What if there are no inhibitors?

"Yo, I still feel sorry for the person at the same table." Jian Chao raised his eyebrows, and spoke in a sly, joking tone.

There is a sofa on the side of the box.

Obviously, everyone present saw it.

But the sofa is for sitting on, so it cannot be used in such a small space.

Song Zhiwei pursed his lips: "I'll lie down."

"No, you go on the sofa."

Hearing what Han Lu said, he thought he was confident, but when Song Zhiwei sat on the sofa, his body seemed to be frozen.

Someone booed: "What? Continue!"

"come on! Come on!"

Song Zhiwei thought: I want to bend over to take off my shoes, and Han Lu sitting next to me will also bend over to take off his shoes.

The obviously normal movements became awkward because of the booing of the crowd.

In addition, I just met the boy whom the original owner had a crush on.

A strange and palpitating spark flickered in my heart.

He took a deep breath: Don't panic Song Zhiwei, the more you panic, the worse things will be.

So he quickly tore off his shoelaces, and Han Lu was pulling slowly beside him, but his movements were much slower. His face was calm, which was much better than Song Zhiwei's obvious nervousness.

But everyone also understands Song Zhiwei, after all, he is the one lying under the person.

After taking off his shoes, Han Lu stood up and stepped on them.

Song Zhiwei immediately raised his legs and put them on the sofa, then quickly lay down.

Han Lu bent down and threw himself on him.

Han Lu's face quickly enlarged, and he was surrounded by people, and the safe distance for moving quickly narrowed.

He clung to the sofa.He is relatively thin, and the position on both sides is just enough for Han Lu to let go.

Han Lu kept his arms straight so that the breaths of the two would not blend with each other.

But it's still not a comfortable distance.

His heart was pounding, he was being booed by those people.

He finally knew what this emotion was called: embarrassment.

Just embarrassing.

Jian Chao said: "Okay, get ready. One..."

Han Lu's body fell down.

Song Zhiwei tilted his head violently, and his slender neck drew out a beautiful arc.

As if Han Lu wanted to kiss him, he shyly avoided it.

It was nothing at first, but he himself wanted to cover it up, and there was an excited howl of wolves in the box.

Jian Chao put his hands in the shape of trumpets and shouted towards the sky: "Oh~"

I can't wait to roar until the ceiling is cracked.

The girls grabbed each other's body and shook vigorously: "Ahhhhhhhh—"

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

The boy clapped his hands: "Yes, this wave is very strong."

Song Zhiwei could clearly hear their excited speeches, but he always felt that his ears were blocked and he couldn't hear clearly.

The most obvious sense is actually the neck. The hot air from Han Lu's breath hit his neck, and the cool wind brought by Han Lu's standing up can cool him down.

Hot air—cool wind—hot air—cool wind—

His Adam's apple rolled down, and the hand hanging by his side was clenched tightly.

Han Lu presumptuously looked at Song Zhiwei below him, but when he turned his head, he could only see half of his side face.The slender neck is particularly conspicuous, and the muscles are pulled beautifully, like a white swan.

There are still tiny goosebumps on top.

He's nervous-

Han Lu's eyes were smiling.

"13."

"14."

"15." Jian Chao, who was counting the beat, said, "No, I want to take a photo."

Song Zhiwei under him moved reflexively, feeling like he wanted to struggle.

Han Lu raised his eyes and warned Jian Chao.

"Oh, I'm just kidding." Jian Chao said immediately.

When Han Lu looked down at the person below him again.

He added in a low voice: "Sometimes you fall."

"26."

"27."

"28."

Song Zhiwei couldn't help swallowing again.Han Lu's eyes gradually darkened.

"29."

"29.5."

"29.6."

Han Lu ignored Jian Chao's counting and got up directly.

Song Zhiwei heaved a sigh of relief.

"Cut~"

"oops."

Everyone's tone was particularly unsatisfactory, and they even wanted to do it again.

At this time, the waiter knocked on the door, and then began to serve dishes next to each other.Introducing the signature features of our restaurant to everyone, everyone is not even as excited as when ordering.I feel that the body perception is still immersed in the joy just now, and I don't want to come out.

Song Zhiwei put on his shoes and immediately ran to the table and sat down.

After everyone picked up a few chopsticks to try something new, they started chatting.

Jian Chao: "Is my proposal worth it?" He asked the group of girls on the opposite side: "Do you usually see Han Lu like this?"

The damaged Han Yul was eating.

Maybe it's because he's a bit of a clean freak, so he looks very clean and elegant when he eats.

The girls laughed and shook their heads.

A boy pointed at Song Zhiwei: "Why were you so nervous just now?"

"Of course I'm nervous when you tease me, but I'm not nervous if you don't tease me."

There's nothing wrong with saying this, but it doesn't seem to be what everyone wants to hear.

Jian Chao seemed to be experienced and said: "You shouldn't be nervous. The more nervous you are, the more aggressive we will be. At this time, you have to be open-minded, and everyone will lose their minds instead." He raised his head and nodded, and asked everyone present: "Really."

"Yes Yes Yes."

Song Zhiwei: "Is it as frank as when you went out and yelled that you are a ****?"

