I Can’t Be This Protagonist

It was very quiet in the living room.

Qi Feiyun sat on the sofa, with a serious and steady expression, without any hint of affection, just like a doctor's most common question to a patient.

Yan Shuang also looked ignorant and pure.

I don't think there is anyone in the whole apartment looking more serious than the two of them.

The four eyes were facing each other, the gray dot in Qi Feiyun's pupils was as clear as the light on the tip of a knife.

Was seen through.

Yan Shuang's round eyes slowly retracted, and warm liquid flowed from the corners of his eyes. He didn't know if it was the tears that were forced out by stimulation or the potion that Qi Feiyun had just dropped in.

Yan Shuang wiped the corners of his eyes casually with his index finger and smiled, "Mr. Qi, sometimes it's a virtue not to expose it."

Now that you see through it, there is no need to wear it again.

Continuing on is also an embarrassing joke.

Looking at Qi Feiyun doesn't look like a person with a sense of humor, it should be difficult to appreciate his poor performance.

If he doesn't eat this set, he still has 999 sets ready at any time.

There is always one that suits him.

Qi Feiyun's expression remained unchanged, and his eyes shrouded Yan Shuang.

That seemingly non-existent strangeness finally has an answer.

Pandora's Box is really tailored and prepared.

Enthusiastic, energetic, cheerful, innocent, ignorant, afraid of pain, and even a carefree orphan.

Everything is too coincidental.

As if knowing everything his heart desires most, he deliberately teases his nerves.

Like a perfectly camouflaged trap, it was specially designed to trap his prey.

"How do you know?" Qi Feiyun said lightly.

"what do you know?"

Qi Feiyun stared silently at Yan Shuang, who was smiling, his eyes were extremely oppressive, but Yan Shuang just smiled, as if he looked so funny at the moment.

"my hobby."

After saying the four words, Yan Shuang felt that Qi Feiyun's mood was getting worse bit by bit.

It is impossible for ordinary people to notice.

Qi Feiyun's packaging for himself is too good. He always looks so stable and self-contained, calm and gentle, and he seems to be able to pick up a scalpel at any time and come to the stage to treat and save people.

But Yanshuang guessed that when Qi Feiyun was holding the scalpel, he might have wanted to cut people's throats with a knife instead of saving people, and let the hot blood shoot up from the blood vessels, splashing all the way to his pale gray eyeballs!

Yan Shuang leaned back on the sofa in a relaxed manner, crossed his legs, and said lazily: "Teacher, isn't it hard to find out? To be honest, I can see you just from the photo on your website. Yes-" He paused and smiled deeply, "What kind of thing."

The last word "color", the teeth are lightly biting the tip of the tongue, the ending is elongated, frivolous and disdainful, the eyes are curved like a crescent moon, and the innocent face is completely different from the tone.

Qi Feiyun didn't say a word, was quiet and elegant, and the gray light in his dark eyes was looming, like smoke and fog.

He scrutinized Yan Shuang, from the hair to the skin, he did not miss a single ounce. He tried to see the prototype of the gift through the outer shell of the box, and figured out what the other party was called.

Yan Shuang let him look at it generously. If Qi Feiyun is good at disguising, then he is disguising himself.

When Qi Feiyun had seen enough and looked away, Yan Shuang stood up.

Qi Feiyun looked straight ahead and did not continue to follow him.

The next second, the soft body fell into his arms.

Yan Shuang sat face to face on Qi Feiyun's lap.

Qi Feiyun's folded hands hung down behind him.

There are many ways to get a man hooked.

He can tailor a dream lover that 100% meets expectations for this person.

It can also become the appearance that this person most desires and fears to touch.

Give him an angel he doesn't want.

Yan Shuang lowered his eyelashes, what about trying something else?

The two looked at each other again.

Qi Feiyun's eyes were still the same inorganic coldness and beauty, Yan Shuang hooked his neck, his lips pursed slightly, his face full of grievances, "Teacher, what should I do, I'm not the kind of good boy you like."

