I Can’t Be This Protagonist

The vehicle slowly drove into the circular passage of the hotel.

Ji Yao turned to look at Yan Shuang who was leaning on his shoulder.

Yan Shuang hugged his arm in the car, talked to him excitedly at first, and fell asleep in the warm air of the air conditioner after a while.

He slept soundly, his cheeks were flushed, and his glasses were slightly raised on the bridge of his nose because of his sleeping position.

The vehicle quickly made its way to the top of the circular passage.

For almost a minute, Ji Yao kept looking at Yan Shuang who was sleeping, but he didn't find any second as a suitable time to wake Yan Shuang.

The waiter came up to open the door. Seeing that one of them was holding the other in a crooked shape, he was slightly stunned. When he didn't know whether to close the door or not, the boy who was being leaned on lowered his head and slightly opened his lips beside the sleeping boy's ear. She whispered softly, as if to wake the sleeping boy.

The waiter waited patiently, thinking that this boy from Asia is really gentle.

After a while, the sleeping boy woke up. He took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes. His hair was fluffy and his skin was fair.

"How is it?" Ji Yao followed and got out of the car, "Is it cold?"

Yan's chin and neck were all shrunk in the wool scarf, revealing only a pair of big eyes behind black-rimmed glasses, "Fortunately, it's not too cold."

There are not many people in the hotel lobby, which exudes a warm and fragrant smell. The hotel's check-in housekeeper has been waiting for two distinguished guests from China early.

"Mr. Ji, this way please."

Yan Shuang was led away by Ji Yao, he never said a word, silently following Ji Yao's side like Ji Yao's little tail.

Ji Yao is slowly getting used to the feeling of close skin contact with two hands holding each other.

He held Yan Shuang, Yan Shuang felt at ease, and he felt at ease, so there was nothing wrong.

Ji Yao booked a suite with only two rooms on the first floor.

The housekeeper wanted to introduce them to a room, but Ji Yao refused.

"Okay, Mr. Ji, you are welcome to stay in this hotel. If you need anything, you can call the service number. I will be waiting online to serve you at any time."

The housekeeper bowed, backed out, and gently closed the door for the two of them.

The room was very warm, and after Yan Shuang came in for a while, he felt so hot that he was about to sweat.

The suite was too big to see, Yan Shuang stood at the door, his chin buried in the scarf, his head bowed, neither moving nor speaking.

The palms of the clasped hands were slightly sweaty.

Ji Yao let go.

Yan Shuang's hands drooped down as if they had lost their clinging branches.

"Here..." Yan Shuang's voice was very soft, as if he mustered up his courage, "It's expensive..."

Ji Yao didn't say a word, first reached out to help Yan Shuang take off the scarf, and took off the scarf in circles, revealing a pointed chin and a slender neck.

"Take off your clothes," Ji Yao glanced at the sweat on Yanshuang's neck, "Be careful of catching a cold."

Yan Shuang silently took off his windbreaker.

He has a first-class windbreaker with fabrics and tailoring hanging from his elbows, and his whole body exudes a sense of unease. It seems that he only now remembers that private jets, luxury cars, and luxury hotels are not what he saved from living expenses. Affordable for that amount of money.

Ji Yao also took off the scarf and held Yan Shuang's hand again.

"I'm here alone, and I live in one room, don't think about it."

Ji Yao pulled Yan Shuang into a room.

The room is naturally large and luxurious. There is a glass door on the side, and a large terrace extends out of the glass door. The terrace is hollowed out to make an open-air swimming pool. With the general luster, waves of heat floated up, and it looked like a fairyland inside.

Yan Shuang let out a soft "wow".

Ji Yao knew that he should like it, and said, "Go out and see?"

Yan Shuang nodded lightly.

As soon as the glass door opened, the cold air from the outside rushed towards him, inhaling into his lungs, clean and refreshing, Yan Shuang shrank, and was immediately healed by the heat from the pool, stretched his shoulders and took a deep breath, "It's so comfortable. ."

