I Can’t Be This Protagonist

The eyes were facing each other, the light and shadow cast a veil on the faces of the two, and the atmosphere was familiar and just right, just as the sunset broke through the dark clouds that day, and it was their first kiss.

Ji Yao stared at those frightened eyes and leaned over without hesitation.

The moment their lips touched, their eyes closed in unison.

A refreshing breath filled his mouth.

Before she knew it, Ji Yao's tightly bound arm had gradually loosened, but it was only gently pressing against Yan Shuang's waist.

The gentle kiss was too deceptive, and when the tip of the tongue was entangled, Yan Shuang struggled to push Ji Yao's chest as if he had just woken up from a dream.

As soon as he bent his elbow, the arm that had been loosened around his waist regained strength.

With the tip of his nose pressing, Yan Shuang felt absolute power from Ji Yao for the first time.

He did not allow him to escape.

The saliva was forced to exchange and swallow, and it was too intimate to blush.

His breathing gradually became sluggish, Yan Shuang made an uncomfortable nasal sound, Ji Yao hesitated, but let him go.

Yan Shuang was wearing glasses, and when Ji Yao kissed her, her glasses were crooked, her lips were slightly swollen, and she looked at Ji Yao in a trance, "Why..."

He didn't go on.

Why kiss him?

Or why did he kiss back?

Or why did he find the kiss so familiar?

All the questions were written on his confused face.

So it looks even more pathetic.

"As I said, we are friends."

Yan Shuang: Although it was Xiao Ji who was fooling him, he almost laughed out loud.

"Why... I don't remember at all?"

Yan Shuang's expression became even more confused, his brows were slightly frowned, his hands were lightly grasping Ji Yao's shirt, and there was still water light on his lips. Such a weak mood finally made Ji Yao feel a little bit like before.

Ji Yao pondered, afraid of irritating Yan Shuang, so he said vaguely, "Someone wants you to forget."

"Who?"

Yan Shuang blurted out, and immediately alerted: "You mean my big brother?!"

His face changed immediately, as if he suddenly grabbed a clear anchor from his confused thoughts, "You want to provoke my relationship with my eldest brother again!"

People who were originally obedient suddenly became arrogant, and they wanted to protect their "big brother" as if they were blown up.

Ji Yao looked at him coldly.

"The shirt is mine."

"The seat is mine."

"It's also me who promised to watch the snow with you."

The tone of a sentence is more compelling than a sentence.

"it's all me."

The closer you get, the more intense the fire in your heart becomes.

Lips pressed together, as if natural, and kissed again.

One after another light tasting, a brief exchange of breath, and another sudden deep kiss, the kiss was almost breathless.

The deserted paths are overgrown with weeds, the trees are rarely cared for, and the branches grow haphazardly, intertwined into cages.

With his back against the slanted tree trunk, the rough bark rubbed against the skin through the thin clothes, causing a slight tingling sensation. Yan Shuang grasped Ji Yao's shirt tightly and raised his head to meet Ji Yao's kiss.

Kissing is so noisy.

Nose, lips, throat are making sounds.

Hold too tight.

The sense of oppression is like a shadow.

Like weeds blown by the wind, tangled from beginning to end, sharing the same frequency.

The long legs squeezed into the knees forcefully, and the strength of the confrontation made the rambunctious kiss even more dangerous.

Yan Shuang turned his face away sharply to avoid Ji Yao's lips, blushing, "Enough, enough..."

Ji Yao's mind responded almost subconsciously - not enough.

Kissing is simply not enough to leave any mark.

Or easily erased and forgotten.

"Do you remember anything?" Ji Yao didn't let him go, but asked in a low voice.

"No... um..."

wrong answer.

A stronger kiss came at him.

Also louder than before.

A heartbeat that cannot be ignored.

Yan Shuang responded intermittently between being kissed, "I think, remember... now..."

"Remember what?"

The thin lips were still on his lips, and every slight tremor was transmitted to his lips.

