Chapter 36: Exclusive to Jinjiang 1/2

The water from the shower rushed over his face and body, and Song Fuzhi suddenly woke up.

What did he just do? The professor came out of the shower, and suddenly he couldn’t help but kiss him, and after the kiss, he asked him to put together a sleeping bag. This was so rude.

Hold.

Song Fuzhi collapsed and closed his eyes. He must have been drunk at that time. He dared to do anything and say any arrogant words.

But is the professor happy? In this wilderness, it’s just a crowded and small tent with poor hardware conditions.

The progress bar requires two people to pull it back together.

And…Song Fuzhi wiped away the foam in front of his eyes irritably.

Those words were spoken without thinking. Now that Song Fuzhi was awakened by the water, he realized that he was not completely ready yet.

He has always been rational, but tonight he was not so rational.

Song Fuzhi thought that he still seemed unsuitable to be the active party.

An old problem: a giant in thought but a dwarf in action. He cannot engage in any radical or impulsive behavior. He will easily give up after thinking about it for just two seconds.

Song Fuzhi thought to himself that, luckily, he just kissed him and didn’t do anything more outrageous.

Just do it if you can get a sleeping bag, or at worst, just sleep with Jun in your arms all night. Don’t they sleep in the same bed every day after they get married? He knows this well.

After taking a shower with confused thoughts, Song Fuzhi opened the door and found Shi Zhang still leaning outside, waiting for him.

“You didn’t go back first?” Song Fuzhi asked.

Shizhang: “Waiting for you.”

On the way back, Song Fuzhi didn’t know what to say, but Shi Zhang held his hand in the dark. The dry and warm palm made people feel safe.

Shi Zhang said, “The tent has poor thermal insulation, so it will be a bit cold at night.”

Song Fuzhi: “Is the sleeping bag enough?”

“That’s enough,” Shizhang said. “And it will be fine if we sleep together.”

“Because my body temperature is high.”

As soon as he mentioned this, Song Fuzhi became nervous again. The professor did pay attention to what he said.

Song Fuzhi hesitated a bit. “Actually, I…”

“Hiss!”

Before he could finish his sentence, Song Fuzhi felt a sharp collision on his side, and he frowned, taking a sharp breath.

Shi Zhang quickly stopped and asked, “What happened?”

Song Fuzhi said, “I bumped into something.”

The night was too dark, and the flashlight was constantly shining on the path under their feet, so Song Fuzhi didn’t notice what was beside him.

Now, taking a look, there were several stone tables standing on the lawn, like outdoor bars. During the day, tourists would eat here.

Song Fuzhi didn’t pay attention earlier and bumped into the edge of a table.

Shi Zhang frowned. “Does it hurt?”

It did hurt a bit, but it would be fine after a while.

Song Fuzhi said, “It’s okay.”

“Let me check when we get back,” Shi Zhang said. “You probably got bruised; we might need some medication.”

“I don’t think so,” Song Fuzhi confidently said. “I have tough skin; bruises don’t show easily.”

“We still need to check,” Shi Zhang insisted.

Back at the camp, the Chang An family of three was entering their tent.

Song Fuzhi waved at them. “Are you getting ready to sleep?”

Xiaoyu sweetly smiled, revealing two dimples. “Yes, Uncle Song, good night!”

Shi Zhang asked, “Did Zhong Ziyan and the others go to wash up?”

“Not yet,” Ouyang Xi nodded towards their tent, “inside.”

Song Fuzhi and Shi Zhang tactfully stayed away from Zhong Ziyan’s tent. They just called out, “Don’t forget to take a bath; there are fewer people now.”

Zhong Ziyan’s voice came from inside the tent: “Got it!”

The tents of the three families were arranged from left to right: Shi Zhang, Zhong Ziyan, and Ouyang Xi.

As Shi Zhang and the others passed by Zhong Ziyan’s tent, they returned to their own little nest.

Two sleeping bags were neatly laid out, looking very soft.

However, Shi Zhang didn’t immediately start arranging the sleeping bags; instead, he gently patted Song Fuzhi and asked in a gentle tone, “Let me see.”

“It’s really nothing,” Song Fuzhi said.

Shi Zhang looked at him, suddenly smiling. “You wanted to sleep with me, and now you don’t want me to see?”

Song Fuzhi grunted, “These two things are unrelated.”