There is also a swing set on the side of the terrace. When it is in the room, it is not conspicuous. As soon as people come out, they immediately attract people's attention. Go and sit."

Yan Shuang took his hand, "Sit together?"

"I don't sit."

"Then..." Yan Shuang reluctantly glanced at the swing, and finally looked up at Ji Yao, "I won't sit anymore."

He was being relied upon with all his heart and soul.

Without him, he would not be able to move an inch.

Ji Yao held Yan Shuang and walked silently across the edge of the pool, white mist rising between them.

Yan Shuang sat down on the swing, Ji Yao stood in front of him, he held his left hand, and after a while, Yan Shuang stretched out his right hand again.

Ji Yao also gave him his right hand.

Yan Shuang held both of his hands, and a reassuring smile appeared on his face.

"Are we going to see the snow tomorrow?"

"Well, I've made arrangements."

The parenting style of everyone.

Why do people always become the kind of person they hate the most?

Yan Shuang shook Ji Yao's hand and smiled softly, "Ji Yao, can you sit together too? I'm sitting alone, it's a little cold."

Vines and trees.

Some people may think that vines are attached to towering trees to obtain nutrients for survival, but sometimes, the trees are inseparable from the decoration of weak vines.

So they can show off their power and satisfy their desire for control.

Yan Shuang shrank in Ji Yao's arms, swinging gently on the swing, and after a while, he pulled Ji Yao's arm inch by inch and made him wrap his waist.

Ji Yao did not refuse, and naturally hugged Yan Shuang a little tighter, using his back to shield Yan Shuang from the wind.

If someone saw two people sitting on the swing from behind, they would definitely think they were a close couple.

In such a protective posture, the head and neck are so close together.

The two of them swayed quietly on the swing for a while, and Yan Shuang's face leaning on Ji Yao's shoulder suddenly turned up.

Ji Yao originally stared blankly at the sparkling water, but when he noticed Yan Shuang's gaze, he turned his face slightly.

Most of Yan Shuang was curled up in his arms, the two faces were very close together, only a little bit staggered up and down, Ji Yao's face had his shadow, and his face also had Ji Yao's shadow.

The figures of the two were reflected on the ground into the pool of shimmering light.

The setting sun gave their shadows a vague kiss in the water first.

Yan's double eyelashes trembled slightly, he suddenly approached, and lightly touched Ji Yao's lips.

He was like an alert little animal, only sticking out one head from the forest, then immediately retracted, looking at Ji Yao tentatively with dazzling eyes.

Ji Yao was as motionless as a handsome statue, but his arms around Yan's waist tightened slightly.

Suddenly there was another shallow kiss.

Still a simple lip contact.

It's just that this time is a little longer than the first time, and the touch of the soft pressing of the lips is more vivid.

Ji Yao still didn't move, he didn't speak, and looked at Yan Shuang with a slightly deep gaze, unable to tell whether he was rejecting or accepting.

The gray clouds rolled in the sky, bringing a breeze, and the white mist was also blown up, flying towards the swing frame.

Yan Shuang lightly licked Ji Yao's lips.

The noble man's body was so clean that there was no extraneous odor, only the expensive aroma in the window that was unique to him.

He is aloof and valuable, stingy to respond, as indifferent as a pet owner.

Ji Yao lowered his eyes, looking at the glasses behind his eyes, his eyes slowly turned red.

The arms around his waist tightened slightly.

This time it was a real kiss.

Lips open, tongue entwined, saliva swallowed.

Yan Shuang and half were lying on Ji Yao's body, palms clinging to Ji Yao's shoulders, looking up to meet Ji Yao's lips with difficulty.

The cold wind blew away the scorching breath, drifting on the tip of the nose of the two of them.

Yan Shuang took the initiative to start, and Yan Shuang took the initiative to push Ji Yao away, turned his head away from Ji Yao's lips, and ended this sudden kiss with a good atmosphere.

"Sorry…"

Yan Shuang jumped off the swing in a panic, and quickly left the terrace. He pushed open the glass door, and the curtain inside was blown by the wind from the terrace. sight.

Wet lips.

