What if there are no inhibitors?

Song Zhiwei was in a daze, and Han Lu took advantage of the situation to push his teeth open...

His mind went blank for a moment, and it took a while for his thoughts to slowly come back to his mind. The sound of sizzling water blasted in his ears, making him immediately want to find a crack in the ground to get in.

He hummed softly and turned his head away.

Han Lu's aura was even stronger, with his legs against him, he said in a low voice and forcefully, "Don't move."

...

The surrounding air was crackling with sparks, as if a prairie fire was about to burn the grove.

Song Zhiwei clasped the gap in the tree behind him with one hand, using his strength to prevent himself from slipping down, and pressed his hand against Han Lu's chest with half refusal.

He closed his eyes helplessly, frowning slightly.

...

A few minutes later, Song Zhiwei pushed Han Lu away, breathed in the fresh air, and said coquettishly, "No more."

It's a bit of a shame, but special cases deserve special treatment.

He was confident that Han Yul would listen to him.

When he spoke in a normal tone, Han Lu was 100% towards him, not to mention his soft voice now.

Although he is extremely ashamed.

but!absolute!

We cannot repeat the mistakes of last time.

Last time there were fireworks as a cover: I was moved and cried.

How to get over it this time: Hahahaha little brother, your vital capacity is so good, I almost cried out of breath?

No, that's too silly.

Han Lu asked him, "What don't you want?"

Song Zhiwei pursed his lower lip, turned his head and endured his dryness: "Don't kiss, I'm afraid my mouth is swollen, and Jian Chao will laugh at me."

Let's be honest, Han Yul will understand.

Han Lu's grip on his chin became stronger, careless and extremely dangerous: "Don't mention other men's names at this time."

"Oh." Song Zhiwei's eyelashes trembled, motioning for him to let go.

Han Lu propped his hands on the tree trunks on both sides of him, planning to chat for a while: "Say something nice?"

Song Zhiwei tilted his head, his eyes lit up, and suddenly he stepped into Han Lu's ear and yelled two double words.

Forgive him for not knowing that the word "brother" would actually poke a man's excitement.

He just simply felt that the other party really gave him a sense of trust and security, and it would be nice if he could keep calling in the future.

--

Han Lu's eyes darkened, as if he was crazy.

The big carnivorous tiger took off its gentle coat, revealing its aggressive nature, pressing its prey with one paw, and raising the jaw of the prey with the other paw, tightly imprisoning it.He happily enjoyed his big meal, elegant and destructive, not even letting go of the corners and corners of the meat, and the meal time was extremely long.

The captured rabbit had fluffy fur and was covered in white snow. It could not breathe under the pressure of the food chain level. It was bullied by the big tiger and trembling all over. It frantically took the rabbit's paw and patted the big tiger on the back.

It's the kind of angry and venting way of filming.

But the big tiger remained indifferent, allowing him to hammer his broad shoulders.

...

After an unknown amount of time, Han Lu stood up with still unfinished thoughts.

Even if the lights are dim now, Song Zhiwei can still see the other party's dark and shining eyes, especially dissatisfied.

For a moment, he felt blessed, and finally understood why Han Lu dared to treat him like this.

The feeling is that he gave Han Lu too much face.

He actually acted like a baby to Han Lu just now.

It's no wonder the other party is not crazy.

He put himself in another position and thought about it, if Han Lu shook his sleeves and acted pitifully at him with red eyes.

He will be very tempted too.

But he was tempted to pamper Han Lu even more, and wished that the stars in the sky could be picked off by Han Lu, but Han Lu, a bastard, was a beast.

Made a mistake. Made a mistake.

He quickly adjusted his countermeasures and prepared to use a new attitude towards Han Lu.

Although the heart in the chest was about to jump out.On the surface, it doesn't show at all.

Years of experience in facing disadvantages made him understand that the more he looks at this time, the less he can panic.

He lightly wiped his chin with the back of his hand, raised his eyelids, and asked without emotion: "Is the kiss over?"

Han Lu said "hmm" in a good mood.

Song Zhiwei nodded indifferently: "Then let's go back to the dormitory."

