What if there are no inhibitors?

"What?" Song Zhiwei pretended not to understand, but his face had a clear expression. He tilted his head, his round eyes smiled into crescent moons, and the crescent moons were still full of clear springs, looking very rascal.

Han Lu sighed helplessly.

Song Zhiwei suddenly smiled like a little fox, hooking his fingertips.The person in front of him was tall and slender, with his hands in his pockets, and he bowed and lowered his head cooperatively to come closer.

Song Zhiwei approached the person's ear: "Thank you for helping me with my lessons, boyfriend."

The silky hooks gently rubbed against the heart.

Han Lu's eyes loosened for a moment, and the thumb and index finger of his right hand pinched Song Zhiwei's chin, pinching it punitively.

Song Zhiwei cried out in pain, and wiped his chin with a smile.

Because it was in the middle of the road in their own community, the two were fairly restrained, and there was no entanglement in their movements, but there were "a few fights" between their eyes.

The focus of this fight was Han Lu's unilateral attack, and Song Zhiwei was defeated.

He can't learn the frivolous ambiguity between the adults' eyebrows and eyes.

No matter how long he was with Han Lu, as long as Han Lu looked at him like that, he would feel a little embarrassed.

Although his expression has been flawless.But he didn't know that every time at this time, his curled eyelashes would tremble uncontrollably, and he didn't dare to look directly at Han Lu's eyes, only dared to look at the slightly lower nose or lips.

Han Lu glanced down at his face several times and said, "Come to my house tomorrow, or I'll go to yours."

"okay."

The two spent a few days at home happily.

In a blink of an eye, it was approaching the 25th of January, Han Lu didn't say much thoughtfully, but Song Zhiwei was uneasy, always feeling that he was short in this matter, and it depended on Han Lu's face to act.

then…

He found.

Han Lu seemed to be kicking his nose in the face!

It wasn't easy to find out on the phone, but now in person, Song Zhiwei grabbed Han Luyi's collar and asked, "What do you mean?"

"It's nothing interesting. I told you to call me when you're awake in the past three days, and I'll deliver the food." Han Lu looked up at the other party, Song Zhiwei's eyes were still bulging, like the eyes of a stuffed animal, a little Insignificant grievances, he explained: "If you're 'sick', don't eat those unnutritious things."

Song Zhiwei might be mean. When Han Lu asked this question before, he was flustered and wanted to hide, but now that he didn't ask him, he was anxious to ask others to ask more.

And there was only the last layer of window paper left.

How he wished that Han Lu would listen to his complaints.Why did you suddenly lose your mind?

However, Han Lu's attitude made it difficult to find fault. He seemed unreasonable even if he wanted to get angry.

In the end, he resorted to his trump card: "You don't even care if I feel bad or not."

"You are not uncomfortable." Han Lu said firmly.

"Grass." Song Zhiwei was too shocked.He was leaning softly on the sofa, but now he sat up straight in shock.

He only recalled it now, although Han Lu didn't have any desire to spy on his body in the past.

But still very concerned about his health. --

There was a lot of side-talking after that.Song Zhiwei

Unknowingly, I was told a lot by him.

His "discomfort" is completely different from that of ordinary people suffering from physical illness.

His discomfort is the desire hidden in the throbbing hormones.He didn't touch the idea of ​​porcelain disease.

When Han Lu talked about this topic while he was not paying attention, he told the truth sincerely, and he didn't want the other party to worry.

Now that Han Lu was sure that nothing would happen to him, he turned into the cold-blooded scum in front of him.

It also started to "calculate the general account after the fact" for him.

But after thinking about it, he understood his situation and knew that there would be no problem.

Han Lu was blinded to the bone, his eyes darkened.Maybe I was anxious, maybe I was so worried that I couldn't sleep.

For his non-confession, whether it was out of distress or anxiety, Han Lu always had a bit of a temper.

Thinking of this, Song Zhiwei did not dare to lose his temper.

He hugged Han Lu's waist, buried his face in the other's chest, and moaned, "But it's still a bit annoying."

