What if there are no inhibitors?

After getting out of the car, the two of them passed the speed bump at the gate of the community. Song Zhiwei bumped his foot, and was about to throw himself on the ground. One hand supported him in time.

"Watch the way." Han Lu reprimanded him indifferently.

"Oh." He was still conscious at this time. --

After walking two steps forward, Han Lu let go of his hand and said, "Since you have a fever, go to the hospital."

"It's a little more than 37 degrees." Song Zhiwei's voice was small and soft, but there was an inexplicable stubbornness: "Take some antipyretics, and I'm in good physical condition."

And this is not actually a fever, it's... considered excessive hormone secretion, a normal reaction of the body?

Han Lu looked helpless, "Okay, I don't care about you."

The two parted ways in front of Song Zhiwei's house.

Song Zhiwei went home and opened the refrigerator to search for it. After taking a look, he was a little disappointed. There was some food in stock, but none of it was what he liked.

He immediately took his mobile phone and went to the nearby supermarket, and first went to the snack area to buy a lot of spicy sticks.He intends to eat some spicy food to refresh his mind and relieve the boredom in his mouth between hot breaks.

Then I bought very soft and nutritious bread, and ten boxes of sweet milk with different flavors.

After buying enough food for three days, he pushed the cart to the cashier.

The queue moved forward slowly, and after a while it was almost his turn. The old man at the front of the checkout was bending over to pick up something in the cart, and he was about to bump into his cart when he bent over.

He took half a step back abruptly, and suddenly there was a person behind him.

A wave of impatience and disgust welled up in his heart. He estimated that if someone dared to dawdle on him now, he could blow the opponent's head off with a punch.

He turned his feet to the side and let the cart line up for him.

He himself stood out of the line, repeatedly advised himself not to vent his anger, and then turned his eyes to the people behind him, just about to say "I'm sorry", but he froze for a moment.

Han Lu took off his school uniform and changed into a set of regular clothes. It felt completely different from the usual one in school.There are two drawstrings on the hood hanging obediently in front of the chest, making the other person seem more gentle.

His nose moved slightly, but it was not an obvious movement, and then he saw the things in Song Zhiwei's cart.

Song Zhiwei didn't buy other snacks this time, so the contents inside are clear at a glance, milk, bread, and a few packets of spicy strips.

Song Zhiwei smiled awkwardly, moved his legs and stood in the line, blocking his cart with his body.

Avoiding Han Lu's questioning, he turned sideways and said to the people behind: "Are you coming to the supermarket too?"

"Ah."

Song Zhiwei saw that Han Lu didn't push the cart, and he only had a box of instant lunch in his hand, "How long have you seen me?"

"just."

"Oh." Song Zhiwei lowered his head, rubbed the edge of the bread bag with his fingers, and said nothing.

"You've been eating this for three days?"

Song Zhiwei's face flushed, the uncle in front of him finished paying, he lowered his head and took out his things one by one: "There is no one in my house."

"Where's your nanny?"

"I told her to go back."

Just as Han Lu opened his mouth, Song Zhiwei picked up a box of milk: "Oh, you don't know that I walked around the shelf several times in order to find different flavors of milk. This one is strawberry, I like it very much, and this blueberry one is not bad." Said After that, he raised his head, his eyes sparkling under the light: "What flavor do you like? I'll give you a box."

"No need." Han Lu shut his mouth.

The two separated again in front of Song Zhiwei's house.

Song Zhiwei stood at the door with a large bag of rations and did not go in. Han Lu's back was like a cypress tree beside the road, lush and tall.

He ended up asking nothing.

Han Lu knew that he insisted not to go to the hospital and stayed at home, knew that no one was fine at home, but insisted on asking for leave, and knew that he called the nanny back.

He is so mysterious, as if he wants to study bombs/bombs in the villa.

Maybe Han Lu had already guessed something.

But according to Han Lu's character, he was very relieved.

