I Can’t Be This Protagonist

Qi Feiyun is watching his "works".

It is too beautiful to describe in words.

His sight was all taken away by this miserable and gorgeous body.

His eyes were soft and focused like never before, he lowered his head and kissed the scar on his chest lightly like a trembling wind.

At this moment, he fell in love with this body from the bottom of his heart, he worshipped it devoutly, and was willing to be a believer.

Yan Shuang smoked a cigarette indifferently, letting Qi Feiyun struggle to extricate himself in the afterglow, he had completely withdrawn from the madness just now, and his heart was incomparably calm.

The physique of the total receiver is indeed very evil.

It's no wonder that the two people in the original book have brushed the most indescribable plot values.

Indeed, it opened the door to a new world.

Yan Shuang even had the idea of ​​"would it be better if the pain was not shielded".

Amitabha Buddha, can not indulge in carnal desires.

He wants to quit!

Yan Shuang of the sage time smoked leisurely, smoothed Qi Feiyun's hair, Qi Feiyun raised his face, his usually neatly combed short hair was scattered between his eyebrows, his gray pupils were hidden in them, his face was a little confused, always The cold and aloof person seems to have a hint of fragile fragility.

Yan Shuang drank his cigarette, stretched out his thumb and lightly pressed his lower lip, "Don't lick it, it's all drool, it's dirty."

Being so frankly humiliated, Qi Feiyun didn't show an angry expression on his face. He lowered his head, put his ears against Yan Shuang's chest, quietly listened to the beating of the heart, and hugged his hands tightly. Live in the body he likes.

"Let go."

Qi Feiyun still didn't move.

He has not woken up from that dark dream, his eyes are closed, his mind is full of chaotic images, crosses, butterflies, goats, images of the Virgin and so on are flying around in his consciousness, accompanied by the gentle recitation of the Bible. sound.

There was a sudden tingling sensation in the back of the hand.

Qi Feiyun suddenly opened his eyes.

The aroma of tobacco lingers on the tip of the nose.

"Let go," Yan Shuang said lightly with his face down, "I want to take a bath."

Grey eyes looked at him again.

Still so pure, as crystal clear as a child who is ignorant of the world, as if he had no idea how he was hurt.

Yan Shuang took another breath and smiled, "It seems that you like this kind of gameplay?"

The eyelashes went up and down, and the light flashed, the pure child-like transparency disappeared, replaced by the gradually restored reason.

Qi Feiyun raised his left hand.

There is a faint mark on the back of the hand.

like a ring scar.

His hands, known as the Golden Hands, are the most valuable and expensive hands in the medical world.

Burned by smoke.

No longer perfect, no longer flawless.

He didn't feel a pity at all, instead he felt a sense of relief, and even felt that the hands were much more pleasing to the eye than before.

Tobacco moved closer to his fingertips again, flashing orange fire.

When the fingertips were about to touch it, it was lifted up and retracted.

Yan both smoked and laughed, the smoke trembling around his lips, "Mr. Qi, you are playing with fire."

After he finished speaking, as if he was amused by himself, he covered his stomach with laughter.

His arms were still white and flawless, like a piece of white jade in good condition, traversing his belly full of tooth marks, the strong contrast hit people's eyes, and the contradiction was like his whole person.

"Okay, I won't play with you anymore," Yan Bi smiled, wiped his lower eyelids with the back of his hands, and patted Qi Feiyun's head, "I'll put you to sleep after I take a shower."

The bathroom lights up again.

Qi Feiyun was still kneeling on the bed, his hand pressed against the bed surface, the red flesh on the back of his hand rolled over, and there was a tingling sensation, but it still felt unreal.

Thirty years of following the rules were all broken in just a few months, and on this night, he didn't even guard the bottom line.

There was a rushing sound of water in the bathroom.

Qi Feiyun turned his face and looked at the figure behind the frosted glass.

What did Yan Shuang say before?

You know what he is when you see him for the first time.

The words were clearly reflected in his mind.

It was what Yan Shuang said to him when they first went to bed.

His hypnosis didn't work? Or was Yan Shuang the same... who didn't forget him at all?

No, earlier, he had hinted to him to let him forget him.

It stands to reason that Yan Shuang could not remember what happened to them before.

