I Can't Be This Protagonist

"Ms. Qi, tell me the truth, why do you, a bachelor, buy such a big bathtub?"

Yan Shuang kicked up a little water on the tip of his toes, splashed it on Qi Feiyun's chest on the opposite side, raised his eyebrows slightly, "Huh?" He laughed a bit, and said in a teasing tone, "Old pervert."

Qi Feiyun's face was dull, his hands rested on the edge of the bathtub, the bright red marks on both wrists were like a pair of bloody handcuffs, he experienced three hours of exercise that was almost completely dark, no matter what, he felt that he should not be accused of this ——At least, Yan Shuang did not have the position to accuse him like this.

Compared to arguing with each other who is the sex maniac, Qi Feiyun is more curious about another thing.

The question lingered in his chest, he thought over and over again, but still didn't ask, and looked at Yan Shuang quietly.

Yan Shuang was smoking a cigar.

The box of cigars in his cupboard was running low, and this seemed to be the last.

The rising heat in the bathroom made the red lips fuller than usual. Yan Shuang enjoyed the last cigar very leisurely. He played with the cigar in his fingertips from time to time, raised his head and exhaled the smoke ring like a puff. The shape, the smoke fell from the air on his fair face, and drilled back into his nasal cavity.

Playing in general, very self-satisfied and unrestrained appearance.

"At what age did you start smoking?"

When Yan Shuang heard his question, his eyelashes rolled down, a cigar dangled from the corner of his mouth, like a lollipop, and he said leisurely, "Well, I don't remember."

Qi Feiyun nodded, "Not bad."

He thought Yan Shuang was an old smoker, but in this way, he just looked like it, and he had just learned it not long ago.

"Minors are not allowed to smoke," Yan Shuang said as he touched his upper and lower lips and took a sip on the cigar as if begging for a kiss, "Ms. Qi, I am a good boy."

Qi Feiyun has his own judgment on people, so this can be regarded as an occupational disease.

However, now he really doubts the judgments he made on Yan Shuang.

A person's eyes, expressions, movements, and even heartbeat can be deceiving, but the physical state is difficult to fake.

"almost."

Yan Shuang casually put the unfinished cigars aside, stood up from the bathtub, made the sound of "squeaking" water, stepped out of the bathtub without muddling, reached out and took out a towel to wipe it off.

Qi Feiyun was sitting in the bathtub, her eyes lingering on Yan Shuang cautiously.

Fair enough to be flawless.

Yan Shuang's skin is very thin, leaving marks easily.

Fresh bruises on him.

But apart from those limited bruises, there were no other traces on his body.

Yan Shuang's action of wiping his body was very rude. He didn't care about his beautiful jade-like body at all. After drying off frequently, he wrapped the towel around his waist and pulled a towel to cover his head. , he turned his back to Qi Feiyun and said: "Mr. Qi, you can do it yourself, I want to go out for a while."

After hearing no answer, Yan Shuang turned her head.

A snow-white towel was covered on his wet black hair, and a few strands of hair were pressed between his brows, and the water droplets stroked along the strands of wet hair to caress his cheeks that were white and rosy from the steam.

Qi Feiyun didn't know if the three hours he experienced tonight was too shocking, or because of the guessing in his heart, or simply soaking in the bathroom for too long, in short, his brain was a little slower than usual, and so on When he asked that inappropriate question, it was too late to take it back.

"Where are you going?" Yan Shuang repeated his question with a look of confusion, and at the same time gave Qi Feiyun an expected answer, "What does this have to do with you?"

Their relationship has absolutely no position to interfere with each other's affairs.

Qi Feiyun knew this very well, so he began to regret it after asking.

The conjecture in my mind should also be completely wrong.

With Yan Shuang's unrestrained personality, how could he really "guard his body like a jade" for him during his one-month hospitalization?

As long as he hooks his fingers, handsome rich men and noble sons will bow down at his feet one after another.

He really has no shortage of people, and there is absolutely no need to make his nights lonely.

The four words "carpe diem in time" were engraved on his face.