Han Lu is sometimes a little "lazy", afraid of trouble, and doesn't like to be in the limelight. It's not that he doesn't care about his own affairs, but he likes to ignore his own affairs.

For example, there are many girls in his grade who have a crush on him, and he doesn't go to find out who these girls are in and which class they are in.

Just let everything go with the wind attitude.

Don't be curious about gossip, don't talk about gossip, don't spread gossip.

So when he returned home and put down his rations, he didn't worry that Han Lu would speak out, and went to sleep early after simply washing up.

After all, sexual intercourse requires energy.

The ** period lasts for three days, divided into three waves, the first wave and the last wave are actually tolerable, almost the power of a happy masturbation.

The middle wave takes a long time, and the burnt person is unconscious.

When he woke up the next day, he felt that the first wave was coming soon, and his lower abdomen was on fire. He immediately got up and put on slippers to go to the bathroom to drain the water. Soaking in cold water can effectively suppress the first wave, and he can almost maintain a clear-headed attitude until the second. Second wave.

-

After he came out of the bathroom, his body was still covered in water, and he threw himself on the bed in one breath, gasping slightly, his fingers tightly gripping the sheets.

-

Today is Friday afternoon, because school is approaching, everyone is a little restless.

As soon as the get out of class bell rang, Han Lu took out his mobile phone and made a call to the teacher who was still lecturing to his classmates alone at the podium.

Naturally, there was no one answering the beeping.

Jian Chao jumped down from the podium and threw himself on Song Zhiwei's table: "Why didn't Song Zhiwei come all day today?"

Han Lu's brows were a little restless: "He's sick."

"Sick?" Jian Chao yelled, "Is that serious?"

Han Lu: "It's not serious." He tightly gripped the phone with his fingers on the table.

Jian Chao suddenly felt a murderous aura, he silently moved away, ran two steps and shouted at his deskmate: "Guo Han!"

Then came the last class, Han Lu leaned back on the chair, his legs were spread apart, because there was no one at the same table, he put his left leg under Song Zhiwei's desk, this position can put his feet freely, The wide space no longer restrained him, and he sat comfortably.But there is an unexpected look between the eyebrows.

The mobile phone in his hand rested on his lap and turned in circles.

Until the school bell rang.

Han Lu cleaned up quickly, Jian Chao came over slowly, and said without discussing with him: "Let's go to play, today there is Guo Han, and those who were out of work last time."

Han Lu put on his schoolbag: "I won't go."

"Why?" Jian Chao was shocked, his eyes were twice as big as usual.

"I have something to go home." After leaving this sentence, Han Lu walked away with long legs.

Jian Chao couldn't figure it out: "It's weird, he didn't go to play today."

-

After the first wave of fever, there will be a period of sobriety to recuperate and meet the second wave.

Song Zhiwei rubbed his head, ate some milk and bread to replenish his strength, and took a look at his phone.

Han Lu actually called him twice.

At this moment, he almost lost his grip on the phone.

If Jian Chao calls him 20 times, he won't worry at all, because Jian Chao is a carefree person.Nothing major will happen to him even after bombing.

But if Han Lu can't stand it and make two phone calls, then he has to write a 2-word draft explaining why he didn't answer the phone.

He supported his forehead and sighed, "Just say I didn't hear it. But he wants to ask me where I am? What am I doing? What should I do? I won't be sleeping at home on Friday." He stepped on Spinning around in place with the slippers on: "How should I put it..."

The familiar ringtone rang.

Song Zhiwei picked it up and took a look.

It was Han Yul again.

His heart skipped a beat and he almost couldn't catch the phone.

He wanted to blacklist Han Lu.

However, the keen intuition of the little animal told him that it was best not to.

Although Han Lu had never lost his temper, it should be quite scary when he gets angry.

He cleared his throat and answered the phone: "Hello?"

