What if there are no inhibitors?

The boy's body temperature will be very high in summer, and it is a bit hot to hold him in his arms. Song Zhiwei put his hands lightly on the arms around his waist, and rolled his throat: "You know?"

Han Lu rubbed against his neck and let out a whimper like a dog.

Just...hardcore coquettish.

"You really know?" Song Zhiwei was incredulous, looking at the face that was no more than ten centimeters away from him face to face: "How long ago did you know?"

Han Lu still didn't speak, his eyes traced Song Zhiwei's face from top to bottom.

"Are you observing my expression?" Song Zhiwei suddenly felt funny: "Are you afraid that I will be angry?"

Han Lu's sticky wolfdog was obvious.

Song Zhiwei said: "Tell me, I'm not angry. I'm really curious." --

"I found out that the clothes were missing the first time, and the time to return them was too coincidental."

Gee.

Song Zhiwei looked out of the balcony helplessly. Opposite was another dormitory building. It was pitch black and nothing could be seen.

But the rectangular sky above the two dormitory buildings is very beautiful, and the stars in the summer night are shining like diamonds.

Han Lu lowered his voice and asked with his favorite tone, "Are you angry?"

"No."

"Then what are you thinking now?"

"Thinking of you staying here today without telling me all semester."

"It means I want to borrow your clothes for the summer vacation."

Song Zhiwei turned his head and raised his eyebrows: "Didn't you take the opportunity to pry something out of my mouth?"

"No."

Song Zhiwei suppressed his voice: "Tell the truth."

Han Lu leaned over and lowered his head, and bit his lip lightly.

……

Licking, biting.

interrupted what he was about to say.

After about 15 minutes, Song Zhiwei couldn't breathe.Even if he can take a breath.But I still have a hot head and a feeling of lack of oxygen.

Han Lu's hands were like iron tongs holding him tightly, he raised his palms and patted Han Lu's back.

As if itchy, Han Lu didn't notice it.

After another 3 minutes, he hammered hard with his fist and resisted with a whimper.

Han Lu let him go.

His breathing is disordered.

The freezing temperature of the night made his head clear for an instant.

Han Lu must have wanted to pry some information.If he didn't want to pry the news, he could just deliberately forget to take his clothes when looking for him.

Instead of speaking out like this.

She even wanted to gag his mouth in anger.

Song Zhiwei raised the end of his eyes, and the person in front of him was full of taste.Oh, and not out of embarrassment.

"Want to know?" Song Zhiwei smiled.

Han Lu didn't think well, but he still bit the bullet and answered, "Yeah."

"I won't tell you." Song Zhiwei wiped the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, and walked into the bedroom.

-

After graduating from high school, their sophomore year is also approaching the final exam.

Everyone is studying hard, and the classroom is filled with the sound of writing and turning pages.

Even Song Zhiwei and Han Lu spent less time on "other things".

As soon as the final grades came out, Han Lu was still number one in the city, and Song Zhiwei entered the top ten in the class.

Although there is still a certain distance between his name and Han Lu's name on the grade ranking list, it is still on one page.

He took out his mobile phone and took a photo, framed the first name and the seventh last name, which was almost a full page of paper.

Two female classmates happened to be standing next to them.

"Song Zhiwei, you did really well in the exam this time."

Song Zhiwei flicked his finger and quickly blacked out the screen, put away his phone: "Well, so I'll take a photo to commemorate it."

"How did you manage to improve so rapidly?"

"Because there is a goal that I have to work hard for." Speaking of this, Song Zhiwei suddenly laughed out loud, his eyes crooked.

"Ah..." The girl drew her voice, "That's great."

She doesn't even know the names of any universities now.

Song Zhiwei shook his phone: "I'm leaving first."

"Goodbye, see you next semester."

"Bye-Bye."

The two girls looked at Song Zhiwei's back, although the boy's height is not superior.But the proportions are perfect.

Wearing the ordinary school uniform on him made him feel like a teenager.

"I just saw him move the camera to the upper left a little bit, and frame the word learning."

"I saw it too, it should be obsessive-compulsive disorder."

"Why?" One of them raised his eyebrows and said, "Stop knocking."

"The two of them are actually very straight." The girl vowed, "It's the kind of arguing that makes the two boys shy. It might be interesting. But I can't feel that kind of shyness between them."

"But how do I remember that they were very friendly at first?"

"Yeah, at first Song Zhiwei peeked at Xueshen's eyes, that's why he was distracted and cautious. Why is it gone now?"

Song Zhiwei jumped back into the class, Han Lu had already packed his schoolbag, pulled his wrist and let go quickly: "Let's go, go home."

After the final exam, there were still two days of classes, and these two days of classes were basically the test papers for teachers in various subjects.

The answer sheet was corrected by the teacher after taking it home and staying up all night.The results came out on the last day of the holiday.

On the way home, the sun was so hot that even ice cream could not relieve the heat, because the ice cream would quickly melt into warm yogurt.

The asphalt road was hot and smoky, the smell of gasoline was strong, and the evergreen trees along the street curled up their leaves.Cicada screamed tirelessly, louder than louder.

Before parting, Han Lu said: "Come and find me at home tomorrow."

"Oh, do you want a parting kiss?"

Han Lu paused.

