What if there are no inhibitors?

Before Han Lu could react, Song Zhiwei hung up the phone first, and he was a little confused about the following things.

It is very uncomfortable, the feeling of being stuck at the peak and unable to pass.

When the period was completely over, he spread out on the bed as if he had been fished out of the water, his misty eyes staring dazedly.

The feeling of comfort and enjoyment accounted for one-third of the whole process, because the latter feeling was always difficult to get over and could not be released, and the comfort gradually became uncomfortable.

Burning fire piled up in my heart, becoming more and more uncomfortable.

And this feeling is superimposed and accumulated, the last time was not as difficult as this time.

If it's really tough every time...

How about... find someone next time?

The moment this idea came up, Song Zhiwei was shocked.

No no no.

Not to mention that he himself is still a little conservative, so he can't be called conservative, should he be a clean freak?Anyway, he just didn't want to find someone casually.

What's even more difficult to say is that he heard that what happened during the period was different from usual, and he didn't know if people in this world would...

Ah...why would I want to do such a thing!

He sat on the bed and scratched his hair randomly, which made the already messy hair even worse.

Then he dragged his slippers into the bathroom, took a look in the mirror first, the rabbit ears on his head were gone, and then took a relaxing bath, because his body was sweating profusely, he took a long bath.

After taking a shower, the anger stuck in my chest went away, and my mind cleared up a bit, but it also felt quite unsatisfactory.

This should be the legendary period of exhaustion, because there are no inhibitors and no sex life, and I have suffered the sequelae of the orgasm.

It's just that my whole body is limp and I can't lift my strength.

He brushed his wet hair irritably, shaking the water droplets everywhere.

I threw the kicked and wet sheets and quilts into the washing machine.

Just after returning to the room from the laundry room, there was a loud sound of high-heeled shoes outside the corridor, and Song Zhiwei felt tense.His mother didn't even change her slippers. How could this be the sound of high heels? It was simply the sound of dying.

Liu Fengxia unscrewed the door and rushed in, first looked Song Zhiwei up and down, her eyes were like searchlights.

It seemed that he was indeed sick from his sluggish appearance, and his anger was suppressed again: "Have you taken your medicine yet?"

"Eat, it's almost ready."

Liu Fengxia's voice immediately raised: "If you don't go to class and don't answer the phone, do you want to go to heaven Song Zhiwei?"

"Look at the time now? It's seven o'clock on Friday afternoon!"

"I didn't mean to, I was sick, and I asked for leave."

"You didn't tell the teacher to ask for three days. Also, why didn't you answer the phone? Do you know how worried your teacher is? If your classmate didn't make a phone call, your teacher would have called the police!"

Who has the strength to answer the phone during the ** period, and can't even hear it.

Fortunately, Han Luka's time is very accurate...otherwise...it might be a little troublesome.

Not to mention that it is not easy to fool the past this time, how should he explain it when he disappears for a few days in the future.

The additional troubles caused by the lack of inhibitors are not limited to the difficult period.

Song Zhiwei let out a heavy breath, angry and bored.

"Are you still not convinced?" Liu Fengxia, who was stomping on her high heels, took two steps forward: "Why are you so disobedient? Your teacher asked me to tell you that you were bullied in school."

"You were born by me and I still don't know about you? Usually you don't say anything but you have a big temper!"

Song Zhiwei was talked about very well, as if he shared his feelings with Yuanshen. Why didn't Yuanshen dare to tell his parents? Was it because he expected this result?

As a child, memories surfaced, he was bullied by a large raptor and did not tell his parents.

Even if the result was as expected, he still couldn't control the soreness in his chest.

He yelled in a voice higher than Liu Fengxia's: "I was bullied and didn't tell you, it's hard to bear! You still don't believe me, am I your son?"

Liu Fengxia was stunned for a moment, she didn't back down, and her face was mocking: "Just like you, you have a disobedient bad temper and are bullied all day long? Just don't bully others."

Song Zhiwei's nose was sour, and Dou Da's tears fell down his face.

Liu Fengxia felt guilty for a moment, her voice lowered an octave and she still retreated half a step: "No matter what, it's your fault that you didn't answer the phone and made the teachers and parents worry."

Obviously he was talking about school violence, but in the end, he changed his mind and said that he didn't answer the phone.

Anyway, she was wrong and she was always right.