Han Lu didn't say anything, he patted his shoulder reassuringly, and his eyes gradually deepened as he stared at the crystal lamp on the ceiling. --

In fact, he was also testing just now.

No matter how many times Song Zhiwei assured him, his indifference was gone when he met him.

He was always afraid that something would happen, especially Song Zhiwei's secretive attitude when he first knew about it, so he confirmed it over and over again.

He likes to derive more information from the existing information, but Song Zhiwei never told him the most important one. It is not as useful as "exploding" a sentence of Song Zhiwei's words.

This little heartless, Han Lu rhythmically clapped his hands down.

In Song Zhiwei's performance just now, there was no unbearable pain, and he even tried to act like a baby to him, sticky.

Maybe it's really all right, so that he can rest assured.

The person lying on the body twisted at the waist.Han Lu suddenly realized something, he didn't need to look at his face to know that Song Zhiwei must be thinking about it now.

He knew that Song Zhiwei's back could not be touched.

It's not completely untouchable, but it's an extremely sensitive area for him.

If you touched his back when he was awake, it might be a slap in the face.Although the strength is not heavy, it is the same as flirting, but no matter how you say it, you are extremely unwilling.

But if Song Zhiwei was touched on the back when the emotion of being kissed was strong, the effect would be good, and his bones would be softened directly, and his breathing would instantly become short of breath.

And Song Zhiwei is now clutching his clothes tightly, thinking clearly.

Han Lu's hand patted down slowly, the rhythm was not too fast or slow: "I can't help it if I feel uncomfortable."

It's rare for Han Yul to speak with "

"Yeah", the tone seems to be coaxing people. Song Zhiwei twisted his waist again, that's all, let him go.

-

On the night of the 27th, in order to express his feelings, Song Zhiwei called Han Lu right after the last wave of sex fever passed.

"Hello?" His voice was hoarse.

"En." Han Lu's voice was cold and indifferent, "Okay?"

"Okay." Song Zhiwei's voice rose.

"I'm coming to find you."

"Hey wait, I need to take a shower first, you can come to me in half an hour, I can't open the door for you if you come here now."

"it is good."

Song Zhiwei sprayed the shower gel on his rabbit's tail as usual, and after a while, he got up and soaked it. It was really better than a bath ball.

Rabbit ears use shampoo.

He found the distinction between the two by accident, and he felt speechless and funny.

After drying the rabbit ears and rabbit tail, these two things disappeared automatically.

Then he tore off the sheet and threw it in the washing machine, where he hand-rubbed it too.

Put on a fresh set of clothes.

Han Lu just arrived at his door.

Although he is still very lazy now, after all, he has sweated so much and exerted so much energy in the past three days, but he can't help being in a good mood.

He rushed down to open the door for Han Lu.

"Come on, let's eat."

"Hmm." Han Lu's nose moved imperceptibly, and his boyfriend smelled refreshing and sweet. Even though the ends of his hair were blown dry, there was a hazy watery feeling all over his body.

His face was steamed red, and even the corners of his eyes were red.

Han Lu thought it was funny, it seemed that Song Zhiwei had really washed himself inside and out, it would take half an hour for a normal boy to take a shower.

Song Zhiwei bounced down the steps at the door.

They went to a nearby Chinese restaurant to order food.It was nine o'clock in the evening, there were no people there, and the restaurant was big enough for them to talk freely.

While waiting for the dishes to be served, Han Lu scalded a pair of bowls and chopsticks for Song Zhiwei with a small amount of hot tea.

Very harmonious during the meal.

The two chatted.

Song Zhiwei chewed a little faster than usual: "This time it's over at eight o'clock in the evening, but I'm starving to death."

Han Lu: "The last time you were at my house was very fast, it was over at noon."

"Because I'm wearing your clothes."

Han Lu paused for a while, and looked over with a puzzled look.

Song Zhiwei's heart trembled: "Then what...that's what happens when I'm nervous in unfamiliar situations."

