I Can't Be This Protagonist

"Feel sorry."

The neighbor apologized, with a flat expression on his face, neither apologetic nor mocking, just very ordinary, with a look of no surprise, and calmly turned around with his arms around the boy's waist.

"What's in your hand?"

"The cake given by Mr. Sheng."

The two chatted naturally, as if no one was there.

The water in the hair fell drop by drop, and slid down the curved spine. The cold touch made Sheng Guangming shiver uncontrollably.

what happened?

Is he dreaming?

The person in the man's arms turned away.

A clean face smiled at him, "Thank you Mr. Sheng for the cake, I will eat it well."

The cake... oh, and he cut him half a cake he'd scoured all over town to buy.

Because he said today was his birthday, he looked so pitiful, so he couldn't help but give half of it to him.

The two entered the room hugging each other.

The door shut with a bang.

Sheng Guangming finally regained his senses.

"I was cheated" four words flashed in my mind belatedly.

No, I was lied to again.

When they met for the first time, they were deceived by the other party and mistook him for a deaf-mute.

After finding out that he was cheated, he was glad that he was only cheated, it was great that the other party was a healthy person.

What now?

Are you lucky?

It stands to reason that he should be thankful that such an excellent college student as the other party has not gone astray, and his relationship with Mr. Qi is just an ordinary love relationship.

That's the way it is, no wonder the two of them quarreled.

My mind was in a mess, with irrelevant thoughts popping up one after another without any logic at all.

Sheng Guangming stood at the door for a long time, trying to restrain the... anger rising in his chest.

When he first entered the boxing ring, his coach once criticized him for being too meek and lacking in aggressiveness.

"Sheng Guangming, won't you be angry? Ah? Others beat you in the face, won't you be angry?!"

The clenched fists slowly relaxed.

It's not that he won't be angry, but he feels... It's not worth it.

The two people who entered the room hugging each other intimately separated immediately the moment the door was closed.

"Are you sick?" Yan Shuang scolded directly, "Why did you delete the fingerprints?"

Qi Feiyun took off his windbreaker jacket, and said calmly: "The password lock is broken in the morning, and the fingerprints have been reset."

"Do you think I'll believe it?"

"Do you think I did it on purpose?"

The briefcase was placed on the cabinet in the entrance hall, Qi Feiyun walked into the room, followed by Yan Shuang.

"You don't seem to understand that just because you were entrusted by Qin Yubai to take care of me, doesn't mean you can control me, just because I'm spending the night with someone else, isn't your behavior too childish?"

The voice echoed in the huge living room, aggressive.

Qi Feiyun's footsteps stopped, he turned his face, the dark suit he was wearing during the day was still meticulous, just like the expression on his face.

"You think too much."

"I don't care who you spend the night with."

His demeanor is mild and nonchalant, which is exactly what he does for a buddy with benefits.

"is it?"

Yan Shuang glanced at the clock on the wall.

"It takes about 10 to [-] minutes to drive from the hospital to here."

"Now this point is the time for traffic jams."

"No matter how good the driving skills are, it will take more than half an hour to come back."

"It's been a while since I texted you..."

Yan Shuang turned on the phone in front of Qi Feiyun.

After the phone screen turned on, he immediately smiled, with a mocking arc on his mouth, and turned the phone screen over, and there was a missed call on it.

Just the next minute after he sent the message.

"Miss Qi, are you in a hurry?"

Yan Shuang smiled and shook the phone in his palm.

The expression on Qi Feiyun's face remained unchanged.

"The neighbor next door is a boxer who just retired," he said lightly, "I'm afraid you don't know how to measure it. I can't explain to Mr. Qin what happened."

The smug smile on his face slowly faded from his unwavering expression.

Qi Feiyun never felt the joy of victory.

He is well aware that he is being emotionally kidnapped right now.

The lock was indeed broken.

But when resetting, the option of "whether to keep the original fingerprint" clearly appeared, and he chose "no" with little hesitation.

Starting in the morning, the frequency of paying attention to the mobile phone is much higher than usual.

After the body is connected, it will indeed affect a person's psychology.

Looking at each other, there was a frank and offended anger in those eyes, which contrasted with his pretentious appearance at this time. Qi Feiyun knew that his posture was not good. He pressed the sofa beside him and said lightly: " It's late, go to bed."