Song Zhiwei tilted his head and looked straight at his mother: "Do you know why I didn't answer your call?"

Liu Fengxia looked over.

Song Zhiwei's mouth curled up: "Because I have nothing to say to you."

This sentence successfully made Liu Fengxia's temper flare up again. The first few sentences were still full of concern and anger, but this sentence gave an order in a down-to-earth manner: "You are not allowed to leave the room for the next two days to write a 5000-word self-criticism, give me Think about it for a while."

Song Zhiwei bypassed her and ran downstairs, Liu Fengxia's voice came from behind: "If you dare to run out, don't come back."

Liu Fengxia's voice was out of breath, and Song Zhiwei thought in relief: I'm not coming back.

Not to mention how enjoyable it was to do what he had always wanted to do, it was only when he was woken up by the cool wind outside that he realized that he was wearing pajamas, pajama pants and slippers.

A gust of wind swirled a leaf past him.

Like laughing at his asshole.

He also feels that he is quite stupid, can't he deal with this woman with a better attitude?

But he really couldn't think of her as the hostess of the host family, she was his mother, a soul with the same face divided into several parts.

He also wants to be good, but why does he always feel that he is not good enough and always scolds him?

Obviously, I don't care about him at ordinary times...

But the most important problem now is that he doesn't have a mobile phone.

He has been relying on this mobile phone for his survival since time travel. Without it, he would not even be able to do the most basic travel.

Although it is summer, the sun is not out today. There is quite a lot of greenery in this villa area, and there is a rustling sound when the wind blows.

It's still cold.

Song Zhiwei has been wandering around this villa area for half an hour.

He only hoped that his mother, who was a strong woman in two generations, would go to her work so that he could sneak home.

He hugged his arms.

"Song Zhiwei?" An uncertain male voice called him from behind.Song Zhiwei turned around.

Han Yu is wearing a white sporty hoodie and navy blue shorts, giving him a sporty and youthful look.

He paused, and finally asked, "What's wrong with you?"

"It's alright."

Song Zhiwei didn't know what he was like now, his voice was crying, his hair was wet, and his eyes were red.

Saying it is not convincing at all.

He took two steps forward: "At the same table, it's great to see you."

Han Lu probably figured out what was going on, and Song Zhiwei usually called him Han Lu, but when he wanted to ask him for help, he would softly call him "same table."

Even Song Zhiwei himself didn't know this, and Han Lu didn't remind him. When Song Zhiwei lied to him and felt guilty, at that time, he would be exposed as soon as he called him at the same table.

He said, "Go to my house."

Song Zhiwei: "Just wait for your words!"

After entering the house, Han Lu gave Song Zhiwei a hair dryer, and brought out a lot of snacks to feed him.

After Song Zhiwei finished blowing his hair, he looked at Han Lu sitting next to him, feeling a little embarrassed, and troubled others too much.

He said, "Are you going to do your work?"

"What about you?"

"I'll just play around."

If you say you are playing casually, you are really playing casually.Han Lu was doing his homework in the study, and he was playing around in the study.

There is a window in the study that is already close to the ground, very old European style.He sat on the mahogany-colored floor, leaning against the mirror to look at the scenery outside the window. In the distance were other villas and a piece of beautifully designed greenery, but there was nothing to see.

In a blink of an eye, Han Lu was sitting very straight, with a pair of gold mirrors on his eyes, he looked like a god of learning.

"I never thought you would still study at home?"

"Otherwise?" Han Lu didn't look up.

"They all call you a god of learning, I thought you can do it without doing your homework."

"How can I check for omissions if I don't do my homework?"

"very nice."

"Ok?"

"You have good grades, so it must be better if you study hard."

"Little classmate." Han Lu put down his pen, he knew what Song Zhiwei meant, your grades are good, so you should work hard, because it is useful.My grades were poor, and no matter how hard I tried, it was useless.

He said: "The initial good grades are also earned by hard work."

It means don't think so much, just work hard.

Song Zhiwei pursed his lips, "It's different, others don't know you, don't I know you? You have few notes, but they are all important points, and you can understand them yourself. And your mind turns quickly... Sometimes I even write notes I don't know anything. It's useless to copy the words on the blackboard." Han Lu put down his pen and slowly squatted in front of Song Zhiwei.

He was a little surprised, how did Song Zhiwei manage to talk to himself while crying?