"The scar on my neck was bitten by a man."

"He's my ex-boyfriend."

"He has violent tendencies. When we first met, I bleed a lot..." Yan stared at those calm eyes, carefully capturing the jumping changes in emotions, "But... I not only It doesn't hurt." He turned his face away and licked Qi Feiyun's earlobe lightly, his voice soft and sweet, "I still find it very enjoyable."

Sharp teeth bit the man's white earlobe.

This is a man carved out of white jade.

The outer shell is flawless, all the bad is inside.

Yan Shuang is trying to draw out the evil spirit hidden in Mr. Perfect.

The wet and hot tip of the tongue licked the teeth marks he had just bitten on the earlobe, and gently licked along the auricle, his lips gently kissed on the side of Qi Feiyun's ear, a fierce and roundabout temptation and invitation.

Qi Feiyun was as motionless as a statue, and he neither refused nor responded to Yan Shuang's language and teasing.

If Yan Shuang hadn't seen out of the corner of his eye that his Adam's apple was rolling up and down, and the frequency was much higher than the normal range, he would have thought that Qi Feiyun had a cold personality.

The last kiss on the tip of the ear, the lips touched lightly, Yan Shuang separated from it, and he faced Qi Feiyun again.

The dignified and handsome face still didn't seem to fluctuate at all, but the eyelashes were drooping, and his eyes were watching Yan Shuang's plump lips.

"Mr. Qi..." Yan Shuang's fingers lightly grabbed the rolling Adam's apple, raised his eyelashes, and a little bit of light jumped out from the eyelashes, "Don't you think it's more interesting to train a bad student?"

In the cold and hard living room, there is an atmosphere that has never been there before.

Like the city of steel suddenly hit a tropical rainforest.

Hot and humid.

Colorful poisonous snakes revolve around the sturdy trunk, and the slender body wraps around the tree. To provoke something it simply can't afford to provoke.

Qi Feiyun finally moved.

He withdrew his hand, and the rubber glove lifted Yan Shuang's chin, and said lightly, "How bad is it?"

Yan Shuang tilted his head, flashed the finger, and smiled slyly, "Mr. Qi, won't you know if you try it?"

Two fingers went to pinch Yan Shuang's chin again, but Yan Shuang avoided it again. Yan Shuang hooked his neck and said displeasedly, "I don't like these gloves."

He can brush up on Qi Feiyun's plot points first, but extreme sports should be put on hold first.

This glove will easily remind people of scalpels, hospital beds, and anesthesia, which are dangerous goods.

"You can take it off."

Qi Feiyun's voice is really a top enjoyment for those who hear him.

He doesn't need to do much, just a few words can shake people's minds and leave their souls unstoppable.

Yan Shuang changed back to the obedient card as if he had been surrendered. He lowered his eyebrows and reached out to take off Qi Feiyun's gloves, but was avoided by Qi Feiyun.

Yan Shuang raised his head and met Qi Feiyun's eyes again.

Those eyes are really like the setting sun, the next second is always darker and more unpredictable than the last.

"Use your mouth."

A commanding tone that cannot be refused.

It was the king who gave orders to the slaves.

Yan Shuang froze for a while, then smiled sweetly, as if interested in this new game, and said softly, "Okay."

He lowered his head, clenched his teeth on the outer edge of the glove, his bright eyes were always looking at Qi Feiyun, and his eyes were shining with pure light. This might be his talent, Qi Feiyun thought to himself, he could pretend to be innocent all the time.

With a slight force between his teeth, the gelatinous gloves lingered in the palm of his hand. Yan Shuang was working hard, and his eyes became sharper. He pulled off the gloves and spat aside. Yan Shuang licked between his teeth. Qi Feiyun's fingers rubbed hard, raised his head, the tips of his teeth emerged from his lips, and said with a smile, "Mr. Qi, your fingers are so long."

