I Can't Be This Protagonist

The day Qi Feiyun was discharged from the hospital coincided with the arrival of the cold wave, and the temperature in the whole city dropped overnight. Yan Shuang wore a milky white padded jacket that Qin Yubai bought for him. It was matched with the latest goose yellow sweater of the same series of the brand, and a pair of blue jeans. The sudden cold wave floated into the ward like a fresh and elegant flower.

Qi Feiyun was slowly putting on his coat.

His injuries are still not fully healed, but he really doesn't want to stay in the hospital any longer.

Yan Shuang pushed the door open and came in, exhaled a cold breath first, and said with surprise on his face: "You have put on your own clothes."

Qi Feiyun's eyes flickered, and Yan Shuang's whole body was brought into his eyes, and he said lightly: "Yes."

Except for the first few days when he was hospitalized, Yan Shuang occasionally came to visit him—most of them just took a look at him after a meal and left, and the rest of the time was just seeing the dragon and not seeing the end.

Counting it, he seemed to have not seen Yan Shuang for more than two weeks.

The arm stretched into the sleeve paused.

He actually remembered the day so clearly.

"Awesome—" Yan Shuang praised him in the tone of a kid, rubbed his hands together, and said, "It's so cold outside, you wear too little."

"It doesn't matter," Qi Feiyun put on his coat, "It's okay after a while."

"Brother Sheng, he's too busy in the store today, so he doesn't have time to come over, so I have to ask your assistant to drive us back in your car."

After he finished a long series of words, Qi Feiyun only replied two words, "Brother Sheng?"

"correct."

Yan Shuang came to help him.

He loves the slag Gong who hasn't finished the plot line very much.

"It's your neighbor, Sheng Guangming. He opened a cake shop and the cakes he makes are very delicious."

Qi Feiyun's arm was held by Yan Shuang, and the tip of his nose seemed to smell a vaguely sweet scent.

Yan Shuang's white and small chin was buried in the light yellow sweater, a small lonely point hidden inside, faintly visible, extremely beautiful, always attracting Qi Feiyun's attention.

Qi Feiyun was actually surprised in his heart.

When he was in the hospital, there was nothing else, except that he often...wanted to see Yan Shuang.

Perhaps it was because of the physical relationship.

Qi Feiyun was always thoughtful, and was supported by Yan Shuang into the back seat of the car, "Be careful."

Yan Shuang vainly covered the top of Qi Feiyun's head, and Qi Feiyun naturally lowered his head cooperatively. The assistant in the front seat saw such a "harmonious" scene behind, and couldn't help but secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

During this period of time, Qi Feiyun was nominally "cultivating", but in fact, there was no peace at all.

The first few days after the surgery were fine, the ward was fairly clean, Qi Feiyun's spirit improved a little later, and the professors and experts in the hospital began to ask Qi Feiyun for "pointing" with films and surgical plans.

The assistant couldn't help helping, so he watched Qi Feiyun dragging his sick body and discussing the operation plan with everyone with a tired face.

It literally turned the ward into a conference room.

If it wasn't for Dr. Qi being too weak, maybe they would have to push the wheelchair into the operating room for surgery, the assistant thought angrily.

What made the assistant feel even more uncomfortable for Qi Feiyun was that every time Yan Shuang came to the hospital, he would go straight to the canteen. After eating delicious food in the canteen, he would go to his station to make a pot of tea and drink tea lazily While digesting, he couldn't help urging Yan Shuang to take a look at Qi Feiyun, and Yan Shuang went in with a teacup in a perfunctory attitude.

Obviously Qi Feiyun's ward is in front.

Yan Shuang also said confidently: "I'm not a panacea, I see him, will he recover faster?"

The assistant was speechless, wondering why you treat your boyfriend like this.

Dr. Qi is handsome, has a lot of money, and has a clean private life. Although he has a cold temper, he still wants to take Yan Shuang to dinner after being stabbed, which shows that Qi Feiyun must be very concerned about Yan Shuang.

