What if there are no inhibitors?

"Morning." Han Lu's voice rose.

Song Zhiwei rolled his eyes at him.

Han Lu grinned brightly, and seemed to think Song Zhiwei was cute.

The sky outside was still dark, but the sound of running water and yawning and chattering from the dormitory building on the opposite side pierced the tranquility of the sky, and the orange light overhead illuminated this small world as bright as day.

Song Zhiwei could clearly see the subtle expressions on Han Lu's face.

The lazy sleepiness between the brows and eyes of the other party suppressed a certain desire, and the eyes looked straight over without blinking.

The light-colored lips are raised upwards, and the lips are moist and even glowing.

Even if I just drank water, it wouldn't be like this...

Song Zhiwei thought about it: the other party's lips are so much thinner than his own, and he has such a visual effect, so isn't he exaggerating?

He subconsciously pursed his lips.

I regretted it as soon as I did it.

The cherry-like lips were sucked in by him, and in the next second, Han Lu leaned forward, pressing the flesh under his lips with his thumb: "Don't lick, I want to kiss you again."

Song Zhiwei's heart trembled, the force on his mouth was released, and Han Lu leaned over.

The hands that tightly shackled his waist, leaving him no room to hide, were showing him the inhumane aspects of Han Lu, which made his scalp tingle.

But no matter how much he refused in his mind, his soul was still very honest, and the feeling of kissing was too good. He raised his hand to push Han Lu's shoulder, but he couldn't use his strength, and he seemed a little desperate to get him.

Han Lu obviously wasn't satisfied with kissing anymore, he moved his hands slightly.

Song Zhiwei jumped out of his arms like an electric shock, his two grape eyes widened: "Why are you touching my back all of a sudden?"

This startled Han Lu, and Song Zhiwei's frightened face made him wonder if he had gone too far.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door outside, and Jian Chao shouted loudly: "Is there anyone inside?"

Han Lu sighed helplessly, let go of Song Zhiwei and turned to open the door.

Song Zhiwei's eyes were blurred for a moment, then he woke up instantly and jumped into the bathroom.

The moment he entered the bathroom, Song Zhiwei bent his back in relaxation.Just now, Han Lu's gentle rubbing on his waist made his skull go numb, and even the rabbit ears that only appeared in the first half of the year were eager to conjure up.

Jian Chao walked into the balcony and complained on twitter: "The door was closed early in the morning? Are you okay?"

Han Lu's tone was not good: "I'm pulling people to give lectures early in the morning, are you not sick?"

Jian Chao said "Hey", "Do you believe that I sued classmate Song?"

"... "

Song Zhiwei was in the bathroom, and found that he couldn't find a good time to go out.If Han Lu hadn't locked the balcony door, he would have been able to go out openly, but after locking the door, he would appear naked.

He waited for a while, feeling a little bored, and lightly kicked the door frame, careful not to make a sound.

On the balcony outside, Jian Chao was still complaining about Han Lu's lack of love from his classmates, with a poisonous mouth... He just pretended to be a harmless and reliable excellent student in front of classmate Song...

It took him 10 minutes before Jian Chao and Guo Han went out from the balcony.

Jian Chao asked, "Are you going to class? Han Lu, won't you come with us?"

Han Lu said, "I'll wait for a while."

Then there was the sound of the bedroom door closing.

--

Song Zhiwei unscrewed the handle and came out of the bathroom, and gave Han Lu a rare embarrassed smile: "Next time I will hide in the bathroom."

Song Zhiwei raised his eyebrows: "Do you still want to have a next time?"

Han Lu stopped talking for a moment, his eyes swept across Song Zhiwei's face: resentment and grievance.

Song Zhiwei pointed his index finger at Han Lu, which was a very impolite gesture, but he was very firm: "Han Lu, next time you touch my back again, we can't finish it."

This obviously means that we are not finished, but the meaning behind the tough tone is obviously: if you touch my back again, we are finished.

Even though Han Lu was very confused, he had to solemnly say, "I won't do it next time."

-

December 12th is a Western festival. Although everyone does not celebrate the Western festival, they all want to take advantage of the festival to be lively.

In addition, 12.24 is Christmas Eve, full of the atmosphere of romantic confession.Who receives the most apples, who receives the apples from the person he likes, and who gives them to whom...

These gossip news will be as unstoppable as wings.After a while, everyone in the class knew about it.

Even though today is only 12.23 Monday, the whole class is filled with a different atmosphere from the past.

The class changed positions again.

Song Zhiwei and Han Lu sat in the last row by the window.

The classroom was noisy, more noisy than usual.

"Do you want to send apples?"

"To whom?"

After the male student said a name of the opposite sex, everyone booed one after another.

"Don't get me wrong, she and I are just classmates." The male classmate said solemnly, "Thank you for her dedication to our class as a class leader. I also gave it to other class leaders."

"Oh~"

Song Zhiwei was playing with his mobile phone, when suddenly a system prompt popped up at the top of the screen: l529 tried to get your microphone permission.

Allow or deny.

Song Zhiwei's fingertips paused, and he pressed to refuse.

He integrated into this world by relying on the Internet, and now he is a qualified Internet addicted boy.He knows what permissions a lot of software wants for microphones, cameras, and phone contacts.

He usually gives permission.

