What if there are no inhibitors?

"What's the matter?" Han Lu came out while lowering his head and wiping the water. He was refreshed and steamed with hot water, and his hair was naked with small water droplets. In this way, all his hair was pulled on the top of his head, making his forehead plump and smooth, and his facial features healed. The hair is three-dimensional and deep.

"nothing."

A pointless conversation.

Han Lu turned around and found a hair dryer, the humming sound of the power generator rang in every corner of the room.

Song Zhiwei supported his chin with one hand, admiring Han Lu's back generously.

The opponent is tall and long, with broad shoulders and narrow waist, and slender and straight thighs.

Although he is not as muscular as a bodybuilder, his muscle texture is good-looking, and the small water droplets on his shoulders roll down with his undulating movements.

A very sensual, lively and fragrant.

Song Zhiwei's Adam's apple rolled down, and he suddenly raised his hand to cover his face.Eyelashes fluttered.

So he and Han Luming should be talking about campus romance in a fresh and fresh way.

How come you act like a social person, take a bath calmly after doing this or that?

Does it look like Jo.Pao?Does it look like the world of two 30-year-old adults? --

Too social.

Just think of the two of them imitating adults and doing these things in a serious manner.

He couldn't stand the burning all over.Although he is an adult, he didn't make it to the end.

But the heart still can't bear the stimulation brought by excessive intimacy.

Just think that that person is Han Yul, the breath is his, the voice is his.

The sudden softness and numbness of the tailbone seemed understandable.

He slapped his face and felt himself falling into a swamp of honey.

Whether it is tired to death or drowned, I am willing.

Han Lu found out his pajamas and pajamas and put them on. The pajamas are made of cotton, very close-fitting, and look warm and comfortable.

Then Han Lu walked to Song Zhiwei's side with long legs and sat down calmly: "You..."

Song Zhiwei stood up abruptly: "I'm going to the next door."

This is the tacit understanding between the two for half a month.

Going to the other party's house is the guest room where they sleep.

Just a little trouble during the day.

Who knows if there will be any problems sleeping in the same bed at night.

Han Lu glanced at the other party, rubbed his fingertips on his pants, "Okay." After two seconds, he turned his head and asked, "Shall I see you off?"

"No need." Song Zhiwei rushed out of the room.

After closing the door, he turned around and listened to the movement in the room.

Han Lu didn't follow.

The corners of his mouth couldn't stop rising, and he went to the guest room humming.

Why is this man so handsome!

Why does he like him so much!

Two days passed in the blink of an eye, and school started on 2.14.

It just so happens to be Valentine's Day in the West.

O restless heart.

The school teacher had a temporary business with Han Lu, so the plan to sign up together fell through.

Song Zhiwei is not very sorry.

The two of them spent the whole winter vacation together.

A proper sense of distance may bring a different kind of freshness. --

He arrived at the school, because it is the registration for the next semester, so there is not much need for other procedures.

Just report directly to the class.

Song Zhiwei, a classmate who hadn't seen him during the winter vacation, heard their laughter and fights, and instantly became familiar again.

Han Lu was not in the classroom, and Song Zhiwei was bored reviewing the set of wrong questions.

Although it is a new semester, he has to study it again in the third year of high school, so he will review the wrong questions in the previous semester to learn from the past, so he can't waste the fruits of Han Lu's labor.

But the people around seemed to be very chattering, and even the top ten in the class didn't study, only some unconsciously copying their homework.

It seemed that he was out of place.

Song Zhiwei turned his pen twice bored, and saw Jian Chao and Guo Han grinning smirkingly in his direction.

He tilted his head and looked over with question marks all over his face, and mouthed: "What's the matter?"

Jian Chao suppressed his smile and said loudly, "It's none of your business, it's Han Lu."

But it was obviously smiling at him with ill intentions.

--

Song Zhiwei's eyes were blank.

Jian Chao fake coughed twice, patted Guo Han on the shoulder and turned around.

The two laughed like mice who stole oil.

Song Zhiwei looked around again.

It felt like not only the two insiders, Jian Chao and Guo Han, but even the other students were looking at this side as if nothing.

Interest in laughing.