"Hey, where are you?" Han Lu's voice turned into an electric current, crawled over the phone line, and kissed his ear, which was still tingling with electricity.

Such a question is scarier than the dean.

Song Zhiwei: "I'm at home."

"That's good." Han Lu said with a smile in his voice, "Open the door."

"What?" Song Zhiwei's eyes widened suddenly: "I thought you were just asking if I was recovering."

"Wouldn't it be better to see for yourself?"

Song Zhiwei held his breath, "Are you... all here?"

"Open the door." Over there was like a lingchi knife hanging above his head.

"I'm fine, you don't need to come and see me, go back." Song Zhiwei's voice was strong and urgent.

He begged silently in his heart: Go quickly!go!leave! !

There was a pause: "I brought you dinner."

Hearing this sentence, Song Zhiwei walked to the window, opened a crack of the curtain and looked down.

Han Lu was wearing a school uniform with a schoolbag on his back, holding the phone in his right hand, and standing in front of his garden in an orderly manner, with a bag in his left hand.

Song Zhiwei's voice was astringent: "I have eaten."

After a long silence, Han Lu suddenly lowered his left hand and said on the phone, "Okay."

He was about to turn around and leave.

"Wait a minute!!" Song Zhiwei suddenly said to keep him.

Han Lu lowered his left hand in disappointment, which inexplicably softened his heart. This "disappointment" was different from everyone's "disappointment" towards him.

He pursed his lips: "I'm actually not full, can you still give me the food?"

Han Lu chuckled, "Come down and get it."

Song Zhiwei immediately stood up and straightened his back in high spirits. Who is afraid of whom? --

He is very clear-headed now, and he has to come back quickly after taking the things. He is not afraid of that secret being exposed now!

He said anxiously: "Then you wait for me." After speaking, he put his mobile phone into the pocket of his pajamas, turned around and ran to the stairs, halfway up the stairs, he suddenly stopped in his tracks.

ear! ! ! !

His bunny ears! ! !

Oh my god!This is really a deadly place.

What if it is discovered? !

He immediately ran back in a hurry, opened his room, searched for a while, and only found some peaked caps.

He tried to take a dead horse as a live horse doctor, but before looking in the mirror, he could feel his rabbit ears being stretched tightly when he touched the top of his head, which was still very obvious.

He had no choice but to go to Liu Fengxia's fitting room.

Fortunately, there are many hats, so you can see a large area.

He chose a very loose camel color, put on the hat in front of the full-length mirror, hid his soft white rabbit ears in the hat with his hands, and patted it after hiding it.

I looked around to see if there was something wrong with the bulging.

After putting on the hat, he turned sideways and looked in the mirror at the place where the tailbone grew a rabbit's tail.

His rabbit tail is a fluffy white ball, exactly spherical, about the size of a fist.As soon as he slapped it down, the fluff became solid and compact.

Just propped up the loose pajamas in an arc.

He had a look of embarrassment, if it was obvious, it wouldn't be a big deal if you didn't look carefully, if it wasn't obvious, there was something bulging inside the slightly raised arc.

He went back to the room and found a long autumn baseball jersey to put on his body, stood in front of the full-length mirror again, turned left and right, covered everything that should be covered, then nodded in satisfaction, opened the door and went out.

-

Song Zhiwei never hung up his phone. Han Lu wanted to hang up, but the sound of Song Zhiwei's slippers quickly running on the floor on the other side of the phone paused, and then turned back quickly. He hesitated, so he didn't hang up immediately.

Then there was a rustling sound mixed with the sound of rummaging through the cabinet, but it was not clear what it was. --

After 10 minutes, Song Zhiwei came out of their house.Han Lu hung up the phone.

Song Zhiwei's face was flushed with sweat.In the summer, he wears a hat to cover his head tightly, and wears a long coat.

Han Lu's cool fingertips were about to touch his head: "It's so hot and you wear a hat, aren't you afraid of a cold?"