What if there are no inhibitors?

"You didn't remind me that your mother was at home just now." Song Zhiwei fell vertically into Han Lu's bed and said in a muffled voice, "And why did you say that your mother scared me? Then can I still be in front of my aunt?" I have a good impression..."

Han Lu closed the door tightly, turned around and walked into the room. He pulled the bench beside the bed and sat down, looking at the person on the bed with a helpless smile.

Song Zhiwei was lying face down, with the word "autistic" written all over his body. Why did he get into such a big embarrassment just after his family released him? Can he apply to go home now?

But at this time Han Lu smiled very lightly, listening to that voice was very pleasant.

All right, let's see his joke.

He curled his lips and turned his head to ignore Han Lu, smelling the clean and refreshing smell of the bed in his nose, which helped to clear his mind.

Han Lu's bed was too tidy, light gray, very cold.At first glance, it doesn't look like Han Yul's character, but it seems that it should be like this.

Ordinary people are afraid of rubbing dust when they see such a bed.

Song Zhiwei is not afraid of getting Han Lu dirty, and he is not afraid of messing up the word "person" when he sleeps. He wants to teach Han Lu a little lesson.

When I woke up again, the sky outside had become dark, and the lights in the room were not turned on, so the light was not very bright, and I could only see a handsome figure sitting beside the bed.

He lay on his back under the quilt, the temperature in the room was moderate, and he was covered with a thin quilt, so he slept very comfortably.

He sat up and patted his sleepy head, his voice hoarse and sleepy: "Why didn't you call me?"

"Seeing that you are sleeping so soundly, I am waiting for you to fall asleep."

It was too dark outside, Song Zhiwei asked, "Have you had dinner yet?"

"No."

He was stimulated and trembled all over: "It's over, we didn't leave the room all afternoon, auntie won't..." He stared at Han Lu with round grape eyes, full of horror.

"Nothing?" Although the light was not clear, he could still see the interested smile on Han Lu's face.

He went over to give Han Lu a kick, and his white tender feet stepped on the other's knee: "Don't tease me about such a nervous matter!"

"No, she'll be leaving this afternoon." Han Lu held his ankle and said solemnly, "My parents are busier than yours. You just happened to be lucky today."

Song Zhiwei always felt that Han Lu was laughing at him, and it only took a day and a half to see Han Lu's mother, and he could accurately grasp the opportunity to jump on his son.

"Go away." He lifted the quilt and was dumbfounded for a moment: "You changed my clothes? Why?" He was so angry that he yelled out dialects from other places: "I'm afraid the ash on my clothes will stain yours. bed?"

He looks like a cat with a fried hair now.Take the opportunity to damage Han Lu.

Obviously today's excitement is not small.

In fact, Han Lu didn't feel ashamed, but felt that Song Zhiwei was cute today.

But now he didn't add fuel to the fire, he tried his best to coax and say, "It's uncomfortable to sleep in normal clothes, so I changed your pajamas for you."

Song Zhiwei looked at the pajama pants that could step on the ground, and was not very happy: "Oh, thank you."

He grabbed his uniform from the bench.He paused as he was about to go to the bathroom, and glanced back with charming eyes. Although he couldn't see the person behind him, he could imagine that those beautiful eyes should be staring at him.

He loosened his clothes.

Slowly unbuttoning the pajamas.

One, two, as if pressed in slow motion.

He knew that his butterfly bones were pretty, so he paid attention when he took them off, and stretched his shoulders back.

Putting on his shirt, he bent over, raised his buttocks, raised his two long, white legs, and stepped on the pajama pants one left and one right respectively.

Han Lu hugged him fiercely from behind, his voice low and hoarse: "Don't leave tonight."

"No way." Song Zhiwei said with a smile: "My parents finally agreed with us, and I finally came out to find you with their permission today. Well..." He pretended to enlighten: "If you insist on me It’s not impossible to stay. Although my parents are at home tonight, they should be supportive, you’re right.”

He spoke in a strange tone.It's very similar to the yin and yang between the palace and concubines in TV dramas.

If Han Lu doesn't understand what he means, this number one scholar can be remade.

He held Song Zhiwei's chin in his jaw, with a slight sense of coercion, "Willing to make fun of me?"

"That's right." He felt uncomfortable being held, and swung his elbow back to hit Han Lu.

Escape from the shackles of Han Lu.

Seeing the embarrassing expression on Han Lu's face, he smiled smugly, "Goodbye ~ If you are not afraid of death, you can come to my house to find me tonight."

"Are you serious?" Han Lu said.

Song Zhiwei was stunned, and hurriedly said: "Just kidding, you are not allowed to come, I managed to coax them well, don't let your efforts fall short, anyway, they are trying to accept it now. It will get better slowly."

"Yeah." Han Lu looked at him with pitifully tight eyes.

Although most of them were pretending, Song Zhiwei was still very happy to kiss him on the face: "Goodbye~" His fingertips lightly stroked Han Lu's Adam's apple, and finally lifted him: "The number one scholar elder brother."

—

This summer vacation is equivalent to a gift after the college entrance examination.

The time is long, there is no homework, and I want to play whatever I want.

Class dinners, basketball team dinners, dormitory dinners, and several gatherings.

I have played all kinds of tricks.

His parents seem to be slowly accepting it.