With the palm of his hand covering Yan Shuang's neck, Qi Feiyun lowered his eyelashes, his eyes lingering on the cyan blood vessels on the slender neck.

"One more."

Yan Shuang smiled slightly and tilted his head, "Keep the other one, I'm afraid of getting Mr. Qi's hands dirty."

"Master Cui said that Teacher Qi's hand is a golden hand, and it is very expensive."

Yan Shuang put his arms around Qi Feiyun's neck again, he lowered his head, his lips were close to him, and he was about to kiss, but he was at a distance, biting in the air, and the upper and lower rows of teeth touched forcefully, he laughed savagely. And presumptuous, "I want to try, how good it is."

The black sofa is produced in Italy, and the leather is as soft as human skin. The biggest difference between it and the skin is the color.

Pure and intense black.

Messy and dirty white.

The contrast strongly strikes the eye.

The white body is full of evidence.

Yan Shuang exposed without shame, and used his fingers to hook Qi Feiyun's ears, "Mr. Qi, I'm not afraid of pain at all, so you can use more force..."

The best thing a surgeon's hand can do is hold a scalpel.

Qi Feiyun is accustomed to holding the knife in the piano style, relying on the wrist and fingers to control the scalpel.

He knew he was indeed ill.

He has always restrained himself, hiding his invisible things tightly.

He wants to live in a cage all his life.

But now someone... has opened that door.

The things inside were locked for too long, and even he himself didn't know what it had grown into.

"Mr. Qi..." There was pain in the call.

Qi Feiyun knelt on one knee on the sofa, similar to the posture when he was giving medicine to Yan Shuang.

He just wanted to heal him, and now... he wants to break him.

His white arms twisted like vines on the sofa behind him. He seemed to be growing on this black sofa. Under the control of the surgeon, his soft abdominal cavity was cut open, revealing the **** organs inside.

The body is completely under control.

All the blood rushed to that hand.

Yan Shuang called out to Qi Feiyun. He called him by his name, and he also called him teacher, with a gentle and arrogant voice.

Qi Feiyun looked on coldly, looking at the innocent face with an expression of pain and fascination.

He ignited him, and in turn infected him with that pent-up pain like a virus.

Gloves apply to skin.

Cool to the touch, moist and sticky.

Under the thin skin, the flow of blood exudes youthful, healthy youthfulness.

Qi Feiyun was unconsciously fascinated, his fingers were like paintbrushes, tracing the clear and beautiful bones of this body with the liquid on the gloves.

"Mr. Qi..." Yan Shuang slowed down, Qi Feiyun's fingers made him ticklish, he smiled madly, stood up, knelt on the sofa with his soft body, put his arms on Qi Feiyun's shoulders, smiled Yi Yingying said, "Can I help you too?"

Qi Feiyun lowered his eyes, he was noncommittal, until Yan Shuang stretched out his hand, he said.

"Use your mouth."

Yan Shuang paused, raised his head and smiled again, "I can't, Teacher Qi can teach me, okay?"

Qi Feiyun stared at him, as if to discern whether it was another lie.

After a while, he said, "I believe you will learn quickly."

His palm pinched his cheek, but Yan Shuang avoided him again. He sat on his knees, hugging Qi Feiyun's waist, with a bright and innocent smile on his face, "I want Teacher Qi to kiss me first."

He asked for a kiss, but his attitude was so casual.

Qi Feiyun lowered his face along the vine-like white arm.

He is thirty-one years old.

Kissing someone for the first time.

is a boy.

The kissing skills are mellow, brutal and passionate, as if to eat him.

The red Yanyan lips were slightly thick, plump and full of water, and he said, "Mr. Qi, you are sweet."

Then he lowered his head, stared for a moment, raised his face and smiled again, showing sharp teeth like a small beast, "Let me taste if other places are just as sweet."