The tip of the tongue licked the palate lightly.

As if the heat and taste of the other person still remained.

One of his arms was still on the swing, as if the person in his arms had not left.

It's a kiss too.

Needless to say.

Ji Yao thought to himself that this was the first time he had kissed someone.

That person turned out to be Yan Shuang.

This realization flashed in his mind, and Ji Yao quickly and calmly accepted this reality.

The glass door is not closed, and the cold wind has been blowing in, and the temperature inside will soon drop.

Ji Yao stood up, the swing swayed and squeaked behind him, he walked into the door, locked the glass door, turned around and swept around, but did not see Yan and the pair, and went out of the room to look for someone in the suite.

The suite was too big, Ji Yao went around several rooms, and when he pushed open the door of the next room, the strength in his hand became very heavy.

The door knocked on the wall with a "bang", and Yan Shuang, who was huddled on the sofa, shook, raised his face with a frightened look, and immediately blushed and lowered his head.

Ji Yao was relieved that the people were still there.

He stood at the door, silent for a while, and said, "Are you hungry?"

Yan Shuang huddled into a ball, pretending to be an ostrich with a face ashamed to see him.

Ji Yao waited for a while, but before he could respond, he put down the door handle and stepped forward, walked in front of Yan Shuang, reached out and rubbed the top of Yan Shuang's head, "Eat something to sleep, I'll take you to ski tomorrow."

Yan Shuang remained silent.

The palm above his head moved away.

After a while, I felt warm breath in my ears.

"I didn't mind it."

The cold voice came clearly.

Yan Shuang exposed an eye from the arm he was holding.

Ji Yao is staring at him half-squatting, his eyes are cold, the kiss that happened just now seems to have no effect on him.

Yan's eyes were slightly red, and he buried himself in his arms and said in a loud voice, "I don't know what happened to me just now..."

Ji Yao reached out and rubbed the top of his head lightly.

"I clearly...don't like you..."

His eyes flickered slightly, and the hand rubbing his hair stopped.

"I'm going too far to treat my friends like this..."

As Yan Shuang spoke, he wanted to bury his head again.

Ji Yao didn't give him a chance, he broke his arms together, took his hand, and said lightly, "It's okay."

He just hasn't completely come out of the state of liking someone.

That's just... an empathy.

He knows it best, doesn't he?

"What to eat?"

Yan Shuang got off the sofa and said softly, "You decide."

They walked out of the suite and didn't take two steps. Yan Shuang began to apologize again. He frowned, his face full of guilt, "I'm sorry Ji Yao, I must have been fascinated by a ghost just now. You are so kind to me, and I'm still like this..."

Ji Yao stopped and shot down coldly.

Yan Shuang also stopped, he bit his lip quietly, looking annoyed and aggrieved.

When he lowered his head, his chin was lightly lifted by two fingers, and he raised his head along the inertia, wrapping an arm around his waist.

They... kiss again.

There was no resistance to each other.

The tip of the tongue sticks sweetly and tightly.

When they parted, the lips of the two added a touch of color.

Yan Shuang looked at Ji Yao timidly, his eyes shocked and hesitant.

"It's evened out now," Ji Yao let go of his arm, took Yanshuang's hand again, and looked forward, "Don't say sorry."

Yan Shuang really didn't speak anymore. He took Ji Yao's hand back with his fingers, quietly inserted into Ji Yao's fingers, and intertwined his fingers.

"Ding-"

The elevator door opens.

A half-blooded handsome face appeared in front of Yan Shuang without warning.

Qin Yubai - Qin Yubai alone.

Yan Shuang was holding Ji Yao's hand, and the moment he saw Qin Yubai, his hand loosened slightly, and when Ji Yao noticed it, he immediately tightened his grip.

Qin Yubai in the elevator lowered his gaze, slid coldly from the hands of the two of them, and walked out of the elevator with a blank face.

"Let's go."

Ji Yao pulled Yan Shuang closer to his side.

Yan Shuang followed Ji Yao into the elevator.

From the beginning to the end, Qin Yubai didn't look at Yan Shuang.