Then there is only one possibility left... His hypnosis has completely defeated Yan Shuang.

Pushing open the bathroom door, Yan Shuang, who took a shower twice a night, was more tired than doing extreme sports with Qi Feiyun, and threw the towel directly on Qi Feiyun's shoulder.

"Wipe my hair."

He lay lazily on the bed, pulled up the quilt and looked ready to fall asleep.

The towel slowly slipped from his shoulders, and Qi Feiyun grabbed its tail.

"You still remember me."

"Yes."

Yan was lying on both sides, eyes closed, hands folded under his face, a standard and well-behaved posture.

Qi Feiyun suddenly felt that he could not ask at this moment.

If you directly ask "are you not hypnotized by me", you will undoubtedly expose yourself.

If he didn't ask, he had to guess on his own.

Perhaps... this is exactly what Yan Shuang intended.

The wet short hair was wrapped in the towel, Qi Feiyun lowered his head, his eyes wandered on the softly contoured face, such a clear face, but wrapped in a mystery.

He seemed to finally understand why his childhood peers were so keen on guessing games.

He leaned down and touched the corners of his plump lips with his lips.

The face was indifferent, not even the eyelashes fluttered.

Heartless people are the most charming.

Qi Feiyun suddenly understood Qin Yubai's demands.

If there is some way to get this person's full attention, it's really worth the risk.

Thoughts flashed, Qi Feiyun couldn't help laughing.

Some time ago, Qin Yubai, who used hypnosis to satisfy his own desires, thought it was pathetic, but now he has begun to understand him.

He fell so fast.

All thanks to the man lying on his bed at this moment.

Qi Feiyun pressed against those two lips.

Good night - thank you.

At the table the next morning, the atmosphere was the same as usual, if not more harmonious.

The lightly sweet milk goes perfectly with Sheng Guangming's cake, and Yan Shuang eats it to his heart's content.

Qi Feiyun said while drinking coffee, "I'll take you to school later."

This is something he doesn't usually do, but Yan Shuang answered as naturally as it happens every day: "I'll pick me up after class at three o'clock in the afternoon."

"Ok."

"If you let me dove again..."

Yan Shuang's tone of warning.

Qi Feiyun put down the coffee cup and put a piece of gauze on his left hand, which was very eye-catching, but they turned a blind eye to each other.

"Will not."

After breakfast, Qi Feiyun brought up his briefcase, and when Yan Shuang reached for the canvas bag on the shelf, he suddenly said, "Wait."

Yan Shuang turned his face, "Why?"

The man turned around and entered the bedroom. After a while, he came out of the bedroom with a leather backpack in his hand.

"use this."

Yan Shuang glanced at it, and just by looking at it, he knew that the leather of this backpack was superior, with a charming matte color on the top.

Must be expensive.

Yan Shuang accepted it rudely, stuffed the canvas bag directly, carried it on one shoulder, and said, "Buy me a new one again."

Qi Feiyun opened the door and almost at the same time heard the sound of the door opening next door.

The other party obviously noticed it, and the person froze at the door.

Qi Feiyun turned back, "I'll take you to apply for a supplementary card this afternoon."

Yan Shuang walked past him and kissed his face hard with a smile on his face, "Thank you baby."

He spun and flew out the door like a butterfly, only to see Sheng Guangming standing still at the door two doors away.

Sheng Guangming wore a very formal dress today.

Usually, when Yan Shuang saw him, he was either in sportswear or casual clothes, so it was the first time he saw him in a suit.

The sturdy body was forcibly tucked into a serious suit, and the tailoring of the suit fit well, hiding almost all the beautiful muscle lines on his body, only the slight ups and downs of the chest, and a restrained sense of strength.

With an expressionless handsome face.

It feels unexpectedly vicious.

Yan Shuang looked at Sheng Guangming without any hesitation, as if nothing had happened.

Sheng Guangming closed the door with a straight face, as if nothing had happened.

He knew that Yan Shuang was looking at him.

The agent was right, so he didn't know it and couldn't see it.

You don't need him to know or see.

Other couples are very affectionate, but he is the only one who has been deceived.