"The shirt is yours..."

"The seat is yours..."

"It's also you who accompany me to watch the snow..."

The voice got lower and lower, and the eyelashes fluttered behind the lenses.

"……We are friends……"

Finally heard a satisfactory answer.

But the fire in his heart did not go out.

"lie."

In a cold tone like a judgment, he was sentenced in the most intimate way against his lips.

Punishment will follow.

He wrapped tightly around Yan Shuang's waist with one hand and held Yan Shuang's neck with the other, completely controlling the person in his arms and kissing him wantonly.

"pain……"

A low sobbing sound interrupted Ji Yao's irritable thoughts of running wild, and immediately pulled him back from the state where he was about to lose control.

Yan Shuang cried.

The eyes behind the glasses were all red, two tears fell, the lips were red and swollen, and the bright and dripping color seemed to be about to burst.

Yan Shuang pushed Ji Yao with one hand and wiped the corner of his eyes with the back of the other hand, "You hurt me."

"where?"

Yan Shuang raised his eyes and glanced at him lightly. There was not much resentment in his eyes, but there was infinite grievance. He lightly lifted his T-shirt, and Ji Yao found a dark red handprint on his waist.

It's that he's working too hard.

But at least... left a mark.

Satisfied thoughts flashed through my mind.

Ji Yao's eyelids twitched slightly, he took Yanshuang's hand, "Go back to the dormitory first."

This time, Yan Shuang had no objection, so he obediently asked him to hold hands, just holding the bag in front of him, wishing to bury half of his face in it.

"Give me."

Ji Yao reached out to take the bag for him, but Yan Shuang shook his head to avoid it.

"...It's too obvious, they'll be thinking about it..."

Yan Shuang blushed.

Ji Yao's thin lips were also bright red. He was born to look cold, like an ice sculpture, and his bright red was even more eye-catching.

Ji Yao wanted to say that it didn't matter, but seeing Yan Shuang's panicked appearance, he still didn't say anything.

He tried to think from Yan Shuang's point of view.

Not everyone is like him, he should understand him.

Ji Yao silently accelerated his pace.

Unsurprisingly, there was no one in the dorm.

When the door was closed, Ji Yao still didn't let go of Yanshuang's hand, but just pushed the suitcase at the door.

Yan Shuang glanced at the suitcase and looked depressed, "I can't go back now."

Ji Yao didn't speak, and kept holding the person to sit down.

He let Yan Shuang sit on his bed, he stood in front of the bed, the shadow of the whole person shrouded Yan Shuang.

"You don't remember all of it, do you?"

Yanshuang grabbed the bed under him with both hands, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Yes."

He still couldn't hold back and said, "I'm talking to my elder brother about the things you said..."

The cold light swept over, and Yan Shuang slowly closed his mouth.

"So," Ji Yao's tone was flat, but his body exuded low air pressure, "Your memory is all messed up."

Yan Shuang's face was hesitant to speak, but under Ji Yao's gaze, there was still no sound. He lowered his head and was silent for a while, he suddenly thought of something, raised his head and said, "Even if we are friends, then you, you..."

Under Ji Yao's gaze, he turned his face unnaturally, "...you can't hold my hand..."

"At least you shouldn't kiss me..."

Ji Yao grabbed the iron railing of the upper bunk with both hands, leaned over slightly, and when he approached, Yan Shuang also shrank back.

Ji Yao looked at him directly and said, "If you don't kiss you, you will cry."

Yan Shuang's face that had finally calmed down turned red little by little.

The single bed was originally a small space, and Ji Yao stood in front of him like a solid wall. He sat on Ji Yao's bed, surrounded by the unique smell of Ji Yao, and he shrank back again, "... ...we can't do this..."

"Why?"

Ji Yao said clearly.

He asked confidently, as if he really didn't think that the two of them just kissed in the deserted woods was something they couldn't do.