Qi Feiyun's brain gradually regained its sharpness. The wound seemed to have been soaked in warm water for too long, and it began to ache. He pondered for a while, and when he was about to apologize, Yan Shuang said it.

"I'll go next door for supper."

Qi Feiyun was taken aback, before he figured out the meaning of this "night snack", Yan Shuang had already opened the bathroom door and went out.

The bathroom door rebounded and closed with a moderate sound, which hit Qi Feiyun's eardrums, awakening his temporarily drowsy brain.

He really shouldn't have asked that question.

Asking... as if he cared.

Qi Feiyun lowered her eyelashes, and the red marks on her wrists were filled with bright and fragile pink.

He thought: I don't want to wear that dark blue tie in the future.

Sheng Guangming was surprised when he saw Yan Shuang from the surveillance inside the door.

Qi Feiyun was discharged from the hospital today, he thought Yan Shuang would not come.

When Sheng Guangming proposed the "deal" at the beginning, he also thought it was ridiculous, but Yan Shuang seemed to take the promise between them seriously.

"I did it with Mr. Qi, but I confiscated his money, shouldn't it be counted?"

The round eyes looked seriously at Sheng Guangming who came to open the door.

Sheng Guangming was speechless for a while, thinking how he could say such words so purely, and then smiled lightly, "It doesn't count."

Yan Shuang nodded and entered the room.

Sheng Guangming made a chocolate cake today.

As for Yan Shuang's taste, he has now grasped it extremely accurately, knowing that Yan Shuang prefers cake body, and likes cream just as an embellishment.

He made this chocolate cake with great care. The layers of the cake are inlaid with almost solid chocolate, which makes the cake have a very solid taste when you first eat it, but as long as you chew a little, the temperature in your mouth will change Gradually melt the chocolate, the silky chocolate will be integrated with the cake body, and it will bring a new taste, even the chewing speed is different, the taste of the cake is different, so every bite has a fresh experience So that the diners who taste the cake will not feel bored.

"Really delicious."

Sure enough, Yan Shuang praised him without hesitation.

Sheng Guangming squinted and smiled.

Yan Shuang really loves cakes, and it can be seen from the way he eats, Jing is not talking about how elegant, but the expression on his face, the brilliance in his eyes, including every fold of his skin, can make Sheng Guangming Felt that he loved the cake so much.

— just like him.

If at the beginning it was just a simple tactic to delay Yan Shuang, now Sheng Guangming enjoys being alone with Yan Shuang every night.

Yan Shuang was very quiet.

He has nothing extra to say to him, usually just compliments.

Compliments are also short.

"Delicious", "like", nothing more.

But such simple praise made Sheng Guangming feel great satisfaction.

His cake keeps him from falling down.

This is already a great affirmation to him, and it is also his original intention of making cakes: it is meaningful and romantic to use sweet cakes to heal the unsatisfactory life of a person.

"Really delicious."

After Yan Shuang finished eating, he repeated his evaluation. His expression was serious, as if it was because today's cake was exceptionally delicious. He grinned at Sheng Guangming in satisfaction.

When he smiled, Sheng Guangming laughed too, almost falling off his seat.

Yan Shuang looked puzzled, "Did I say something wrong?"

Sheng Guangming laughed until his shoulders trembled, "You, your teeth..."

Yan Shuang made a look of sudden realization, "Chocolate."

"Yes," Sheng Guangming slowly calmed down his smile, and said softly, "It's like a tooth decay meeting in your mouth."

Yan Shuang laughed again, deliberately aligning the upper and lower rows of teeth, exposing the chocolate-tainted teeth.

He knew he looked very childish like this.

Whenever he showed this side, Sheng Guangming would think that he was showing his soft belly, and his atrium would loosen because of it. She said in a petting tone: "Why do you look like a child."

Yan Shuang closed her lips, regained her calm look, and said very reservedly, "I'm going back."

Sheng Guangming was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously said: "So fast?"

Yan Shuang usually spends more than half an hour with him. After eating the cake, he always said that he was worried that he would gain weight, so he competed with the sandbags in the living room. Sheng Guangming wanted to teach him but was repeatedly rejected by him.