Such a perfect boyfriend, if it is him, he must confess!

No no no, he meant girlfriend.

The assistant was thinking wildly, and when the car started a bit abruptly, the car jumped forward, and there was an exclamation from the rear.

"Are you OK?"

Yan Shuang held Qi Feiyun's arm and said nervously.

"It's okay." Qi Feiyun frowned lightly.

"Be careful," Yan Shuang looked forward through the rearview mirror with an uneasy expression, and his tone was slightly accusatory, "His injury hasn't healed yet, if he collapses, he has to go back."

"sorry Sorry……"

The assistant kept apologizing, but felt relieved again.

The relationship between the two is still pretty good.

When the car arrived at the place, there was a gust of cold wind when getting off the car, but Qi Feiyun didn't feel too cold.

Yan Shuang brought a shawl in the car, and put it on for him before getting out of the car.

"Fortunately, I have the foresight." Yan Shuang put his arms around Qi Feiyun's broad shoulders and walked forward in the cold wind with a little effort, "otherwise I would really freeze to death."

The soft wool shawl gently slapped her cheeks with the cold wind. Qi Feiyun lowered her head and stared at Yan Shuang's face, from the smooth forehead to the graceful curve of the bridge of the nose to the two plump red lips.

As soon as they entered the apartment, the warmth of spring immediately surrounded the two of them. Yan Shuang let go of his hands, heaved a sigh of relief, and grinned at Qi Feiyun, "Okay, I'm really afraid you'll catch a cold."

Qi Feiyun has been resting in bed almost all the time during this period, and she inevitably has a sick look. She looks a little thinner, and her head grows a little. The short hair on her forehead is fluffy on her temples, and the tips of her black hair are about to touch her. His light gray pupils, he blinked lightly, as if to drive away the black hair, "No."

Yan Shuang helped him into the elevator.

"Nothing, no, your body is currently repairing itself. All the cells in your body are working hard to repair the wounds on your body. Naturally, there will be less defense in other places, and it is easy to catch a cold."

As a doctor, Qi Feiyun felt that Yan Shuang's statement was childish and ignorant, but out of his profession, he thought it was very cute.

The elevator door slowly closed.

This is a weekday, there are not many residents in the apartment, and the lights on the elevator are only on their floor... Qi Feiyun thought briefly, then turned his face, spoke softly, and turned to Yan Yan politely. Shuang made a request, "I want to kiss you now."

Yan Shuang was startled for a moment, then said generously, "Okay."

Qi Feiyun bent down, he still felt a little pain in his waist and abdomen when he did this movement, but this kind of pain made him feel a different kind of...excitement.

Yan Shuang tiptoed slightly cooperatively.

The heights of the scumbags are all about the same, taller than him, but the gap is not too big, the perfect height difference that can kiss with a single tiptoe.

Yan Shuang's principle is - you can be serious about your work, and he won't bother to perfuse the rest.

He had also seen Qi Feiyun a few times, but when he saw Qi Feiyun's delicate and delicate appearance, he immediately lost interest.

What's the use of a scumbag who can't solve the plot!

Now that Qi Feiyun is out of the hospital, at least standing and lying down is not a problem, Yan Shuang thinks it's time, let's brush up the plot!

The two of them got out of the elevator kissing passionately, pressed their fingers on the password of the fingerprint lock, and at the same time as the pleasant voice came to their ears, the wool shawl on Qi Feiyun's body was roughly pulled off by Yan Shuang.

The floor heating was turned on a long time ago in the house, anyway, it was Qi Feiyun's bill, Yan Shuang didn't feel bad at all, the whole house was extremely warm, it made his face turn red immediately, he impatiently took off his milky white padded clothes, and He hooked Qi Feiyun's neck and kissed him passionately.

Qi Feiyun's wound hurts more every minute than the last.