Yan Shuang said: "We are friends."

"So," Ji Yao continued indifferently, "Why not friends?"

Yan Shuang: Xiaoji is really a stubborn one. Such a person believes that it is difficult to change one thing. Even if that thing is different from the worldly definition, he will firmly go in that direction.

Such people are not so much a liar, but rather paranoid.

Yan Shuang pretended to be speechless and murmured, "Brother will be angry when he knows..."

Ji Yao said with a cold face: "If you're so angry, you will kill the people for the people."

Yan Shuang: "..." Hold back, can't laugh.

Seeing Yan Shuang staring hard at him, daring to be angry but not afraid to speak, Ji Yao stared for a while, then stretched out his fingers and poked Yan Shuang's cheek lightly, Yan Shuang turned his head to avoid, and said, "Don't do anything. Yes." The man was "unsteady" and fell on Ji Yao's bed, and at the same time his right foot "unintentionally" hooked, and he fell down with Ji Yao.

In fact, his feet only used a little bit of strength, he just provided an introduction.

It's like he just provided a setting - "friends can also kiss", Ji Yao just accepted it.

A soft bed is a more dangerous place than the uninhabited shade of a campus.

Yan Shuang's face was blushing, his eyes stared straight at Ji Yao, his lips were slightly open, as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't say it at all.

His eyes were completely occupied by Ji Yao.

His handsome face, the top button of his shirt, his thin bright red lips, and the lingering coldness on his body.

Ji Yao's arms rested on his sides, leaning slightly under Yan Shuang's eyes, Yan Shuang closed his eyes in confusion as Ji Yao gradually approached.

The breath belonging to the other person stopped at the tip of the nose.

The imaginary kiss did not fall, and Yan Shuang opened his eyes suddenly.

Ji Yao was looking at him, and at a distance of one centimeter from his lips, he fixedly looked at him, as if giving Yan Shuang time to refuse.

Yan Shuang's expression began to struggle.

He just said that it was wrong to do so, his "big brother" would be angry, and Ji Yao was clearly "seducing" him...

Yan Shuang finally stretched out his hand and pushed his palm on Ji Yao's shoulder. When Ji Yao's face changed slightly, those hands hooked around his neck, Yan Shuang closed his eyes, raised his head and kissed it——

Maybe this is indeed wrong.

But they can't control themselves.

A more intense kiss than before.

Lips and teeth are fighting eagerly.

The single bed was too small, each other seemed to be everywhere, and they had no choice but to hug tightly.

The heat continues to rise.

"Ji Yao..."

Yan Shuang called his name with a thin hook in his throat.

The red mark on his waist flashed across Ji Yao's mind, and his hands were already touching the clothes that were attached to each other.

Yan Shuang snorted and didn't stop it, but the hand around his neck tightened, and he trembled all over. He didn't know if it was because he was afraid of the mistake he was about to make, or if he was excited.

At this time, reason is the most useless link in emotion.

Ji Yao's mind was full of terrifying and unknown images of cliffs, abyss, and the bottom of the sea. The adrenaline was soaring, driving him to do crazy things.

Leave a mark on this person that belongs to him, so that he will never forget him again.

The palm of his hand directly pulled Yan Shuang's clothes to his shoulders, Yan Shuang's arms were trapped in the clothes, and he was embarrassed and messy to cooperate to find a way out for the sleeves, while Ji Yao was half-kneeling on the bed and kissing his neck.

It was at that moment that the door was pushed open.

The sound of pushing the door was very soft, and it was the door slamming against the wall that woke them up as if from a dream.

Yan Shuang was "terrified," he was stiff and motionless, his face pale.

On the other hand, Ji Yao was still calm, blocked Yan Shuang with his broad shoulders, and looked back calmly. When he saw the person coming, his pupils shrank slightly and he squinted lightly.

"Looks like I'm here at the wrong time," Ji Wensong said with a half-smile, "I'm disturbing your children to play games."