I Can’t Be This Protagonist

Qi Feiyun came from a family full of Christians.

Three generations are in the same family, and every family member has the same beliefs.

The purest, ascetic family raised a most stable and excellent child, who grew up little by little, from a young child to a teenager, a youth, and then into a mature age.

There is no desire in his life.

The more forbidden, the more delusional.

The long and dense eyelashes fluttered slightly, the light in his eyes was still so clean, and he looked up at him, as if he didn't know what he had done out of the ordinary.

Everything seemed too natural to him.

Yan Shuang leaned back, and the tip of his tongue came out vaguely from his lips. He didn't think there was anything wrong with giving up halfway, and reached out to grab Qi Feiyun's waist.

Qi Feiyun is narrow, thin and strong, with well-proportioned and undulating muscles, like some kind of vigorous feline, without any excess burden or waste, Yan smiled at him, "Mr. Qi, I'm tired, let's do it another way, okay? "

He hinted to him that the corners of his eyes had been quietly wrapped around.

Qi Feiyun still looked down at him condescendingly, raised his hand to take off his gloves, and pressed his fingers over Yan Shuang's lips, "No."

The cold refusal seemed to sound less cruel in a slightly hoarse voice that seemed more charming.

Qi Feiyun looked at that beautiful face with a fierce and unhappy expression, like a child who couldn't get candy.

"Why?"

Yan Shuang didn't believe Qi Feiyun didn't want to.

All arrows are on the line, and what kind of innocence is still here.

Qi Feiyun gently stroked Yan Shuang's face, his eyes were cautious and high.

Yan Shuang was stunned, then smiled sweetly, "Mr. Qi," he said clearly, "Are you afraid of getting sick?"

Qi Feiyun just looked at him, with the eyes of a doctor looking at a patient.

Those dilapidated organs, riddled with holes, have a different kind of beauty that is close to death.

Yan Shuang lay down in frustration, put his hands behind his head, raised his toes, and said casually, "I'll give you three minutes to go downstairs to buy a condom." He tilted his head slightly, smiling brightly, "Or , you can ask the next door to borrow it."

Qi Feiyun knelt down beside him, motionless, grabbed Yan Shuang's knees with both hands, and dragged him to his side, "Mouth."

Yan Shuang shook his head and spit out a word, "No."

"Either sleep with me, or sleep with your left or right hand," Yan's eyes were cold, completely indifferent and disdainful from his body's reaction, "I don't want to pull you down."

This is indeed a bad boy.

Treat **** as casual as eating and drinking.

Whoever you fancy will do everything possible to get it.

Once you get what you want, maybe you'll be gone.

"Cut, the old man is trouble," Yan Shuang sat up, bent over to pick up the T-shirt that fell on the ground, "I won't let you wear a condom if you want, look at Mr. Qi, you look like a good and innocent man. I made an exception." He put on his T-shirt first, then put on his pants, and regardless of his high spirits, he casually put it on, still muttering, "I'm in my thirties, and I'm not a virgin. What does it mean to be poor?"

Every sentence seems to be unintentional, but in fact, he deliberately stabbed Qi Feiyun hard.

As expected, the waist was pulled over.

Yan Shuang was lying in Qi Feiyun's arms, smiling again, and stretched out his arms to wrap his arms around Qi Feiyun's neck, his voice was soft and soft, "Teacher Qi, don't worry, I'm very clean," he put his arms hard, He slowly raised his head again, pressed his lips to Qi Feiyun's dry lips, and licked it again and again, "Is it interesting to live so tired?"

"It's a big deal... I'll die with you..."

A nerve in my head was broken.

Yan Shuang was held on his shoulders and screamed, his tone was full of excitement and happiness, "Mr. Qi, the bone on your shoulder is touching my stomach, I'm going to vomit, please walk slowly..."

The layout of the bedroom is the same as that of Cui Zheng. The three colors of black, white and gray are bright and simple. The bedroom that should be well-lit seems inexplicably gloomy and cramped.

Yan Shuang was pushed to the bed.

The pillows are dark grey, soft and fluffy.

Yan Shuang's entire face was buried in it, and the palm holding his neck was like cast iron.

Almost out of breath.

The pain was blocked, and the feeling of suffocation was like being held in a crater. The flames ignited his head and face little by little, and hot sweat broke out in an instant.

When Yan Shuang was about to be unable to hold on, the short hair on the back of his head was pulled with force, Yan Shuang raised his face, breathed greedily with big mouthfuls, and his whole body was tense and contracted.

