What if there are no inhibitors?

"Don't touch me!" Song Zhiwei's voice became very sharp, piercing the sky like a sharp knife.Maliciousness, panic, and resistance.

Out of the corner of his eye, he couldn't see Han Lu's face, but he could see Han Lu squatting on the ground with his wrists raised and his fingers in the air.

Han Lu's hand shape is very beautiful, very slender, with well-defined joints.Each nail cap is trimmed very round.

He stopped in the air in embarrassment, and moved his fingertips, as if he wanted to help him, but he didn't dare.

Song Zhiwei was instantly burned by this cautious move.He knew that he must have frightened the other party.He pleaded softly, "Don't touch me."

He was stunned when he made a sound, his voice was low and hoarse, and he was crying uncomfortably.

"Then what do you want me to do?"

After Han Lu's question, Song Zhiwei blinked his eyes and slowly calmed down, because the most serious thing was not the present, but the unbearable fever in a few hours, he said in a hoarse voice: "Back the back."

Han Lu obediently turned his back.

Song Zhiwei began to take off his school uniform, the zipper had just been pulled down.

A blue and white school uniform was handed to him.

Han Lu held up his clothes: "Use mine."

Song Zhiwei looked down at the ball of blue and white clothes, and it seemed that Han Lu's fresh and clean smell was still floating on it.

His fingertips trembled, and he approached slowly, but after getting the clothes, his movements suddenly became faster. He unfolded the clothes and quickly covered his head, leaving only his face outside.

Only after doing this did he feel that he was alive.The beating of the heart, the flow rate of the blood vessels, and his dry throat from being frightened.

"I..." His voice was hoarse.

"Can I turn around?"

"You... turn around."

Han Lu turned around, got up, and reached out to catch Song Zhiwei who was squatting.

Song Zhiwei felt that his elbow was being lifted up, afraid that the clothes on his head would accidentally fall off, so he stood up and broke free from Han Lu's hand with his elbow.

He was so anxious that his body took a few steps back.

For an instant.

Embarrassment, suspicion, panic, and a cold atmosphere lay between the two of them.

It seems that the sweet kisses once were all dreams.

"Can you tell me what happened?"

Han Lu's voice was still gentle and steady.But it's rare that he used the modal particle "did you?"He always speaks in imperative sentences.

Song Zhiwei was not in the mood to notice this detail, but he was obviously comforted by Han Lu's voice.

He thought for a while, lowered his eyes and looked at a leaf on the soil, and said in an unbelievable tone even himself: "Am I 'ill'?"

In Song Zhiwei's state, it is not difficult to guess what it is. --

There is a secret that will always lie between them.

Han Lu said, "But today is only the 22nd."

"It's ahead of time. I'm leaving the school gate now, and I don't have time to apply for a leave slip and go through the main gate. I have to climb over the wall." --

Perfect, a tone so calm that even he himself was surprised.

Song Zhiwei silently praised himself in his heart, but felt that he was calm

A kind of distressed.

And he believed that Han Lu had a tacit understanding with him on this matter.

After speaking, he raised his foot and wanted to leave.

Han Lu fiercely supported his shoulder, "Song Zhiwei, look at me."

Song Zhiwei's eyelashes trembled. He didn't want to look at Han Lu's face, but because of the pleading tone, the end of his eyes slowly turned up.Finally stunned.

Han Lu's eye sockets were red.

He seemed less dazzling than usual, even a little downcast.

Song Zhiwei suddenly lost his voice, his mouth slowly opened wide, and the impact in front of him was no smaller than him earlier.

Han Lu looked into his eyes: "I can't let you go alone."

"Let me follow along."

"Don't... I don't want you to know."

"I insist, even if you refuse, I will follow you."

"don't want…"

"I'm afraid, Song Zhiwei."

Song Zhiwei lowered his eyelashes, not daring to think about Han Lu's tone.

"All right."

Han Lu glanced at Song Zhiwei's left and right, then he picked up the sleeves of his school uniform and tied it under his chin.

Song Zhiwei looks like a minority now, but neither of them pays attention to this.

Han Lu suddenly stretched out his hand, his beautiful and slender hand was waiting in the air.

Song Zhiwei looked down and slowly put his hand away.

Han Lu's palm is warm, his fingertips are a little cold, and his skin is very delicate.It was nice to be held by him.

The two of them rarely held hands.Occasionally, I don't know if I'm not used to it or if I'm too girly.

Anyway, they spend more time kissing than holding hands.

But it feels good to hold hands now.

At least a little less estrangement.

The backside of the large toilet in the playground is a bit like a mass grave, where the unused firebricks of the repair school were discarded here.

Even if it is low-tech, only a few people know that fire bricks can be used as stepping stones to climb out.

The main reason is that the people in this school are all good students, they don't study enough every day, and they don't know how to do things like climbing walls.

It was Han Yu who knew about it.

To be honest, Song Zhiwei didn't have a clue when he said he climbed the wall.

He climbed the wall for 5 minutes, mainly because he was worried that the school uniform on his head would fall off.

After he climbed down, it took only two seconds for Han Lu to come over with a push of his hand.Song Zhiwei just stood still, holding his sleeves with both hands to tie a knot on his chin, and said jokingly: "What are you doing so fast?"

Han Lu's voice was light: "I'm afraid you'll run away."

Song Zhiwei didn't dare to speak for a moment.

Instead, Han Lu said again: "I took a taxi, and it was the nearby xx liquor store."

shop. "

"Well." Song Zhiwei knew that this hotel was a famous local product in Nanhuai City, and its status in Nanhuai was no different from those five-star hotels.