"I just want to play. Brother Sheng, if you really teach me, I will feel very burdened."

He clearly puts his cynicism and irresponsibility in front of everyone.

Don't be serious with him, he will feel a burden.

"Well," Yan Shuang had a rare serious expression on his face, he stood up and said, "It's inconvenient for Mr. Qi to be at home alone, I'm worried that something will happen to him."

Sheng Guangming was startled again.

To be honest, although almost a month has passed, Sheng Guangming still couldn't forget the heartbroken look on Yan Shuang's face when he took Yan Shuang out of the orphanage that night.

But the next day, Yan Shuang put on a nonchalant look again.

Sheng Guangming even bumped into him and Qin Yubai coming to the mall for dinner several times.

Yes, he finally knew the man's name.

Or someone in his shop told him.

When he was looking at Yan Shuang through the glass window that day, the staff next to him said in a very uneasy tone: "The big boss has come here very diligently recently, is he going to increase our rent?"

"Big boss?" Sheng Guangming frowned.

The employee said: "Yes, he is the owner of this mall."

He pointed with his finger at the man who was smiling at Yan Shuang with his head down.

"Qin Yubai, the boss of the Qin Group, I heard that half of the real estate in our city is named Qin."

Yan Shuang's guest turned out to be a man with such a rich family...

Not only that, Sheng Guangming also saw Yan Shuang's "true love" on TV.

The boy who looked about the same age as Yan Shuang turned out to be the only son of the city's richest man.

Every man who has a relationship with Yan Shuang has a lot of background.

Sheng Guangming found out belatedly.

Including his neighbors.

"You should be more careful," Sheng Guangming got up and sent Yan Shuang to the door. After hesitating for a moment, he said, "Do you need my help?"

"of course not--"

Yan Shuang categorically refused, and at the same time showed a surprised expression on his face, as if Sheng Guangming's proposal was so ridiculous.

Sheng Guangming explained with embarrassment on his face: "I think Doctor Qi is a big man, and you are too thin. If you need to move, you may not have the strength..."

"Ms. Qi can move." Yan Shuang seemed to think of something, and chuckled, "Did you forget? I was with Mr. Qi just now..." He finished clicking, and looked at Sheng Guangming with a smile, "He's fine. .”

Sheng Guangming's face turned red.

"I'm sorry," Sheng Guangming said hurriedly, "I didn't think carefully."

"Nothing."

Yan Shuang shook his head with a very gentle expression, "Brother Sheng...you are just very considerate and nice."

Sheng Guangming is often praised as "a very nice person".

The agent who always yelled at him when he was a boxer also praised him after he retired, "You are really a good person. A good person like you will definitely live happily in the future."

Sheng Guangming was used to it, so he didn't think there was anything wrong.

It's just that it has a different meaning when it comes out of Yan Shuang's mouth.

"Good guy" is not only a compliment to him, but also a label on him, similar to "don't touch this thing".

Because he is a "good guy", Yan Shuang will never be able to have a close friendship with him.

That's probably what it means.

Sheng Guangming thought that although it is regrettable, people cannot force it. He can help Yan Shuang for a while, and he has a clear conscience. As for what Yan Shuang regards him, this is not something he should think about. He just needs to do be good to yourself.

Sheng Guangming said: "What do you want to eat tomorrow? I am a good person and will do it to the end. I will accept your order."

Sheng Guangming never asked Yan Shuang what he did and what Yan Shuang ate. Anyway, as long as he made it, Yan Shuang seemed to like it very much.

Sheng Guangming was confidently ready to take Yan Shuang's private order.

Yan Shuang opened the door, and after half of them walked out, he said softly: "I won't eat tomorrow."

Sheng Guangming stayed in a daze until the door closed and didn't recover.

"I won't eat tomorrow."

What does it mean?

For a few simple words, Sheng Guangming frowned and thought over and over for a long time. In fact, the meaning of the other party was already clear in his mind, but due to emotional resistance, he was unable to present a very simple answer to him.

A month is not too long or too short.

When Sheng Guangming first became an athlete, he was not used to the intense training, and his body ached like hell every day. When he begged his coach for mercy, the coach told him that he would get used to it in just one month.