Holding a clump of short hair in his palm, it was soft and damp, and his fingertips touched the thin scalp.

The little bit of gray in Qi Feiyun's eyes was trembling and spreading frantically.

Can't stop.

He knew he would have such a day.

fall to destruction.

…

"Mr. Qi," Yan Shuang leaned lazily on the bed, half-covered by the thin blanket, "I guess you must have no smoke."

Qi Feiyun got out of bed without saying a word.

Yan Shuang admired his sturdy back and the smooth muscular lines of his back.

He is indeed the man with the longest plot line.

Live better than Qin Yubai!

So fierce.

They are all virgins, why is there such a big difference?

Looking forward to Xiao Ji more and more.

What if you can surprise him?

Qi Feiyun left with only his trousers on, and when he came back, he held a small dark brown gilded box in his hand.

"Cigar, is it okay?"

"Wow," Yan Shuang sat up, "Premium, I haven't smoked cigars before. Is it the same as cigarettes?"

"have no idea."

Qi Feiyun's voice was even more seductive than tobacco. He opened the box and there was a strong and charming aroma of tobacco inside.

Yan Shuang took a deep breath and said excitedly, "Come on, I want to try it."

He has just grown up, and he has infinite curiosity about everything.

At the very least, enthusiasm and energy are not fake.

Qi Feiyun was silent for a while, and said, "No fire."

In the kitchen, Yan Shuang was lying on Qi Feiyun's shoulders. He was wearing Qi Feiyun's wide gray T-shirt, like pajamas, which was loose and covered his hips.

Qi Feiyun was robbed of his shirt by him, and he didn't go looking for new clothes. He just went naked, and used the fire in the kitchen to light a cigar for his first-night partner.

The light blue flame is obviously too hot for a cigar. After a while, the aroma of tobacco savagely fills the space, and the smoke rises. Yan Shuang sniffs it lightly, "Let me taste it."

The slender fingers held the cigar and brought it to the rosy lips.

Yan Shuang took a breath and smiled, "It's so bitter."

Speaking of bitterness, he took another breath.

He was too young to even play bitterness.

His lips let out a little white smoke, Qi Feiyun's neck was hooked down, his red lips pressed close to his lips, and he passed the cigar in his mouth to him.

The mouth, which has never been invaded by tobacco, was soaked with a fresh spicy taste, and the tip of the tongue entangled his tongue teasingly, passing all the taste of the cigar to him, and finally he tasted a little sweet.

Putting his lips against his, he murmured, "Mr. Qi, this bite is sweet, like chocolate."

The two finished smoking half a cigar together, each sip was a different flavor, and each sip had the other's flavor.

The saliva stirred the mist, and Yan Shuang jumped into Qi Feiyun's arms again. He tugged at Qi Feiyun's short hair, and pulled it to the side as if in revenge, staring at Qi Feiyun's handsome and upright face, with a sweet smile and a cold tone. "Mr. Qi, are you still afraid of getting sick?"

Qi Feiyun stared at him, the emotions in his eyes were inexplicable, only Qingyu was bright and dazzling.

Yan Shuang smiled and said, "Actually, I'm really sick, you're finished."

His cheek was pinched by the palm of his hand, Qi Feiyun lowered his head, he took the initiative to kiss the two red lips, his teeth clenched slightly, biting through and sucking a bit of the other party's blood from the wound.

He didn't fight Yan Shuangs verbally, but simply responded in his own way.

Yan Shuang kissed him back softly, whispering softly between the kisses.

"Mr. Qi, you are so kind, I like you very much."

After waiting at home for a long time, Cui Zheng suddenly realized that Little Green Tea went to hang a man, why did he wait at home so obediently?

He can also go out and find his own fun.

The fluorescent sports car flew out of the underground garage, and Cui Zheng excitedly called Xiao Qingyang in the car, "eldest nephew, where is Ji Yao?"

Xiao Qingyang scolded first and said, "He was taken back by my uncle, and he was on TV today, a local news station."

"I saw it, I and..." Cui Zheng paused for a moment, "I watched it with my friends, I want to go to Ji's house to see Ji Yao, and by the way, I can ask if the bronze ware donated to the museum can be seen privately. are you going?"

"Then don't think about it. Don't you know my uncle's temper? Everything is donated. He can't give you any privileges in private."