The collision happened on the waist; nothing that couldn’t be seen

“Then let me see.” Song Fuzhi compromised and generously lifted his clothes, revealing a tight and beautiful waist.

Indeed, just as Song Fuzhi said, there was no trace on his waist, but the abdominal muscles were quite prominent.

After observing for two seconds, Shi Zhang’s expression eased.

“You see, I told you.” Song Fuzhi put his clothes down. “I don’t easily leave marks.”

Shi Zhang said, “Fine,” stood up, and said, “Let me join the two sleeping bags.”

Song Fuzhi’s movements were a bit slow, hesitating for a while. Seeing that Shi Zhang had already skillfully started arranging the sleeping bags, he finally spoke.

The tent space was really not big. Shi Zhang arranged it by himself, so Song Fuzhi had to step back and wait outside the tent; otherwise, he wouldn’t have enough space.

Song Fuzhi stood there and saw Zhong Ziyan and Jin, together with bags, walking towards the mountain, probably going to take a bath.

“Done,” Shi Zhang called out from inside the tent.

Song Fuzhi bent down to enter the tent. The two sleeping bags had already been joined together, now resembling a mini-bed.

Shi Zhang got into the quilt first, moved a bit to assess the remaining space, and said, “It should be just right for two people.”

just right, and nothing more.

“Oh,” Song Fuzhi scratched his arm, “suddenly feeling a bit thirsty. I’ll go outside and get some water.”

“Do you want some?” Song Fuzhi turned and asked.

Shi Zhang looked at him with a half-smile. “No need.”

Song Fuzhi went out of the tent, drank two sips of water, dawdled a bit to delay some time, and then crawled back into the tent.

Shi Zhang didn’t play with his phone or read a book; he just sat there in the double sleeping bag, softly asking Song Fuzhi, “Done drinking?”

“Yeah.” Song Fuzhi nodded, took two steps forward, and scratched his arm. “Ah, it seems like my power bank isn’t charging. I’ll go check.”

Song Fuzhi turned and left the tent, walking calmly to the table.

The power bank was charging there as it should be, and Song Fuzhi was well aware of it; he had plugged it in himself.

Song Fuzhi checked the other electronic devices, making sure everything was turned off.

Entering the tent again, Song Fuzhi breathed a sigh of relief. “Fully charged now.”

Shi Zhang still didn’t speak, just looking at him mildly.

Song Fuzhi, scratching his arm with a somewhat dry voice, said, “I’m going to sleep.”

“Come here.” Shi Zhang stared at Song Fuzhi.

Song Fuzhi was a bit nervous but still moved in front of Shi Zhang.

“Did a mosquito bite you?”

“What?” 

Looking at the spot Shi Zhang pointed to, Song Fuzhi only then noticed a small, red, swollen bump on his arm.

“No wonder I felt my arm itching a bit just now.”

Shi Zhang grabbed Song Fuzhi’s arm and looked at it for a while. He reached into a round little box and pulled out a circular tin.

“There’s only this in the tent, so I didn’t go out to get medicine, to avoid letting mosquitoes in.” Shi Zhang grabbed Song Fuzhi’s arm and lifted it. “Let me apply some for you.”

Song Fuzhi stared at the small, round iron box, his eyes widening. “Cooling oil?”

When he was a child, Song Fuzhi used it often in the summer. It was a white, paste-like substance that felt cool when applied to the skin, with a peppermint scent. It could alleviate mosquito bites and be applied to the temples to refresh the mind.

This thing had been around for quite a few years. Nowadays, most kids probably haven’t seen it, as people generally use mosquito repellent instead.

“It’s quite retro, Professor.” Song Fuzhi was a bit surprised.

“I’ve been using it since I was a child; I got used to it,” Shi Zhang said. “It’s small, easy to carry, and doesn’t take up space.”

 Shi Zhang dipped his fingertips into the cooling oil and gently applied it to Song Fuzhi’s arm.

His expression didn’t look good. “It’s quite swollen.”

“It looks scary, but it’ll be fine in a few days.”

Shi Zhang remained expressionless. “You were probably always attractive to mosquitoes when you were a child.”

Song Fuzhi squinted his eyes. “How did you know? I would bring back several mosquito bites every time I went out.”

Shi Zhang thought to himself that he indeed knew very well.

“Weren’t you the one who said you have tough skin?” Shi Zhang finished applying the oil. “But it looks quite delicate to me.”

“A bite turns it red.”

