and being held there by someone a size larger than him, the oppressive feeling solidified in the darkness, enveloping Song Qingshu.

"Yeah, brother, it's time to go to bed. We have classes tomorrow," he said tentatively, feeling a little nervous for some reason.

This reminded He Feng of Zhu Chengfei, who had stood shoulder to shoulder with him when he'd gone to pick up Song Qingshu. His eyes grew darker, his tone hardened. "Son, are you happy at school?"

"Yes, brother. They're all so nice to me." He Feng stared at Song Qingshu's beautiful face in the darkness. From his eyebrows to his mouth, even his chin, it was all delicate and beautiful.

A well-bred beauty rarely seen in the countryside.

He had contributed to it, hadn't he?

"What's wrong?" Song Qingshu received no response, and the hand on his shoulder shifted from touching to pinching.

"Nothing, as long as you're happy, son. I haven't seen you much all day, and you seem to have become even prettier." His voice was low and hoarse, his hot breath falling on Song Qingshu's cheek.

Like a fading flower, lovingly nurtured by him, suddenly encountering a drop of pure water, it felt joyful.

Song Qingshu didn't know why he was standing there praising him, and his tone was so strange, but he still replied, "No, I'm the handsome one."

He Feng's lips curled into a smile, and he moved a little closer, his breath hitting the tip of Song Qingshu's nose and the peak of his lips.

"Brother, can you kiss me, little one?"

He Feng's expression of his desire eased Song Qingshu's nervousness. "Brother, can we go to the back room?"

He Feng didn't give him a chance to retreat. The coffee table behind him would surely be rough, and Song Qingshu's skin would be painful if he pressed against it.

So he reached out and pulled him into his arms. "It doesn't have to be just kissing inside, little one, are you sure?"

"Brother, will you give me everything I want?"

Song Qingshu paused, as if sensing something. The hand that had been on his neck and shoulders now wrapped around his neck, and he kissed the corner of his lips like a sacrifice.

The voice was as soft as a needle hitting the ground. "Yes, here you go."

He Feng heard it, felt it all too clearly. They were so close, he could even hear Song Qingshu's gentle heartbeat, blending with his own pounding heartbeat to create a melody of love.

He placed his hands on Song Qingshu's waist, holding him tightly. He lowered his head to seek out his soft lips.

As they pressed against him, He Feng, like a traveler in the desert, continuously absorbed his saliva, finding it sweeter than the pear he had eaten that night.

The thought of what Song Qingshu had just promised him made it difficult for him to suppress his excitement, his already throbbing heart intensifying.

He Feng's kiss, mingled with personal desire, was fierce and forceful, sweeping across his lips like a hurricane, his tongue twirling across his lips, teeth, and tongue.

Only when there was no saliva left, and the root of Song Qingshu's tongue ached from the sucking, did He Feng pull back, allowing Song Qingshu to rest.

Song Qingshu lowered his shoulders, his peripheral vision catching the dim light from the inner room. A soft, nasal voice rang out, "We need to close the door."

He Feng picked him up in this position, and Song Qingshu huddled into his arms like a child. The main room door slammed twice before closing completely.

After sending him back inside, He Feng didn't let him go, but instead turned off the light.

Song Qingshu's weight was still quite light for He Feng. He sat on the bed, letting him sit on his lap. The thin layer of pajamas didn't block the transfer of body heat, but instead diffused it.

Her slender legs, with only some flesh at the calves, hooked behind He Feng's waist, ankles rubbing against his waist.

It was still cool. It was fine in the summer, but he wondered if a hot water bottle under the quilt would be effective in the winter.

He Feng frowned slightly, a hand falling on his ankle. The raised bone felt cool and smooth to the touch. He Feng's broad hands were so much rougher than that, he was afraid the calluses on his hands would scrape his skin.

Song Qingshu impatiently closed his legs, but he was now sitting on He Feng's lap, his legs wrapped around his waist, his ankles held tight.

He hadn't closed them at all. He looked up, before he could say anything, when He Feng kissed him again.

His powerful tongue licked and teased along the seam between his lips, easily leaving Song Qingshu unable to resist, and he hadn't even considered resisting.

The smacking sounds were distinct in the silent room, a touch of sensuality. Even as He Feng kissed him engrossed, the hand gripping Song Qingshu's ankle tightened, his thumb rubbing and rubbing against it.

"Um... no..." Song Qingshu protested the position. He was tucked into He Feng's arms, his ankles restrained. His legs, already wide open, were now even harder to close. He

felt a bit embarrassed.

The next second, He Feng's hand left his ankle, tracing down his ankle to his calf, then tightened, the soft flesh practically spilling out from between his fingers.

