I Can't Be This Protagonist

Yan Shuang picked up the phone and answered the call.

"Hey?"

The other end of the phone was quiet, and there was no response.

Yan Shuang didn't hang up the phone. Slowly, he heard the sound of shallow breathing coming from the other end of the phone.

Not Cui Zheng.

Someone borrowed Cui Zheng's mobile phone and made the call.

The person on the other end of the phone was silent and said nothing.

Suddenly, the dining table seemed to freeze. Sheng Guangming looked at Yan Shuang who was still holding a fork in one hand, but his face seemed to have lost his soul. He was answering the phone, but he didn't say a word, but he didn't hang up either. The phone, thick eyelashes drooping, covering the eyes.

The silent phone call lasted more than a minute.

When Yan Shuang hung up the phone, Sheng Guangming noticed that his hands trembled slightly when he put down the phone.

"What happened?" Sheng Guangming asked.

A small piece of apple pie was forked off, and Yan Shuang slowly shook his head.

The relaxed and cheerful atmosphere of the whole night was gone.

It was just a phone call, and it took only one minute. Yan Shuang seemed to be beaten back to his original shape, and was covered with that lingering melancholy again.

Sheng Guangming has only seen one person with such great energy.

"I'm stuffed."

Yan Shuang put down his fork, pushed the stool and got up, the legs of the stool made a sharp sound on the floor, Sheng Guangming put down his hand resting on his chin, watching Yan Shuang staggered into the room with some worried eyes, without even closing the door.

Sheng Guangming glanced at the mobile phone on the table and got up.

The slippers "clacked" to the guest bedroom, and he knocked on the door lightly, "Go to bed after washing, there are clothes here for a change of clothes."

With his back turned to him, Yan Shuang curled up into a ball without saying a word.

Sheng Guangming put down his hands, stepped forward, and condescendingly saw Yan Shuang buried most of his face in the pillow.

"What's wrong?" Sheng Guangming squatted down and said softly, "What's wrong?"

"I'm full."

Sheng Guangming knew why he was sad, but he couldn't point it out. He followed him and said, "Shall I rub your stomach?"

"Ah."

With his knees pressed against the side of the bed, Sheng Guangming stretched out his hands to cover his stomach lightly, and rubbed his warm palms along the direction with very light force.

Yan Shuang remained motionless and pretended to be dead. His performance was so obvious that Sheng Guangming should have guessed it too.

Rare things are precious, and the sincerity of a wanderer is very precious, so he deliberately showed Sheng Guangming his sincerity to another person over and over again, to lure him to take it.

want it?Then he can only pay a little more, give a little more, and when Sheng Guangming gives everything, it is time for him to close the net.

Yan Shuang turned around suddenly, and hugged the waist of the person beside him.

"Brother Sheng, can you stay with me for a while?"

There was a rare helplessness in his voice, the boy who had always been unrestrained and wanton in front of him suddenly became so awkward, Sheng Guangming felt sore, he patted Yan Shuang's arm, "I'll lie down with you for a while."

Sheng Guangming had broad shoulders, strong muscles, and a sweet fragrance on his body. Yan Shuang leaned his face on his chest, wrapping his arms around Sheng Guangming's waist.

There was no ambiguity in this hug, just like a wounded bird docked in a certain harbor, and he just rested and healed in his arms.

"The first time I saw him was in our dormitory."

The warm breath sprayed into his chest through the shirt, Sheng Guangming listened quietly.

"He's very arrogant," Yan Shuang said with a smile, "He doesn't look straight at people when he enters the dormitory. Everyone in our dormitory hates him to death."

Sheng Guangming also smiled silently.

"But then...he was very, very good to me..."

"He knows everything and doesn't look down on me."

"He doesn't think I'm being taken care of by others."

Sheng Guangming's pupils trembled slightly, and his arms around Yan Shuang shrank quietly.

"Every time when I am saddest and most downhearted, he will always appear..."

Yan Shuang's tone was gentle and yearning. Anyone who heard him say these words could feel the deep affection hidden in these words.

"But he's so nice."

"Brother Sheng, he's so nice..."

The person in his arms hugged him tightly, his arms trembled slightly, and the warm moisture came from the thin cloth, "...I am not worthy of him."

"Double--"

"Listen to me."

Sheng Guangming took a deep breath, suppressed what he wanted to say in his throat, and gently rubbed the hair on the top of Yan Shuang's head with his palm. Running wildly, his chest and throat gradually became dry and painful.

"I should stay away from him. People like me are in two worlds with him, but I'm too greedy..."

"I can't bear to leave him."

"I beg him, beg him to be my good friend for life."

"I beg him to be my lifelong friend..."

