What if there are no inhibitors?

Han Lu raised his eyebrows: "You don't have to be moved or guilty..."

Song Zhiwei interrupted him with a raised voice: "I didn't want to say that because of these."

Han Lu calmed down and looked up at his face.

"Actually, I wanted to say it, but..."

Just embarrassed.

The rest of the sentence was swallowed by him, unable to speak.

"Yes." Han Lu was not in a hurry, nor did he rush him.

"I……"

Song Zhiwei just said a word, but suddenly his tone faltered.

He shut up, pumped himself up, and continued, "Actually, every month..."

The tone was stuck again, and the throat slid up and down. --

Oops, I can't say it at all.

Han Lu patted him on the waist, "No rush."

Song Zhiwei imagined what he was about to say in his heart, explaining this and that, and the process was this and that.Um……

I really don't know how to speak.

He flicked his eyes left and right, and found that he was sitting on Han Lu's lap facing each other, and the distance between them was very close.

When I just let go, I didn't realize how I let go of my hand.

Looking carefully now, his left hand found a strong point on Han Lu's chest, and his right hand rested loosely on Han Lu's left shoulder.

The surrounding air began to rise, and the temperature transmitted through the thin cloth under the buttocks was very hot, burning people.

The meat on Han Lu's thighs is not as much as that of his calves, and the softness is the feeling of meat.It hardens as soon as it sits down.This kind of softness is completely different from the quilt of the bed, and the hardness is not like that of a stone bench. As for the tactile feeling, he can't tell.

It can only be understood, not spoken.

He twisted his butt nervously.

Rubbing the cloth, the overly intimate gesture became more obvious.

It feels like the butt is the head of a match, and Han Lu's leg is the abrasive paper on the matchbox.

The match met the destined thing and rubbed it lightly.

He heard his heart beating uncontrollably, violently about to jump out of his chest.

In the past, this sticky posture was used by both of them.

Han Lu seemed to like hugging him like this.He usually refuses, making him look like a girl.

But sometimes there are exceptions, when he is in a bad mood, when he wants to act like a baby but is too embarrassed to talk crookedly.

Han Lu took his wrist and sat over, so he wouldn't refuse at this time.

He likes this posture as much as Han Yul.

Because of this posture, as long as he leaned over slightly, his arms could easily wrap around Han Lu's neck, as if he could easily hold Han Lu in his arms, feeling very safe and satisfied.

Han Lu would also support his two waists.

So, should I confess first?Or stand up first?

He suddenly didn't have the courage to open his mouth.

But if you stand up, how can you cover up the suddenness?

He himself knows this truth, and generally he does not show embarrassment or shame.It's actually not a big deal.

Confessing the last point to Han Lu is essentially not a big deal, after all, he even told the most important and most unspoken secret.

The issue of the first issue is like a secret bonus message, not explosive at all.

Admit it generously, Han Lu won't think about it.

Getting nervous like he is now before he even starts talking is as obvious as deception.

The more you care about it, the more you will get unwanted results.

But he was too embarrassed to say it.And in order to cover up this embarrassment, he also wanted to pretend to be generous on the surface.

He didn't dare to get up from Han Lu's lap easily now, for fear that any unconventional movement would make him look strange.

The two stalemate for half a minute.

The point is that Song Zhiwei struggled unilaterally for half a minute.

In these 30 seconds, he lived like half an hour.

His own mood was really wrong, he was very nervous, and his buttocks moved out secretly.

Han Lu's hand on his waist was strong, and he said in a hoarse voice, "Don't move around."

Only then did he realize that the distance between the two was too close.He could clearly perceive the hot air exhaled by the other party. --

It's hot in summer, and the air conditioner doesn't work.

Han Lu looked at him, his breathing gradually increased, and his eyes gradually deepened.

Song Zhiwei was nervous, Han Lu had a serious look just now, why has he changed completely now, "What's wrong with you?"

"I still want to ask what's wrong with you?" Han Lu lowered his voice, raised his hand and pinched Song Zhiwei's earlobe: "Your ears are red, and your eyelashes have been trembling." He looked down, "Your lips are still open."

Song Zhiwei was so frightened that his whole body trembled, and he immediately shut his mouth tightly, not daring to speak.It took a while to realize that the lips were not tightly closed.There will be some natural slight opening.

He bombed him again!

"Leave me alone?"

"I can't control you."

Han Lu's breathing became heavier and heavier, beating his eardrums loudly.

He lowered his head, bit his Adam's apple, and gritted his teeth lightly.

Song Zhi maintained his Adam's apple and got up quickly, suppressing his rapid heartbeat and taking a few steps back.I found a place with a lot of space to support the cabinet with my hands, and it was three meters away from Han Lu.

Han Lu licked his lips, looking inquiring.

Song Zhiwei was really afraid that Han Lu would use his brain to think, so he quickly said, "You still remember Ruan Ruan."

"of course."

"It's my companion beast."

"I know."

"And my best and most loyal friend."

Han Lu frowned: "It won't take human form, will it?"

Song Zhiwei couldn't laugh or cry: "No."

Han Lu breathed a sigh of relief: "Yes."

"In my original world, everyone had their own companion animal. And it was not inherited by parents' genes. It was influenced by their own potential genes. So father owl can also give birth to rabbits."

Han Lu thought he was about to hear a story about growing up.For this reason, he changed to a more comfortable sitting position: "Do you want to sit and talk?"

Song Zhiwei looked at the uncomfortable chair where two people were crowded together: "No need."

"Companion beasts can help you fight, some don't. Some are pet companion beasts, and Ruanrou belongs to the latter, but I still like Ruanrou very much. It accompanies me to grow up and is my inseparable friend."

"Yes." Han Lu nodded. --

"It actually has the IQ of a six or seven-year-old child. I can communicate with it in my mind, and its behavior will represent the truest preferences in my heart."

Han Lu raised his eyebrows: "Cool."

"Well..." Song Zhiwei pursed his lips: "I don't need to feed it, it doesn't need to eat and drink. If I have to describe it, it should be a spiritual body that can be touched."

"Yes." Han Lu nodded knowingly.His gaze slipped from Song Zhiwei's rapidly shaking eyelashes to his finger poking at the table anxiously, as if trying to find a cup or book in his hand.

On the surface, Song Zhiwei seems to be centered around a central idea, all talking about companion beasts.

In fact, the mind is chaotic.

Han Lu's fingers tapped on the table, and he would do this trick when writing questions.

He likes to do that while he's thinking, and ends up saying nothing.

"A rabbit is a mammal with long tubular ears. But mine has lop ears. Both are equally cute."

Han Lu wanted to laugh when he heard it, Song Zhiwei's serious science popularization was too pure and cute.Although he felt that Song Zhiwei might prevaricate him in the end.

But he didn't laugh out loud, for fear of disturbing the other party's speech.

"And rabbits, like other companion beasts, have a sex period." Song Zhiwei's eyes drooped, not daring to look at Han Lu's eyes and performance: "Once a month."