Han Lu was briefly blindfolded, and his gaze swept between his eyebrows and lips.Immediately afterwards, his eyes became more cloudy.

Song Zhiwei ignored the other party's reaction and walked towards the dormitory.His feet were a little weak, and it was like stepping on a soft cushion when stepping on the ground.However, he tried his best to keep his legs straight and not trembling, but Han Lu didn't notice something was wrong.

The two walked out of the woods and returned to the playground.At the moment, the playground is deserted and cold, and the only few people are one-on-one.

Han Lu stretched out his hand to hold Song Zhiwei, and Song Zhiwei, who had detected it in advance, raised his hand and let the other party miss it.

It was only then that Han Lu laughed, still a handsome and gentle smile, after all, he was used to having a good temper towards Song Zhiwei, and the smiling sword eyebrows and starry eyes in front of him were as bright as stars, but there was a bit of malicious intent.

Song Zhiwei estimated that the other party guessed that he was shy.

The more Han Lu behaved like this, the less he would make the other party proud. There was no embarrassment on his face, but a sharp joke: "Student Han Lu, you are so awesome."

When Han Lu heard such a strange voice, he immediately looked down: "I'm not awesome."

"whispering sound."

Han Lu's eyes flashed and he understood the power of it.His face should be as innocent as possible, as sincere as possible: "The last time I kissed you was my first kiss."

"Who would believe it?" Song Zhiwei murmured in a low voice, "Well, I'm not at all embarrassed."

The one who came without saying hello just now is shockingly skilled.

With a smile in Han Lu's voice, he said in a determined and serious tone, "I'm good at studying."

"Tch." Song Zhiwei looked at the flowers and plants along the way.

Ever since they got together, his heart has been in a panic for a long time, he is both nervous and secretly happy, and all kinds of full emotions are pulling his heart.

He was afraid that Han Lu would treat him like this, and he didn't know how to react.

In the first few days of school, Han Lu treated him as usual, even a little less than usual, which made his little heart feel comfortable for a few days.

Just after evening self-study, Han Lu asked him to go to the playground.

He thought to himself: All right, stretching his head and shrinking his head, it's better to stretch his head to cultivate feelings, and when he gets used to it, he won't be so nervous.

As a result, he didn't have the heart-to-heart talk he expected, and Han Lu directly threw him on the tree.

His heart was beating out of his chest, but his face was sloppy.

At this time, Han Lu is a big cat with its fur smoothed, and it is easy to talk: "Okay, it's because I have a thick skin?"

Listening to the new round of explanations, Song Zhiwei pursed his lips: This explanation itself has a thick skin.

Han Lu scratched Song Zhiwei's face with his eyes, implying something: "If you look at me carefully, you will know that I am actually blushing inside."

Then the expression on his face was: So look at me.

Song Zhiwei turned around and squatted down, retching, very angry.

"Hahahaha." Han Lu's hearty smile came from behind him, clear and joyful, especially good on a windy winter night. --

Song Zhiwei took the opportunity to touch his ears when he squatted down, and sighed when he felt the temperature there: there is no need to look in the mirror.

Then he patted his face and stood up and complained slowly to Han Lu: "So you really have a thick skin."

Song Zhiwei would never say this in the past, even when he heard others say that about Han Lu, he would step up and beat him up.

The former Han Yul is in his mind: perfect, full of intimacy, and very charismatic.

So when he said he likes himself, he couldn't help being moved.

But now, within a few days of being together, just kissing and kissing, he has noticed the bad and strong genes in the other party, which cannot be washed away.

In fact, there is nothing dear.

It's just too harsh.

Han Lu was not too angry when he heard this, and even looked at Song Zhiwei with that kind of "love" eyes.

Song Zhiwei rolled his eyes, and he realized that Han Lu's eyes were sentimental, affectionate and beautiful.

The two went back to the bedroom together.

Song Zhiwei put his qi back to his qi, and didn't really get angry with Han Lu.

When they crossed the teaching building and approached the dormitory, they talked about the class affairs in a normal heart, and chatted with acquaintances they met by chance, just like the most ordinary classmates.

In this way, Song Zhiwei dissipated the heat from his face, and entered the bedroom solemnly.