After a while, Han Lu turned off his phone and put it in his bag: "Let's go, the car is here."

The driver is an uncle in his 50s and [-]s. He saw that one of the guests was wearing the school uniform of Nanhai No. [-] Middle School, and the other one looked young.

Think about the destination again.

In an instant, his eyes were wrong.

But look at two boys.

And indeed Zhang Er

Can't figure it out.

Han Lu said coldly, "Please drive faster."

The driver shrank his neck and looked away. The guest's expression seemed to be going to kill someone, not to open a room.He must have lost his mind, the driver withdrew his mind and hit the gas pedal with his foot.

Song Zhiwei slept on the backrest with his head up, his face and neck began to turn red, and his brows were furrowed in discomfort, as if he had a fever.

--

Han Lu's fist on his side clenched tightly, and his Adam's apple rolled up and down.

got out of the car.When Song Zhiwei saw the beautiful and magnificent building in front of him, it was rare that his mind was still online. He said, "We didn't bring our ID cards."

Han Lu led him away: "My mother opened it. There is a special room on the top floor for me to sleep in."

"Will you meet her?" Song Zhiwei said in a panic.

"will not."

"Will the people in your hotel tell her?"

"No." Han Lu turned around and said patiently, "I will take care of this, don't worry."

Song Zhiwei reacted for a long time, "Oh."

After entering the hotel, the heat surged all over my body.

Song Zhiwei became more and more irritable, he was not as good as the cold temperature outside.Not only is it hot in here, but the air is also dry.Even if he swallowed his saliva, he couldn't relieve it, but instead had a tendency to burn more and more.

The ground floor of the lobby was bare and well-dressed people walked up and down.

When Han Lu and Song Zhiwei entered, they were very abrupt, still wearing school uniforms, and holding hands.

Song Zhiwei lowered his head, deliberately ignoring those gazes.

Instead of taking him in the elevator, Han Lu took him around several corridors, which made him faint.Finally, he stopped in the depths of the corridor.

After several detours, the road is now deserted.

Han Lu pressed the up button.

Song Zhiwei discovered that there is a small elevator here.

Small elevators are indeed smaller than normal elevators.

It was so small that one could clearly feel Han Lu's breath.

is depressing.

It seems that all kinds of thoughts and emotions are pressed under this skin.It can break through at any time, but it is locked firmly because of the concerns of others.

But the madness inside can be glimpsed from one corner.

Song Zhiwei blinked his eyes, he really wanted to find a way to break this situation immediately.

After much deliberation, the only way is to confess to Han Yul.

But frankly it's not that easy.

He has adapted to a life for a long time.

But he was extremely afraid of any possibility of breaking this ordinary and comfortable life.

He is afraid of trying, afraid of being different.

I can only fool myself with the idea that my new life is better.

try it yourself.

He stretched out his tentacles to test, but was disturbed by the strange feeling.

"Let's go." Han Lu said.

The elevator stopped and the door was open, Song Zhiwei was taken aback for a moment: "Oh."

Han Luxiang turned right.

The handmade rug feels soft and soft to the touch, without any sound at all.The entire top floor is luxurious and classical palace style.

It is completely different from the clean and bright feeling on the first floor.

Han Lu quickly turned to the door of a room, entered the password and pressed the fingerprint

.The sound of the door popping open is very mechanical and textured.

Song Zhiwei followed in. The living room of this suite has a bar and a large sofa.

The most conspicuous thing is the floor-to-ceiling windows on one wall, which can have a panoramic view of the whole Nanhuai City, and a mother river draws down from the front left.Countless buildings stand quietly, and moving vehicles shuttle among them, like flowing blood.

Han Lu went in and picked up the remote control panel and pressed it against the window sill, the curtains were activated and slowly closed in the middle.

The beautiful scenery is blocked, and the light is also dimmed.

Han Lu turned on the light again.

Song Zhiwei squinted his eyes, and finally saw the big round bed.

"I want to take a shower first."

"Well, I'll get you some clothes." Han Lu opened the closet, and there was a row of clothes on display.Only then did Song Zhiwei realize that this room was not like a hotel suite, because many personal things were not in time to collect.

Apart from the initial gaffe, Han Lu is now acting very calm.

It is difficult to tell whether the other party is normal or abnormal.

After taking the clothes, Song Zhiwei went into the bathroom.

This bathtub is super big, like a small pool.

He didn't have the patience to wait for it to be filled with water, but turned on the shower next to it and directly cooled it down with cold water.

He may have smelled the body wash and shampoo smelling good.

It even made bubbles on the rabbit ears and rabbit tail.

After washing, he shouted loudly: "Han Lu!"

"what's up?"

After Han Lu agreed, his voice became softer: "Where's the hair dryer?"

"In the drawer on the second left, under the cabinet with the mirror."

"Oh." Sure enough, Song Zhiwei found a blower inside, turned on the power, and blown his rabbit fur fluffy.

Then I put on my clothes, wrapped my head and turned the door to go out. The air conditioner outside was very hot.He won't be cold even in a T-shirt.

Han Lu looked over, holding a cigarette between his slender fingers.The smoke obscured his handsome face.

Song Zhiwei lifted the quilt and lay down with a sullen face.She shrank back uneasy, until all the rabbit's tail sank into the bed, and whispered: "You can go."

Han Lu hurried over, took off the towel on Song Zhiwei's head before Song Zhiwei could react, and lowered his head to kiss the soft white rabbit ears.