Song Zhiwei quickly jumped away with his schoolbag on his back, "I lied to you! I'm covered in sweat, can you kiss me?" He giggled.

Han Lu stood where he was and gave him a helpless look.

There was fine sweat on his body, but Han Lu looked refreshed, like a cooler.

He regretted it.

"Go back." Han Lu said.

In this weather, you have to stay in an air-conditioned room to be comfortable.

Song Zhiwei had no dreams all night, and when he woke up the next day, he still kept the school schedule.He went to Han Lu's house early and brought Han Lu breakfast.

While drinking the milk in his hand, Han Lu took out a thick stack of documents from the room.

The files are all wrapped in uniform blue clips, some are thin and some are thick, there are about a dozen of them.You have to hug a brick to hold it.

"Oh!" He was startled: "What is this? It's so high."

"Insurance."

"Insurance?"--

"Hmm. You come from another world, so you may not understand the importance of insurance in this world." So Han Lu explained it, and finally said: "This is the insurance I bought for you, but you need to sign it."

Song Zhiwei opened it, "Why is your name on it?"

"Because I should buy it for you, and the beneficiary is you."

"Oh...is it expensive?"

"There are tens of thousands, you can transfer it to me."

"Oh... okay." With a little doubt in his heart, under the guidance of Han Lu, he signed more than ten documents.

Until the last stroke was drawn by the roller of the ballpoint pen, his soul suddenly shook and he wanted to understand one thing.

Is there something wrong with this file?

Just... Han Lu is really not a person who would ask him for money.Even if it is tens of thousands of yuan, the amount is large enough.

He tore through the last document and turned to the first page. There were a few big words: Real Estate Transfer Agreement.Then he opened the second book: the equity purchase agreement.

"what?"

Han Lu raised his eyebrows, gentle and helpless: "So trust me?"

The low hoarse voice is sexy and provocative: "I sold you, do you still have to count the money for me?"

"So what the hell is it?"

Han Lu put the things aside: "Anyway, it's not to harm you, it's fine after signing."

Song Zhiwei slapped the stack of documents, not letting Han Lu take them away: "I trust you so I signed without looking at it."

"Hmm." Han Lu was very interested.

Song Zhiwei suddenly had a sore nose: "Is that what I think?" He looked at Han Lu.

This person is very familiar, he is his favorite and favorite boyfriend.

This person is also very strange.Even now, he only remembered Han Lu's appearance, not his bone appearance.This sentence is very abstract and difficult to explain clearly.

He wants to be this person every moment, every minute, every second.But he can't fully guarantee it.

Han Lu froze for a few seconds, then wiped his cheek with his thumb: "Why are you crying?"

"You... Did you give me all your property?" Song Zhiwei frowned, and big tears fell.

He didn't know if it was the right way to describe it.

Boys and girls of their age rarely have the concept of "property".

When Han Lu said that day that he would give everything to him.

He thought it was showing his loyalty, or he was saying something very conceptual.

I never thought that the other party would really do it in the near future.

He suddenly didn't dare to look at the pile of documents, for fear that he would lose his eyesight from crying.

Han Lu took his wrist and made him sit on his lap facing each other.Pulled out the tissue paper next to him, pressed it lightly on Song Zhiwei's face, and said softly, "Don't cry."

I don't know where this sentence hit him again, his nose was sour.He obviously didn't cry out, but his eyes couldn't be controlled

It became blurred and Han Lu's face could not be seen clearly.

He took advantage of the situation and carried it on Han Lu's shoulders. The air in his chest rose and fell and it was difficult to breathe. He wanted to speak but couldn't speak completely.

Han Lu smiled helplessly: "Should I not coax you? Why are you crying even more fiercely?"

"Woo..." Song Zhiwei pinched the clothes on Han Lu's shoulders tightly with his fingers: "I...I..."

"Huh?" Han Lu tilted his head.

"I can't take it." After a lot of effort, he could say four words smoothly.

Han Lu patted him on the back rhythmically with the palm of his hand, calmly: "Yes."

Anyway, the boat is sinking, and there is no way to change it.

He was in no hurry.

"I really don't want to."

Song Zhiwei rested his chin on Han Lu's shoulder and looked at the scenery behind him.In fact, there is nothing to see.There are bare floors and white walls, and there are some cabinets and chairs.

His eyes were slack, he couldn't focus, and he was still thinking about something, he couldn't bear this feeling. --

What will he pay back?

Han Lu patted him on the back slowly, his gaze gradually deepened.

It took him some time to prepare these things.

Although he is still in high school, his parents have handed over many things to him.

What he gave Song Zhiwei was of great value, and it was everything he had now.

In the vicissitudes of life, the white horse passes through the gap.

At the age of 18, he loves Song Zhiwei very much.

Who knows if the 28-year-old will cheat.

Or whether he will become a philistine businessman at 38 and betray Song Zhiwei.Not to mention anything else, just blowing up this matter, and getting hundreds of millions of attention is an unimaginable value.

People are changeable.

He won't allow anyone to hurt his dearest.

Even my future self.

Song Zhiwei gritted Han Lu's neck with his teeth: "Can those documents be changed?"

"No."

He wiped his tears with his fingers: "I want to tell you something." He took a long breath: "My heart is so uncomfortable."