This is a scientifically proven truth, the coach told him categorically.

Science...can science explain everything?

Can science tell him why Yan Shuang doesn't want to eat his cake tomorrow?

Yan Shuang returned to Qi Feiyun's apartment, opened the door of the apartment and found Qi Feiyun sitting in the living room.

The huge TV in the living room was showing a documentary.

In the deep blue sea, all kinds of brightly colored fish swim coquettishly in the water. Qi Feiyun didn't turn on the light, and the faint blue light from the TV screen reflected on his face.

Yan Shuang pushed the door open, but he didn't look back, as if he was addicted to the unpredictable sea on TV.

"Miss Qi, are you still asleep?"

Yan Shuang was concerned.

Qi Feiyun's physical condition is the top priority for him now.

He couldn't allow Qi Feiyun to spoil his body casually.

Qi Feiyun said lightly: "Not sleepy yet."

As Yan Shuang approached, he realized that there was still a wine glass on the coffee table in front of Qi Feiyun. The hexagonal crystal wine glass contained brown liquor. Yan Shuang took the wine glass and sniffed it closely.

"whisky."

Yan Shuang frowned, "Ms. Qi, you are a doctor, you should know that your current condition is not suitable for drinking."

Qi Feiyun denied, "I just poured a glass of wine, but I didn't drink it."

Yan Shuang leaned over, and he got very close, "Open your mouth and I'll smell it."

Qi Feiyun really came out because he couldn't sleep.

After arriving in the living room, he didn't know what to do, so he turned on the TV and poured himself a glass of wine. When the cold glass touched his lips, he realized what he was doing.

Drinking alcohol is of course not conducive to the current recovery of the body, so he put down the glass.

Yan Shuang's face was close at hand, and he could clearly see the worry on that face.

He opened his mouth - as if he had opened his palm to the navy blue tie on the bed.

Yan Shuang sniffed it, and said, "That's right, it's fine if you don't drink."

He put down his glass and said, "It's time to sleep now."

"I'm not sleepy yet."

"You have to sleep if you're not sleepy," Yan Shuang said in a domineering tone, "Your current body belongs to me, and you have no right not to love it."

He took his hand and turned off the deep blue sea on the TV.

Qi Feiyun was led all the way back to the bedroom by Yan Shuang, and he was pressed onto the bed by Yan Shuang in the dark.

"I went to brush my teeth and my mouth was full of chocolate."

As he spoke, he breathed a sigh of relief at Qi Feiyun.

"You smell it."

Sure enough, Qi Feiyun could smell the sweet and bitter taste.

Like the cigar they first smoked.

Yan Shuang was pressed by Qi Feiyun's arm to kiss him, and the chocolate on his teeth was licked clean, and Qi Feiyun let him go only when the sweet bitterness disappeared.

In the darkness, the room was so quiet that the only sound was the breathing of two people.

"Ms. Qi," Yan Shuang said softly, "You can't be... in love with me, right?"

Qi Feiyun breathed steadily, "It's nothing."

"I can rest assured that."

Yan Shuang's tone was relieved.

"Miss Qi, although I'm sorry, I have to tell you that I don't have the slightest feeling for you, so don't make any response or expect a response from me. It's good for us to maintain the current relationship."

Yan Shuang went into the bathroom to brush his teeth.

Qi Feiyun was lying on the bed, he was waiting for another person to brush his teeth and go to bed.

This sounds very sweet.

But this person said - "without the slightest emotion".

It was exactly the relationship he had dreamed of.

To get rid of the addiction of the body while maintaining the distance of the mind, so that his life will always go on as he wants.

A few minutes later, the bed beside him sank, the thin quilt on his body was lifted up, and the warm body entered his domain.

"Phew, I'm really exhausted today, go to sleep, Mr. Qi, you should go to sleep too, don't think about it, if you can't sleep, just count the fish, I just saw you watching an ocean documentary..."

The voice on the side gradually lowered.

Qi Feiyun slowly closed his eyes.

...It turned out that he was looking at the sea just now.