Yan Shuang looked at him for a while, then withdrew his gaze, hooked Qi Feiyun's arm, pretended to see the gauze on his hand, and said in a panic, "Oh, your hand is injured, it shouldn't affect you today. Surgery?"

"It's ok."

Qi Feiyun said in a statement tone.

"Hey," Yan Shuang frowned, "I knew I wouldn't burn you with a cigarette **** last night."

He said, but Yu Guang glanced at Sheng Guangming beside him.

Sheng Guangming stood indifferently waiting for the elevator.

Yan Shuang was still laughing, but he pulled out the hand he was holding, and wrapped it around his face to cover his mouth, "Don't tease Mr. Sheng any more." After that, Qi Feiyun lightly pointed at Sheng Guangming who was beside him. Can't stop, "Sorry."

Sheng Guangming originally made up his mind to ignore the two, but Qi Feiyun directly broke Yan Shuang's small movements, and he had to turn his face away, "No...cough cough..."

Jun's face flushed red.

Oops, Sheng Guangming coughed uncontrollably and realized that he was holding back too hard just now, and all his pretensions that morning were all in vain.

He coughed almost until he got up the elevator.

I don't know if it's really unstoppable, or it's too embarrassing to just keep coughing.

The two people beside them have already advanced to the elevator.

Sheng Guangming finally stopped coughing.

"Mr. Sheng," the doctor pressed the button on the elevator, "don't you want to come in?"

There were three people standing in the elevator.

The temperature on Sheng Guangming's face slowly dropped.

He bet he was the only one of the three people in the elevator embarrassing!

Why?

People are shameless and invincible, as long as they have thick skin, and besides, he has done nothing wrong... Sheng Guangming convinces himself, and slowly turns his face again.

Just when he returned to the most serious state, his lower back was suddenly poked.

Sheng Guangming suddenly widened his eyes and turned his face dully.

There was Qi Feiyun between Yan Shuang and him.

Both of them stared straight ahead.

The statue-like man in the middle suddenly opened his mouth.

"Stop joking with Mr. Sheng."

"Oh……"

Qi Feiyun turned his face again and nodded lightly to Sheng Guangming, "Sorry, he has no ill intentions."

Sheng Guangming: "..."

For some reason, Qi Feiyun's parent-like face made him feel more unhappy than Yan Shuang's casual provocation.

There is a strong sense of rejection.

As if the two were one and he was just a toy to make his boyfriend happy.

The elevator door opened, Yan Shuang hugged Qi Feiyun's arm and walked out briskly. Behind him, Sheng Guangming heard him asking Qi Feiyun to go to a certain restaurant for dinner.

Qi Feiyun still walked steadily under his shaking.

A calm doctor with a lively college student.

It seems to fit really well.

Sheng Guangming's throat was itchy, and he coughed again, this time he pressed it down very low, extremely light, only he heard it, and didn't want to disturb the couple, but his eyes were still uncontrollably staring at the same-sex couple. couple.

From the corner of his eye, he noticed that Yan Shuang's footsteps suddenly stopped.

The next second, he let go of Qi Feiyun's hand.

A black car parked in front of the apartment.

Sheng Guangming stood at the back and recognized the car just by looking at the front and rear of the car.

It was the man who sent Yan Shuang back that day and kissed Yan Shuang.

Sheng Guangming remembered with hindsight - if Qi Feiyun and Yan Shuang are lovers, what are those men?

He kept walking, and his line of sight expanded with the pace forward. When he saw the person in front of the car, his pupils shrank slightly.

Not that man.

He was a younger... and more handsome boy. He was wearing a camel-colored trench coat, with a slender figure, exuding a colder breath in the slightly cold autumn wind.

He was staring at Yan Shuang, and his eyes made Sheng Guangming, who was used to fighting between life and death in the ring, feel terrified.

"Ji Yao..."

Yan Shuang's voice was timid.

Sheng Guangming had never seen Yan Shuang like that.

He stepped forward, grabbed the boy's sleeve lightly, and lowered his head without saying a word, like a child who made a mistake.

Then, the young man called Ji Yao pulled out his hand in his pocket. He put on a pair of black leather gloves, reached out and grabbed the wrist of Yan Shuang's hand that was pulling him. Pull out.

"Do not touch me."

"dirty."