There was a burst of uncontrollable laughter.

"Hey." Jian Chao was depressed: "I... I... yes! Nothing wrong!" He seemed to feel that today was his home game, and he talked quickly: "The more I tweak and embarrass myself, the less I can yell. , Others are still laughing, but if I am frank, see what you can laugh at me."

"Laughing at you like the stupid son of the landlord's family." Song Zhiwei followed in time.

Incredibly, the room was full of laughter.

Jian Chao was defeated repeatedly by Song Zhiwei, hey, I never expected that a person who usually doesn't seem to be smart can talk like that.He changed the subject: "Han Lu, take care of your deskmate." Han Lu raised his eyes to Song Zhiwei: "Don't bully him." Before Jian Chao was happy for two seconds, Han Lu said: "He Rather silly."

The chain is damaged.

Jian Chao was furious, turned around and made trouble with Guo Han like a little daughter-in-law: "Look at them! They bully me!"

Guo Han: "They belong to the same family, we are not, so don't look for me."

On the surface, this sentence is hurting Jianchao, your popularity is not good, I will not help you.

In fact, it is saying that Han Lu and Song Zhiwei are tricky.

Jian Chao was very happy: "Yes, they belong to the same family, tsk tsk tsk." It was written on his face: You two dogs.

Turn the situation around.

Everyone made a fuss together.Someone even knocked on the tableware.

Han Lu raised his eyelids: "What's the trouble? Don't eat?"

Song Zhiwei didn't say anything, and quietly picked up one chopstick after another.

That's how things go slowly.

After eating, everyone took the cable car down the mountain.

Then I wandered around the market at the foot of the mountain and headed back home.

Because the address of the family is different and there are too many people, 12 people can't get together for dinner.

Everyone dispersed.

Song Zhiwei and Han Lu had dinner together because their homes were very close, and they ate hot pot near their home.

This is Song Zhiwei's favorite food after time travel.

Simply delicious.

The two chatted about today's affairs and academic problems.

Song Zhiwei took a mouthful of shrimp slippery, and poked his chopsticks into the oil dish: "You don't know that I was nervous when you lay on me today."

Han Lu gave a very slight pause, and then said with his usual expression: "I know, they are messing with you."

"It's not just that they trouble me, but also because you are too close to me."

As soon as the voice fell, Han Lu didn't reply to him, and the scene was a little quiet.

Song Zhiwei looked at the opposite side curiously. The man picked up five or six pieces of shrimp slips and put them in the spoon. With a stretch of his hand, he poured those shrimp slips into Song Zhiwei's bowl.

But he didn't seem to intend to answer Song Zhiwei's words.

Just wait for Song Zhiwei to feel embarrassed.

Song Zhiwei realized later that even if he and Han Lu had a good relationship, the topics they talked about were not all taboo.

Or is the relationship just not good enough?

Or maybe Han Lu is not Jian Chao's personality?If it was Jian Chao's kind, maybe he would say with a smile: "So have you fallen in love with brother?"

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Song Zhiwei ate a mouthful of shrimp slippery with resentment.

The two remained silent for a while.Song Zhiwei couldn't figure it out, so he started eating seriously.

What can make people live up to the delicacy of hot pot?No.

Han Lu poured the fished chicken wings, fat beef, and small sausage into Song Zhiwei's bowl: "Eat more, more."

"Hmm." Song Zhiwei ate sullenly, not noticing that Han Lu had stopped eating, and looked at him probingly.

At the end, Song Zhiwei received a message. He thought it was some spam, but when he saw the caller, he froze: h.

Oh my god, that person today.

"what happened?"

Song Zhiwei hesitated: "A person who can't be said to hate but doesn't want to continue to contact."

This is the person who was in love with the original body, he respected the original body, if the other party didn't have any flirty manipulations, he wouldn't treat that person like he did to Du Xu.

But that was enough, and he didn't want any more contact.

Han Lu stretched out his hand: "Can you show me?"

Song Zhiwei handed it to him without hesitation.

Han Lu took the phone, "He said...to let you go to his house to get your things."

Song Zhiwei raised his eyebrows, what else is there?

"Then I don't want it anymore."

Han Lu tapped his phone: "I'll help you back."

Song Zhiwei felt very guilty: I'm sorry to the sky, I'm sorry to the ground, I'm sorry to the original body.

No matter how you say it, the original body is a pitiful little girl. He is in a situation very similar to him, but not as brave as him. He has a lot of hatred and at the same time, he is a lot more lovable.

Having such a bitter crush on someone, he must have given h the best thing.

It's a little pathetic.

Song Zhiwei's face changed a few times: "Forget it, I'll go."

Han Lu: "Is it difficult?"

Song Zhiwei nodded: "A bit, but it's okay." He took the phone and replied: I made a mistake just now, I'll come and get it.

"I go with you."

Who knows if that h will say some misleading words, such as I have a crush on him, and my crush will die.

Song Zhiwei felt chills on his back and shook his head: "No, I'll go by myself."

Han Lu pointed at the table and analyzed the existing information. He found that Song Zhiwei had a secret with the person who was purely in front of him.

And the secret affected him very much.

interesting.