Sitting on the chair, Jian Chao scalded his feet, the blood flowed freely from the scalding hot water, and he yelled comfortably. When he saw Han Lu and the others coming back, he asked, "You go out in such cold, are you crazy?"

Before the two of them could speak, Jian Chao understood again, "Oh~ I understand."

During the ambiguous period, I understand everything.

Guo Han was doing his homework with a pen in his hand. Hearing this, his eyes flicked back and forth between Song Zhiwei and Han Lu, with a grin on his face.

Song Zhiwei understood Jian Chao's melon-eating expression too well.He didn't want to tell Jian Chao that he and Han Lu were already talking, he was afraid that the other party would be too happy to jump on the roof if he succeeded in eating melon.

As for Guo Han...--

He has accepted it smoothly since the first shock.

It's just that it was accepted too smoothly.

Song Zhiwei went to the balcony and turned on the faucet, followed by Han Lu. He stood in the middle of the balcony door with his hands in his pockets, and said, "Cold water is freezing your teeth, you can mix it with some boiling water from my kettle."

As soon as the words fell, Song Zhiwei turned around and entered the dormitory, picked up Han Lu's kettle and poured a small compartment into the cup. It's best not to use hot water to brush your teeth, so he was extra careful to control the amount.

After he finished washing, he turned around and saw that Han Lu was still standing there blocking the door to the dormitory.

Song Zhiwei glanced up for a second, and looked at Han Lu for the first time tonight. He was tall and straight against the light, with a beautiful neckline, a smooth chin, and a high nose bridge... He moved away before touching Han Lu's eyes, He lowered his head and said, "I'm asleep."

"Good night."

...

Song Zhiwei waited for a while, his eyelashes trembling uneasily.

The opponent did not intend to withdraw.He looked at the other party instantly from embarrassment and anger, and couldn't help but think what if Han Lu made trouble with him in front of Jian Chao and Guo Han?

It's just that this time Han Lu stepped aside, and a short smile came out of his nasal cavity.

Song Zhiwei ignored the other party, and as soon as he went to bed and opened the curtain, Ruan Ruan couldn't wait to jump out, his limp body fell into the same soft quilt, and fell headlong.

It turned over, and its excited ears flew upward: wow wow wow.The master kissed brother Han Lu again today.

Song Zhiwei covered the quilt and made a lying corpse: Don't talk about it.

Ruan Ruan lay on Song Zhiwei's chest, although it was a companion beast with a bit of intelligence.But it is completely incomprehensible to human beings to be happy, nervous, bewildered, worried, burning in the heart and other emotions intertwined.

Therefore, Song Zhiwei subconsciously gave him the order: I want to get close to Brother Han Lu, but I dare not go.

Its short legs were eager to move, but it didn't crawl onto Han Lu's bed in the end.

On the top of the whole rabbit's head is written: Small head, big doubts.

Song Zhiwei stroked his soft head intermittently with his hands. The soft and smooth rabbit fur felt very good.

This made him calm down slowly.

Going to school the next day, Song Zhiwei got up and brushed his teeth. His toothpaste was strawberry-flavored, but not very sweet.He likes it very much. Every time he is in a good mood to brush his teeth clean.

In the dormitory, Jian Chao and Guo Han quarreled over a question, because Jian Chao's voice was loud, and Song Zhiwei could hear it clearly.

"The answer is 1.2e. How could it be such a strange number as 4.9688e? Although physics problems are generally difficult, the answer is simple."

"You do the math again, this question has gravity."

"... "

"Kacha" a very slight sound of closing the door made Song Zhiwei more sensitive than their quarrel.

Han Lu rolled up his sleeves and stood beside him brushing his teeth.

Song Zhiwei had a colorful dream last night. Although it was very stream-of-consciousness, he subconsciously shook his hands when facing the other male protagonist in the dream.

The two washed up almost at the same time.

Song Zhiwei put down his cup and wanted to leave, but was pulled in front of him by Han Lu, the refreshing taste of lime and sweet strawberry blended together.

Two minutes later, the two separated. Song Zhiwei leaned on the balcony with his backhand, the tip of his tongue pressed to the side of his face, and his mouth smelled of lime.