Their intertwined lips and tongues parted, and if there had been light in the room, one would have seen Song Qingshu's lips, once a pale pink, now a vibrant crimson from the sucking.

The medicinal fragrance of his body permeated his bones and skin, becoming more intense as his body temperature gradually rose.

A vein throbbed at He Feng's forehead, and his hand brushed against Song Qingshu's knee. He knew Song Qingshu was fair and tender, his skin all white and pink, with the joints all a vibrant pink. He looked incredibly beautiful.

The scorching palm landed on the kneecap. Song Qingshu was too thin, so his kneecap was more prominent when he sat like this.

Going up further were the trouser legs. The wide shorts were still Song Qingshu's first choice for sleeping, like a child's Abebe, he had to sleep with his father.

As soon as he touched the soft flesh of the thigh, Song Qingshu trembled his legs. Although he couldn't see, he still leaned forward, "Brother."

"Don't worry, baby." He Feng kissed the tip of his nose and lips, both of which were fleeting.

Feeling his burning body temperature and throbbing veins, Song Qingshu couldn't feel at ease. He was willing to give He Feng everything, but the difference in their bodies and physiques was too great. If he agreed so rashly, he would definitely get hurt.

He was like soothing a mad beast, his slightly cool and soft lips falling on He Feng's face, nose, and mouth, imitating what He Feng had done to him.

The hand that was originally on He Feng's body slid down along the back of He Feng's neck, dropped down, and grabbed a little hair root.

"Don't be afraid, little one. You helped me last time, so I'll help you too, okay?"

Understanding what he meant, Song Qingshu softened his resistance. "So, what if I'm feeling uncomfortable?"

He Feng kissed the tip of his ear, the moist air seeping into his ear. "Next time, I'll prepare something beforehand. Just touch it, little one."

Song Qingshu bit his lip, slowly exhaling before softly agreeing.

The next moment, he lay back on the bed, and He Feng's kisses descended again, from his forehead downwards, practically licking Song Qingshu all over.

"Little one, you smell good everywhere, right here too?" His hand found Song Qingshu's throat, and he grabbed his small Adam's apple, kissing it a few more times.

He Feng searched for a suitable spot on Song Qingshu's body to leave a mark. His little one was so adorable, he had to leave something behind.

He landed his kiss on his collarbone, afraid to hurt him, searching for a spot with more soft flesh.

The small area between the neck and collarbone was soft and white.

His kisses continued to trail downwards.

Song Qingshu was like a pure white snow lotus on a high mountain, ready for anyone to pick. His chest rose and fell with his breathing, and his little nipple was steaming hot after being sucked and bitten.

His originally fair complexion gradually became red all over due to the heat, or more accurately, cherry pink.

This was also the reason why He Feng turned off the lights. He knew that Song Qingshu couldn't help but be bullied, and his awkward and emotional reaction would only make He Feng more impatient and want to bully him even more.

It would be better to turn off the lights and let Song Qingshu immerse himself in the joy he created.

He almost wanted to taste Song Qingshu's whole body. Feeling the intense heat coming down, Song Qingshu was stunned for a moment, trying his best to resist, sobbing and calling for brother.

"Baby, you're clean, using the same soap as me, but you still smell better than me."

Song Qingshu gripped the bed sheet tightly in his hands, his toes jumping up and down in an instant. His hands and feet were weak, and he didn't even have the strength to push He Feng away.

The flesh of the leg was also left with a few red marks from He Feng's kisses and bites. It was as if He Feng was stamping him with a stamp, kissing and biting his arms, legs, and even waist.

It happened that it was easy to leave marks on Song Qingshu's fair skin, so he didn't need to use too much strength to leave what he wanted.

The soft and delicate little teacher Song also indulged him.

He leaned against Song Qingshu, left the last kiss mark next to the collarbone, and kissed him again.

Song Qingshu tilted his head, and his teasing voice fell, "You dislike your own? I swallowed it all."

His originally tilted head bumped into He Feng's chest. Song Qingshu was so embarrassed that he ordered in a muffled voice: "Brother, don't say it."

"Okay, no, I won't say it, and I won't kiss you anymore. Give me your hand, baby."

Practice makes perfect. Song Qingshu lowered his head, thinking that since He Feng had left so many marks on him, he wanted to leave some too. When He Feng was breathing rapidly, he lowered his head to lick his Adam's apple, and then bit it.

A suppressed growl was heard, "Baby."

Song Qingshu didn't bite hard, and looked at him with relief, "Brother."

He Feng patted him, "Go to sleep, brother will take care of it."

He closed his eyes, and He Feng whispered in his ear again: "Baby, stay away from Zhu Chengfei in the future."

Song Qingshu didn't open his eyes, but with a smile on his lips, he replied: "Okay, brother."