Because these software are very annoying, after you refuse once, it will pop up to ask you again every time.

So he got used to asking permission.

And basically everyone is like this, after all, it is x-degree, x-huge, x-bo big software, and there is no danger of ** leaking.

But just now he clicked to decline, mainly because he has no impression of this software.The name is also very strange.

And there is no relevant information on the Internet to explain what this software is.

He himself has never downloaded it at all.

"You won't get a virus, will you?" He flicked his phone foolishly, trying to shake the virus out.It wasn't until he made this subconscious action that he realized how stupid he was.

However, he searched for a long time, and the l529 software did not exist in the mobile phone, whether it was on the screen or in the application management.

In the end he gave up and planned to find a time to visit the place where the mobile phone was repaired.

I just wanted to hack my phone to do my homework.

Han Lu leaned over and said, "On the 25th, you just do your own thing, and I'll help you deal with the old class."

Song Zhiwei raised his eyebrows unexpectedly: "How did you do it?"

"kiss Me."

"You are!"——A kissing maniac?

Song Zhiwei gritted his teeth and roared out the first two words, but he was too embarrassed to say the last four words.

These four words simply tarnished Han Lugao's image of being indifferent and unmoved by foreign things.

He looks like a fucking idiot now.

"What am I?" Han Lu supported his head and looked at him with a smile.

Song Zhiwei's eyes fell on the other party unconsciously.

Han Lu put on a very handsome black jacket, and the fur collar on the brim of the hat was distinct and fluffy.Added a lot of cuteness to Han Yul.

And he was wearing a complete blue and white school uniform.

The zipper of the school uniform is meticulously pulled on the top.

This dress is really rustic enough to be placed outside.

But this is school and everyone dresses like this.Some people even wore bloated knee-length down jackets and short school uniforms as thick as a single shirt, with the down jackets exposed and half of their buttocks covered.

Han Lu's way of dressing is already considered very handsome.

He doesn't seem to be wearing a sweater under his school uniform, otherwise he wouldn't be so "relaxed". After all, the other students are somewhat bloated, but he is the only one with a slender figure, and he wears the school uniform so that he can go to the catwalk.

The other party was still smiling and waiting for him to speak.

Song Zhiwei didn't want to take the topic to the edge of danger during class time, so he started another topic: "Are you not wearing a sweater?"

"I wear it."

"I do not believe."

"If you don't believe me, see for yourself."

Song Zhiwei started to remove the hem of Han Lu's school uniform.I saw a black cashmere sweater inside, and a close-fitting fleece inside.

It turns out that I have worn so many clothes, and my feelings are not pretending.

But having said that, Han Lu's image in his heart before was a real male god, with high EQ, high IQ, good looks, and he doted on him.The most important thing is that he still has a relaxed and indifferent temperament that Lengtouqing of the same age does not have.

Now the impression is gradually declining, and it has been reduced to the category of pretending.

Song Zhiwei withdrew his hand in disappointment.

Han Lu quickly raised his hand and pressed his hand inside.

He pulled it out but couldn't pull it apart.

Through the thin fleece, his cold fingertips felt the warmth of the body temperature.

His pupils dilated suddenly, and he questioned Han Lu with his eyes: How dare you play here?

Han Lu looked innocent: Obviously you did it first.

Then he raised his chin to the front right, and Song Zhiwei looked in the direction.

At a glance, I saw two boys in their class, holding hands, rubbing each other to warm each other.

Song Zhiwei was helpless.

Han Lu smiled and leaned into Song Zhiwei's ear and said, "My little friend, I found that you like to be shy."

He added meaningfully: "If you do this kind of thing, you have to be frank. If you reject it coyly, others should misunderstand what we have."

Song Zhiwei's subordinates twisted hard, and showed his white teeth to Han Lu: "I will blow your dog's head off, and no one will misunderstand you."

Han Lu lifted up his clothes, and red marks quickly appeared where Song Zhiwei twisted.He has nice abs around his waist, tight muscles.This is what makes the red mark even more painful.

Song Zhiwei felt guilty for a while, and stepped forward to put down his clothes: "Don't be cold."

Han Lu didn't tease him anymore, instead he used the usual tone before getting together: "It's okay."

Just that kind of gentle and loving, very magnanimous tone.

If Han Lu continued to ask for a kiss, he would dismiss it.

This abnormal tone made Song Zhiwei feel sore. He was about to speak when the class bell rang.The teacher of the department had already walked into the classroom, so he gave up the idea of ​​talking.

Several evening self-study sessions are filled with the rustling sound of writing.

Until the last session of evening self-study, he was still suffocating.

I want to apologize, but feel a little wronged.I don't know whether to apologize first or complain first.

At this time, everyone was talking to each other, and the classroom was slightly noisy.

Song Zhiwei moved his body, as if to speak.

Han Lu leaned over and looked at the book in his hand with lowered eyelashes, but it was obvious that the other party was listening to him more seriously. --

Song Zhiwei said: "Can't you talk to me when you talk in the future?"--

"I'm asking you a serious question, and you let me kiss you."

He couldn't help but asked Han Lu in a low voice: "Aren't we few close relatives?"

It's really embarrassing to hear the tone.

Han Lu's eyes were deep, and a rare reflection began to reflect on himself.

Others are shy when they first fall in love, but he goes straight to the "greasy" direction.