Outside, there was a faint conversation, seemingly Zhong Ziyan and Jin Xiaonan returning from their bath. Song Fuzhi thought they took quite a long time.

Shi Zhang put away the cooling oil, lifted a corner of the sleeping bag, and gestured for Song Fuzhi to come and sleep.

Song Fuzhi stood up, hesitating. “I think the light outside…”

The tent suddenly plunged into darkness with a “snap,” and Shi Zhang’s voice sounded deep: “Going outside again? To get bitten a few more times?”

Song Fuzhi fell silent, and his wrist was suddenly held. He was pulled down to lie down.

Being caught, Song Fuzhi could only follow his strength and lie down in the sleeping bag.

It was very dark inside the tent. Shi Zhang’s voice sounded close: “I turned off the light. Maybe it’ll be better this way.”

Visually, nothing could be seen, but other senses became more acute.

Two adult males squeezed into a narrow sleeping bag, lying side by side, facing each other. Their breaths intermingled.

Although they slept together on the same bed every night, their home bed was spacious. As long as Song Fuzhi was conscious, there would be no physical contact with Shi Zhang.

Inside the tent was different. Shi Zhang’s hand was on his waist, warm, with a strong presence.

“Teacher Song.” Shi Zhang called him softly.

After a brief response from Song Fuzhi, Shi Zhang continued, “When you kissed me in the shower room, did you have intentions?”

Song Fuzhi hesitated for a moment, closed his eyes, and said, “Yes.”

“Why did you change your mind later?” Shi Zhang asked gently.

“It was… a bit too fast,” Song Fuzhi said.

“Then let’s take it slow, okay?”

Shi Zhang held Song Fuzhi’s left hand in the sleeping bag, guiding him to touch his face.

Song Fuzhi didn’t speak; a very light “uh” came from his nostrils.

“Let’s get familiar first,” Shi Zhang said.

Song Fuzhi, following his lead, let his fingertips start from Shi Zhang’s forehead, touch his eyebrows and thin eyelids, slide over the straight nose bridge, and land on the soft lips.

He used his fingertips to outline the features of his lover, rediscovering this person in the darkness.

Shi Zhang, holding Song Fuzhi’s hand, let him touch his own face in the darkness.

Suddenly, Shi Zhang paused and asked, “Did you take off the ring?”

“Uh-huh,” Song Fuzhi replied. “I have a habit of taking off my ring before sleep. Why?”

“I know,” Shi Zhang quickly responded, pondered for a moment, and said, “It’s nothing.”

However, Shi Zhang let go of Song Fuzhi’s hand, saying, “The demonstration is over; now, Teacher Song, it’s your turn.”

Song Fuzhi smiled. “Continue touching you?”

Shi Zhang tilted his chin up, and from his throat came a low “uh.”

Touching the man’s jaw, Song Fuzhi closed his eyes and smiled. “A bit prickly.”

“Shave it tomorrow morning,” Shi Zhang said.

“After touching your face,” Song Fuzhi commented, “you’re very handsome.”

“Continue,” Shi Zhang said.

Song Fuzhi paused, and his fingertips moved down, lightly sliding to Shi Zhang’s Adam’s apple.

The rhythm was slow and simple, but Song Fuzhi accepted it well. He needed someone to guide him.

Feeling Adam’s apple sliding under his palm, the swallowing sound was very light but sensual.

“Shi Zhang, are you thirsty?” Song Fuzhi knowingly asked.

Shi Zhang paused, and his laughter sounded hoarse. “…Continue.”

Song Fuzhi suddenly felt a bit amused.

It seemed like he was exploring a map in a game, unlocking one area after touching another. He had just unlocked Shi Zhang’s neck.

Quite interesting.

But going further down, towards the powerful chest of the professor… Honestly, Song Fuzhi didn’t know how to proceed.

Shi Zhang waited for him for a moment and asked, “Don’t you want to?”

Song Fuzhi’s fingertips tingled. “…Want to.”

Shi Zhang’s hand reached for the buttons on his own pajamas. “Should I help you unbutton?”

As soon as Song Fuzhi heard this, his mind was about to explode like fireworks.

He directly pulled away Shi Zhang’s hand. For something like this, Song Fuzhi had to do it himself.

With a slight movement of his fingers, Song Fuzhi unbuttoned the collar of Shi Zhang’s pajamas.

Then down, unbuttoning one more.

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