Everything gets better.

As for the admission notice, he got admitted to Bingcheng Fashion University's ace major in fashion design. He likes to match clothes for himself. Not only that, but every time he sees Han Lu's clothes.He couldn't help saying no.

What kind of clothes are just such a good fit, with a sense of design, and few elements, which makes Han Lu feel a high-level coldness when he stays quietly without talking.

Although when talking to him, the gentleness is revealed.

This idea took root and sprouted in his heart, and gradually he had the idea of ​​studying fashion design.

Good clothes, maybe the only thing that makes the two of them gay.

Other times they are straight and straight, especially Han Lu, like a scumbag with many fans.

Song Zhiwei is more gay than him.

But who knew it was Han Lu who made the first move.

Han Lu studied a very complicated major, which sounds like an engineering major just by the name.

Song Zhiwei scratched Han Lu's thick hair, rather heartless: "Come on!"

After getting the admission letter.

Everyone will feel a little bit like going their separate ways.

-

Song Zhiwei was packing his luggage, some summer clothes, and some must-haves.

I haven't cleaned up everything else, and I'm going to Bingcheng to buy it again.

"Are you going to Bingcheng with Han Lu?" Liu Fengxia said unwillingly for the last time.Originally, such an important freshman year should be accompanied by parents.But the two children, as if they were finally released from prison, insisted on not being accompanied by their parents, saying that the two of them would go together.

It's not Sima Zhao's heart, everyone knows it.

Song Zhiwei nodded: "Yes."

He was in a very excited mood, except for the start of school as a freshman.

What's more, there is the excitement of spending four years in a strange city with Han Yul.

He smiled: "I'm so happy that school is about to start."

"Understood." Liu Fengxia was annoyed: "You two take care of each other a little bit. He is good at that. A boy with rough skin and thick flesh doesn't need you to take care of him all the time."

"Hey." Song Zhiwei smiled dryly, "Yes."

He is always checking Han Lu's favorability in front of Liu Fengxia: "When I went to travel with him during the summer vacation, I suddenly wanted to take the train. But when I bought the ticket, there was only one sleeping ticket left, so I discussed with Han Lu that I should sleep In the middle of the night, he slept in the second half of the night, but he sat on the hard seat and never called me, letting me sleep all night."

"Okay, okay, don't talk about it." Liu Fengxia became angrier the more she listened.Song's father was sick a few days ago, and he suddenly mentioned to her that same-sex couples should be separated.She had figured it out before, but now she couldn't figure it out.

bad.

Song Zhiwei pursed his lips, no, what did he say wrong?

He reflected: "I know I was wrong. I shouldn't let Han Lu call me, but set an alarm clock myself. Dad said that falling in love is not the way I talk about it, and both parties have to pay. Actually, I have paid...I..."

"Okay, shut up, I don't want to hear the story of your love."

"Oh."

Although chatting on the surface seems very unpleasant.But Song Zhiwei went to hug Liu Fengxia happily: "Mom, I'm leaving, I will miss you. Goodbye, Dad!"

"goodbye!"

He pulled the suitcase and left again.

The husband and wife looked at his back, and Song's father said, "Isn't Weiwei a lot more cheerful?"

Father Song didn't care much about Song Zhiwei.She knew it clearly, from a dull gourd who didn't like to talk, to this young man who loves to laugh.

She was in a daze thinking about it, is the power of love really so great?She looked at Father Song in a blink of an eye, who was old and charming.

Father Song was puzzled: "Is there writing on my face?"

"You have wrinkles on your face." As soon as the words fell, Liu Fengxia turned and walked back.

On the way to Bingcheng, Song Zhiwei was more than happy.

He wouldn't be like this if he was with any male student in the class, but as long as it was Han Lu, he felt that the time waiting for the plane was always happy.

"Han Lu, look at our class, they are all posting ID photos."

"Oh, now I'm talking about where I'm from again."

"It actually mentioned what club to join, what club do you think I should join..."

He propped his chin to look at Han Lu.

"See what you like?"

"The problem is that I don't know any clubs!"

"Are you still 'yeah'?" Han Lu smiled and said, "Song Zhiwei, aren't you a little too cute today?"

Song Zhiwei leaned closer to his ear and whispered, "Praise again."

"Gone."

"Why are you doing this?" He shook Han Lu's shoulder.

"Then you come closer."

Song Zhiwei approached obediently, and Han Lu realized something was wrong before he could speak.He raised his head sharply, just in time to meet Han Lu's kissed lips.

Han Lu took the opportunity to take a sip.

Song Zhiwei licked his lips, turned around silently, and stopped making trouble with Han Lu.

After getting off the plane, the pleasant air of Bingcheng made me feel happy.

Song Zhiwei's school is closer to the airport.Just go to his school first.

They have to go to the dormitory to put things under the leadership of the seniors first, and then sign up, buy quilts, living utensils and so on.

"Are you all from our school uniform?"

"No." Song Zhiwei said, "He came with me."

The senior asked Han Lu: "Then which school are you from?"

"Ice University." Song Zhiwei raised his head proudly.

"Wow, Xueba."

"It's okay." Han Lu said lightly.

"Xueba." The senior said, "Your friend's dormitory is here."

As soon as the bedroom door opened, a scent of perfume came out.