"It's not important," Cui Zheng's mouth turned up, "I mainly care about Ji Yao, you can say whether you go or not."

"I can't go," Xiao Qingyang smiled bitterly, "I have something to do at home."

Cui Zheng knew that he was nothing more than a quarrel between his parents and a blind date and marriage. Sometimes Cui Zheng was also very glad that he lost the inheritance rights of the Cui family since he was born, and there was no need to pay attention to those troubles.

Which is like Xiao Qingyang, the only heir of this generation of the Xiao family, with countless responsibilities. ?

"Whatever you want, I'll go."

Cui Zheng hung up the phone, and Xiao Qingyang still felt strange.

The relationship between Cui Zheng and Ji Yao is separated by a layer.

His father Cui Huan, that is, Cui Zheng's eldest brother, and Ji Wensong are brothers-in-law, and they have a little relationship with the Cui family and the Ji family, and the three of them are similar in age, so they form a small circle.

However, Cui Zheng has always disliked Ji Yao for being too boring and not fun, and has little personal contact with Ji Yao in private. Why has he been so interested in Ji Yao recently?

When Cui Zheng drove to Ji's house, Yan Shuangzheng and Qi Feiyun threw themselves in bed.

Virgin men open meat.

The old house is on fire.

The two situations are combined into one, and it is conceivable how fierce the battle is.

Yan Shuang can only be thankful that he blocked the pain, or else his waist would be sore to death now.

He was lying on Qi Feiyun's shoulder, his eyes were slack, and the whole person exuded a lazy and leisurely taste, and he traced Qi Feiyun's handsome face with his fingertips.

"Mr. Qi, you have become better-looking."

The tone is hazy and soft.

Qi Feiyun's eyes swept over lightly, Yan Shuang leaned in and kissed him again, "You're so handsome, I really love you to death."

The sweet words of the little boy on the bed came out like no money, and there were many kinds of trucks, all of which were all the enthusiasm of the moment and the excitement of getting fresh toys.

"Yes?"

Qi Feiyun actually answered.

The man who was stingy with his voice on the bed responded to this casual love language.

Yan Shuang smiled, his eyes glowing, "Mr. Qi, you can be my boyfriend."

"no."

The expected answer.

Yan Shuang looked puzzled, "Why?"

"There's no reason," Qi Feiyun turned his face away, the sun was sinking outside, and it was almost dark, "Let's go."

Yan Shuang thought in his heart that Qi Feiyun was quite a gentleman, and he was so eager to jump into his fire pit, he still wanted to let him go.

The plot of the original book is too sloppy, and the characters are mostly flat and single.

Now it seems that Qi Feiyun may not be a pure-blooded pervert.

Maybe he still needs to develop slowly and release the beast in him little by little.

"Okay, let's pretend... nothing happened today."

His tone was crisp and unrepentant.

After going to the bathroom for a brief rinse, Yan Shuang came out and saw that Qi Feiyun was still sitting on the bed in the same position he had before entering the bathroom.

He went over and bent down, leaned over and kissed Qi Feiyun's cheek lightly, "Today is very pleasant."

The young man got what he wanted, and left with his little tail smug.

Qi Feiyun stared at the direction he left, his eyes fixed for a long time, and gradually fell into the night with the setting sun.

Yan Shuang happily returned upstairs with the newly acquired plot points and emotional lines, changed back to the lazy salted fish again, knocked on the door and no one answered, and directly dialed Cui Zheng.

"you are not at home?"

"Grass-"

Cui Zheng cursed at the other end.

Yan Shuang said inexplicably: "Why?"

"Your voice..." Cui Zheng paused, "It's like he was just given a turn by a few men."

The teacup was gently put down, and two similar faces swept towards Cui Zheng, one gentle and one cold, both of which were generally unhappy.

Feeling the pressure, Cui Zheng raised his hand, got up and pressed the receiver, and said with a smile, "I'll go out to pick it up."

"Where am I now, I guess you can't guess."

Cui Zheng stood in the yard, Yu Guang looked back at the Ji family and his son, and snickered, "How is it, you got it?"

The other side Yan Shuang ignored his question, but said lazily, "You are at Ji's house."

Cui Zheng snorted again and said, "How do you know?"

Yan Shuang smiled.

The laughter scratched Cui Zheng's eardrums, he was about to say not to seduce him, but Yan Shuang continued to talk over there.

"You bring Ji Yao back."

"I'll show you a good show, okay?"