He turned and left, and when his back was turned to Yan Shuang, his face finally sank.

Yan Shuang gave a "cut" sound behind him, and said in disbelief: "What about the boxer, he has big breasts and no brains, if you hadn't come back, maybe the two of us would have been fucked by now."

He was answered by the sound of the bathroom door closing.

He also said he didn't care.

Yan Shuang leaned on the sofa and smiled.

Even the bathroom was wrong.

Although the relationship between the two is almost all based on indescribable plots, there is no real emotional scene at all.

But even if the doctor puts in a little bit of emotion like this, the progress bar of the emotional line immediately increases a lot.

What an enticing reward.

After Qi Feiyun entered the bathroom, he realized that he had made a mistake.

He went into the guest bathroom, which he didn't use at all, instead of the bathroom in his master bedroom.

He made a mistake.

It is too late to correct now.

Maybe as soon as you walk out, you can immediately see the playful smile on that face.

Forget it, you can only make mistakes.

There was no change of clothes in the bathroom, only a bathrobe that could barely be worn. Qi Feiyun put on the bathrobe, walked out of the bathroom, and walked into the bedroom without looking sideways.

As soon as the bedroom door opened, there was the sound of rushing water.

Yan Shuang... was using his bathroom.

Apparently the blunder he made has been caught.

The outer ring of the bathroom in the bedroom is a layer of frosted glass, which clearly reflects the graceful outline of the human body. The slender arms are bent, passing over the head, and the wet hair is stroked gracefully.

This is undoubtedly a very attractive picture.

Qi Feiyun suddenly felt a kind of boredom.

Pulling back and forth like this, probing each other in a roundabout way, trying to figure out who has the upper hand, consuming one's emotions endlessly, this kind of relationship...is really boring.

Yan Shuang came out of the bathtub, put on a bathrobe, wiped her wet hair casually, and opened the bathroom door directly.

Qi Feiyun was wearing pajamas and sitting on a chair next to the bed reading a book, when he heard the movement, he continued to read without raising his head.

The hot air in the bathroom diffused into the bedroom along with Yan Shuang.

Yan Shuang walked over, carrying the fragrance after bathing, "The shower gel in your room smells better than the one over there."

"If you like it, I'll buy it for you tomorrow."

Qi Feiyun seemed to have completely regained his composure, with a gentle and serious tone, just like when they first met, playing a perfect good man.

Yan Shuang sat directly on his lap.

"What book are you reading?" He lifted the book, glanced at the cover, and said in amazement, "You are religious, and you still read the Bible at night."

Looking away from the densely packed words, Qi Feiyun's eyes froze as soon as he moved to Yan Shuang.

Yan Shuang was wearing his bathrobe, the overly loose size made the clothes loose on him, and the neckline was wide open, making it very easy for people to see the scenery inside, or he didn't want to cover it at all.

The fair human skin is like a fine scroll, with the blue paint smeared, crooked and messy, a disordered and miserable beauty.

The bruises, hickey marks, and teeth marks were all clearly reflected on it, telling how crazy he had been with a man last night.

His heartbeat slowly accelerated, his breathing rate became faster, and thin sweat was oozing from his back.

anger.

He had never summed up his emotions today so clearly in his mind.

Such a beautiful scar... was not written by him...

The thick Bible in his hand was taken away.

The palm of my hand fell into nothingness.

Qi Feiyun stared at the deepest bite marks on Yan's shoulders.

The heart in his chest was trembling powerfully, an unprecedented strong desire.

Qi Feiyun clearly realized that his reaction had surpassed the warning line of ordinary men when faced with this situation.

From an early age, he discovered his abnormality.

For the things they like, other children either cherish them dearly, or hold them in their hands and play with them fondly.

Only he is different.

After getting something you like, the idea that comes to mind is to dismember this thing and destroy it.

For those terrible imaginations, instead of feeling afraid, he felt unprecedented joy and excitement.

It wasn't right, he knew it from the very beginning of these thoughts.

In order to correct this "mistake", Qi Feiyun once went to church more devoutly than any member of the family, praying that she could become like other children.

Unfortunately.

There is no God in this world.

Learning all about psychology didn't help either.

Neither theology nor science was an antidote for him.

The devil was in his bones, and it tickled him, an addiction he had been born with.