Fearing that Han Lu wouldn't believe it, he hurriedly added: "Do you think it was the same when we went to play basketball? I also went to watch your finals on the afternoon of the 27th."

Han Lu didn't say anything, didn't believe it and didn't refute it, Song Zhiwei continued: "You still confessed to me at that time. Do you remember what you said at that time?"

Han Lu thought for a while, and said with a serious expression, "I don't remember."

Song Zhiwei rolled his eyes: "Don't you remember?"

There was a smile in Han Lu's eyes, and he said slowly, "I don't remember at all, I just remember that you were wearing my clothes at my house..."

"Don't mention it." Song Zhiwei made a pause gesture, "I beg you, don't talk about it, don't ask.

"

Han Lu put a piece of Song Zhiwei's favorite dish in his bowl, and said in a truce, "Let's eat."

Song Zhiwei's neck was covered with red, and he bit off the food in his mouth sullenly.That little look is full of anger.

When the time comes in February, you can start preparing for the New Year.

Liu Fengxia and Song's father promised to come back this year to celebrate the New Year with their children.

In fact, these businessmen get busier as the Chinese New Year approaches.It was also the same in previous years, either take Song Zhiwei to the hotel and play by himself, or let him go to grandma or grandma's house.

two people this year

It is true that during the very short vacation, I sneaked back to Nanhuai City by plane.

In fact, Father Song didn't want to come back this year either.The main reason is that I have nothing to do except New Year's Eve, and I have to go to several parties at the beginning of the first month.Liu Fengxia complained half-truthfully in the car: "If you don't come back, your son will be taken away."

"How could it be?" Song's father was perfunctory, and began to close his eyes and rest.

New Year's Eve.

A family of three sits in the living room on the second floor and watches TV.

The table is full of kumquat, apple and lotus crisp cookies, melon seeds, peanuts and sugar.

The familiar background music and the impassioned voice of the host are especially contagious.

Although the three people are far away from each other, each occupying a sofa and hugging a blanket, there is a moment of family warmth in this small space.

Song Zhiwei lowered his head and chatted with Han Lu while watching the Spring Festival Gala.

"Are you with your parents?" he asked.

"Well, I can accompany you tomorrow. My parents are going to my grandparents' house. I said I'm looking for a classmate."

"Won't your parents guess when you go out with your classmates on the first day of the new year?"

Han Lu was the calm one again: "Well, they thought I was talking about a girlfriend."

"..." This ellipsis can well represent Song Zhiwei's mood.

Han Lu patiently explained: "Actually, I said it's okay if I have a boyfriend, but I'm afraid of exposing you."--

"Oh." Song Zhiwei said, "Is the sketch good?"

"Not as good as you."

"..." Song Zhiwei replied, "Get lost."

Liu Fengxia suddenly asked: "Weiwei is chatting with a friend?"

"Uh-huh."

"With a girlfriend?"

Song Zhiwei's pupils widened suddenly, but fortunately, he encountered many unexpected situations, so he stretched his voice calmly: "Mom..."

Liu Fengxia explained: "I see you are smiling very happily."

On the surface, she is curious, but the hidden exploration and oppression follow her like a shadow.Fortunately, Song Zhiwei didn't fear him.

Song's father suddenly spoke for Song Zhiwei: "Why do you care so much every day? You can't have a girlfriend yet? And Weiwei's grades have improved so high this time, maybe it's because of the help of Xueba's girlfriend."

Song Zhiwei's heart rose to his throat, but he didn't expect Song's father to be more powerful, and he directly settled the fact that he was in love.

However, the other party didn't ask any more questions, as if it wasn't a big deal whether they were in love or not, which made him feel relieved.

Liu Fengxia gave Song's father a blank look, and as a husband and wife, Song's father instantly understood that the look in his eyes disliked him: You know nothing.

At zero o'clock, the host counts down: ten...nine...eight...

Every number shouted with passion.

Three...two...one!

All the male and female hosts wished together: "Happy New Year!!"

The special message bell rang again, and Song Zhiwei looked down: Happy New Year, baby.