The decision to leave the hospital is still too reluctant.

In fact, it's not that he can't bear being surrounded by a group of people tremblingly begging for advice every day, but he can't bear...

Yan Shuang nimbly took off his sweater, revealing the light-colored T-shirt underneath, his face was flushed, and his eyes were shining, "Can you do it?"

Qi Feiyun could feel the pain in the abdominal wound, which was a very bad news, but he still calmly said: "OK."

Yan Shuang saw his face, but smiled, "Mr. Qi, don't be brave."

Although Qi Feiyun's complexion was not bad, it was definitely not good either. Even though he wanted to look lively, his body would not lie.

"I can..." Qi Feiyun insisted, reaching out to hug Yan Shuang's waist again.

Yan Shuang was amused by his "disabled body and strong mind", leaned into his arms and laughed twice, then said: "Mr. Qi, what did I say about you before, you saw that you were still stubborn at that time, let's be honest, let's You are also friends now, have you been thinking about this in bed for a month?"

Qi Feiyun didn't answer his question, but stretched out his arms, bent slightly, and actually lifted Yan Shuang up into the air.

Yan Shuang exclaimed, her eyes widened, and she was a little frightened by him, "What are you doing, let me down quickly, and be careful of the wound opening."

Qi Feiyun hugged him and walked to the bedroom without saying a word.

Along the way, Yan Shuang exclaimed again and again, words like "be careful, take it easy" came out of his mouth, and he didn't dare to move and struggle, so he had no choice but to say, "Okay, Teacher Qi, I believe you can do it , you put me down first, can you preserve your strength? Good steel should be used on the blade..."

Facts have proved that Zha Gong's self-esteem is very strong.

Although Qi Feiyun had a bad complexion, he still insisted on carrying him to the bed.

As soon as Yan Shuang touched the soft bed, she quickly said softly: "Mr. Qi, don't worry about it, just lie down and I'll do it."

Qi Feiyun leaned on the bed with one knee, although he heard all Yan Shuang's words in his ears, he didn't get much in his mind.

This state is caused by an overproduction of dopamine and adrenaline.

In Chinese, there is a more popular and easy-to-understand saying called Jing X Shangnao.

Poor and worldly state.

Qi Feiyun bent down to kiss those two red lips.

Yan Shuang is very submissive and cooperative.

They have always been in harmony in bed, Qi Feiyun is still very confident about this.

If there is a [-]% possibility that Yan Shuang really did not visit anyone during the time he was hospitalized as he said, then Yan Shuang...should also miss his body, right?

At the moment when thoughts arose, Qi Feiyun was pushed down.

The up and down positions are instantly reversed.

Yan Shuang looked at him from above with a smile, "Mr. Qi, I told you to lie down. You don't know how to take advantage of the off-the-shelf. Are you stupid?"

Qi Feiyun stretched out her fingers and stroked his face lightly.

This is it.

This is what he misses.

Dangerous, it will make him happy and painful, and he never knows what kind of adventurous mystery will be in the next second.

Yan Shuang stood up directly, and opened the wardrobe in his bedroom as Qi Feiyun followed him.

"Ms. Qi, I've been sleeping with you all this time, and I found out..."

The white palm brushed against the wooden hanger, but what was hanging on it was not the shirt that Qi Feiyun usually wears, but one by one... ties.

Black, gray, blue, red, all kinds of ties hang on the hangers, like brightly colored ropes on the execution ground.

Wrapping a wine-red tie around her fingers, she pulled the tie off the hanger with all her strength, and the hanger swayed, and the ties on it shook together. Yan Shuang turned around and knelt on the bed like a feline Walking on his knees slowly, the silk tie exudes a mellow light like wine in the palm of his hand.

It lowered slowly, covering Qi Feiyun's eyes, and then——suddenly tightened on the back of his head.

The sweet aroma approached his earlobe.

"...you have a lot of ties."