The fingertip touched the scar lightly.

Yan Shuang flinched and let out a "hiss", "It hurts."

Qi Feiyun raised his eyes.

Yan Shuang lowered his head, flipping through his Bible casually, his cheeks were rosy after taking a bath, his hair was still wet, dripping water bit by bit.

"Tick-tock-"

The delicate eyebrows were raised, and the expression on Yan Shuang's face was more gloating than guilt, "I'm sorry, I got your Bible wet."

Every day, Qi Feiyun sees countless broken organs and deals with various scars, but Qi Feiyun still doesn't feel satisfied.

Because...it wasn't created by him.

Fingertips pressed hard on the scar.

"Why?" Yan Shuang frowned lightly, pretending to be in pain.

The voice of complaint came to his ears, Qi Feiyun didn't feel the slightest bit of guilt, the corresponding feedback in his brain was-satisfaction.

The addiction is only briefly satisfied for a second before sinking into a deeper emptiness.

Not enough, further instructions came from the brain immediately.

Don't you want to try something else?

Qi Feiyun lowered his head like a ghost, and kissed the scar lightly with his lips.

The bruised and mottled touch is wonderful.

It was more wonderful than he expected.

The blood is being heated.

After Yan Shuang said "itch" with a smile, he didn't stop him from continuing, but leisurely flipped through the Bible in his hand.

"You put our sins... in front of you, and our hidden evils in your face..."

In the gentle reading aloud, the kiss on the bone gradually became stronger, and the sharp teeth hidden between the lips were eager to taste the flesh and blood under the skin.

The moment he opened his mouth, the hard cover of the book lightly touched the top of his head.

The sound was as soft as fog.

——"Qi Feiyun, what are your sins and hidden evils?"

The blood all over the body seemed to be cold.

The flames suddenly went out.

What is he doing?

He has been on guard all the time, reminding himself to stay "normal", reminding himself that Yan Shuang is an extremely sensitive person, don't take it lightly, don't show flaws.

They have endured for so long, and even made the choice to stop this relationship just now.

Why can't you continue to bear it?

Qi Feiyun lowered his head, his teeth were still leaning against the flesh he wanted to bite off, addiction and pain tormented him at the same time, was he seen through, should he continue or stop?

His hair was suddenly rubbed lightly.

"Bite."

Yan Shuang's voice was calm, "Take it easy," it was the voice of turning a page of the book, "Don't see blood."

Qi Feiyun was shocked, and he slowly raised his face.

Yan Shuang lowered his head and looked at him through the gap in the Bible.

There was nothing in those gray eyes except the frantic and abnormal emotions.

It's pure and beautiful.

Yan Shuang closed the pages of the book, hooked his chin lightly with one free hand, and said softly, "Didn't I tell you that earlier? I knew it the first time I saw you..."

He smiled, a smile that could almost be called holy, like an angel in a church.

"...What are you?"

The brain instantly fell into a deeper shock.

"you……"

"Hush," Yan Shuang pressed his lips lightly with his fingers, "Are you sure you want to speak with this mouth now?"

It is a permissible act and an invitation to fall.

Without God, the devil is everywhere.

His teeth bit down on the soft skin, and the warm blood burst out under his teeth.

Yan Shuang was rubbing his hair, fiddled with his ears, and made a painful sound in his throat.

The blood was rekindled.

He was fooled.

Completely fell into the trap.

Cold anger and strong needs pulled in his body, this person completely lifted his addiction, and now only he can solve it.

Yan Shuang was picked up by Qi Feiyun in the air, his arms hung down softly, and the thick Bible fell from his palm and fell on the thick wool carpet.

The lights in the bedroom were turned off and it was plunged into darkness.

In the dark, they no longer pretend to be polite and humble.

The teeth bite down along the bone bite by bite.

Limbs are twisted.

Like two savage beasts.

He was creating pain, and pain was feeding him.

An unprecedented pleasure like going to explode.

Despair in bliss, relief in despair—that's how he should be, and how they should be.

The night wind blows in along the French windows that are not closed tightly, turning the pages of the book "swish", and under the cold moonlight, the words and sentences that stay on the pages are reflected.

"...but your iniquities have separated you from God; your iniquities have hid his face from you..."

The night is long, and there is plenty of time to unleash the devil.