The wetness felt in the chest continued to spread, and the thin body trembled uncontrollably.

"He promised me, he promised me—"

Sheng Guangming hugged the crying man in his arms tightly.

"It's his fault." The pain in his heart spread to his eyes. Sheng Guangming blinked lightly, and the warm liquid slipped from his eyes. He gently pressed Yan Shuang's hair, and said softly, "It's his fault." ..."

Yan Shuang hugged Sheng Guangming and cried until he was about to collapse.

Sheng Guangming could only hug him and pass his own temperature to him, "It's okay, it's all over, it's okay..."

Yan Shuang cried for a long time before he stopped his tears. When he raised his face from Sheng Guangming's arms, his whole face was already red, his eyes and the tip of his nose were even more red, his cheeks were all wet, and his eyelashes were still stained. With tears in his eyes, Sheng Guangming looked down at his appearance. He didn't know how to describe his feelings other than heartbreak.

Gently wiping the tears from the corners of Yan Shuang's eyes with his thumb, Sheng Guangming looked at him tenderly, "You are fine, you are worthy of anyone."

There was still pain in those eyes soaked with tears, Yan Shuang looked up at him with a cold tone, "Kiss me."

Sheng Guangming was startled.

"Kiss me." Yan Shuang repeated again, but all the fragility was hidden in the tough tone.

Sheng Guangming thought: Is he taking advantage of others?

So, he is going to be a bad guy again.

The warm and dry lips were lightly covered with wet lips, just lightly touched, as if he was healing the invisible wounds in his arms through this kiss that wasn't even a kiss.

Yan Shuang hugged Sheng Guangming's neck tightly, and pressed his face against his neck.

"Like me a little more, okay?"

"it is good."

"Even if I don't like you, you still like me, okay?"

"it is good."

Yan Shuang hugged him even tighter, as if grabbing the last straw in his hand.

Sheng Guangming patted his back lightly, his big palm stroked from the soft hair on the back of his head to his back, his movements were as gentle as comforting a child.

After a long time, Yan Shuang said sullenly: "You have already prepared a change of clothes for me, do you want to live with me?"

Sheng Guangming paused when he stroked his back, "No..."

"Oh, you don't want to live with me," Yan Shuang's tone immediately became harsh, "It's really quick to change your mind."

Sheng Guangming couldn't laugh or cry, "That's not what it meant."

"Then what do you mean?"

"I don't think that much when I prepare my clothes."

"Ha ha."

Yan Shuang bent his arms to push the person away, turned around as if to hide his crying face from being seen by the other party, "Where is the bathroom?"

Sheng Guangming sat up, "I'll take you there."

When Yan Shuang came out after washing, Sheng Guangming had already cleaned up the dining table and was changing the quilt cover for Yan Shuang's guest bedroom.

When Yan Shuang entered the door, Sheng Guangming was shaking the quilt by the two corners of the quilt. When he shook the quilt, it twisted like a wave, and with a powerful sound, it became extremely tidy in an instant.

"Go to sleep, it's clean." Sheng Guangming said neatly.

Yan Shuang stood at the door, wearing the long-haired slippers Sheng Guangming prepared for him, blocking the door, with a slightly coy expression, "Tonight, can you... sleep with me? I don't mean that, just sleep, statically sleep……"

Sheng Guangming looked at the man whose eyes and brows were profligate when he first met, but now he became shy and awkward.

"It's just..." Yan Shuang turned his face away from him, "It's quite comfortable for you to hold...cough..." He suddenly became fierce again, turned his head and stared at him fiercely, "Can you tell me? ! Don't whine!"

Sheng Guangming grabbed the quilt and looked at him quietly with soft eyes, "Okay."

Yan Shuang's face slowly turned red, and she kicked her feet out, "Wash and come back."

Sheng Guangming put down the quilt, and when he passed by Yan Shuang, he reached out and rubbed Yan Shuang's hair. Yan Shuang's eyes widened like a frightened squirrel. Sheng Guangming smiled at him, "Wait for me."

The heating was turned on in the room, and the two were only covered with a thin blanket, lying face to face with a distance between them.

"Don't you want to hug and sleep?" Sheng Guangming asked.

Yan Shuang put his hands under his face, looking very well-behaved, "Don't make noise."

Sheng Guangming pursed his lips hard, indicating that he would not speak again.

The smell of male hormones was blowing in the bedroom, and under his gaze, his fair face was dyed with color little by little.

It was clear that in front of him, he said indifferently that he was the one who came out to "□□", but now he was ashamed as a virgin.

Sheng Guangming stared at Yan Shuang with fixed eyes. Yan Shuang seemed to be unbearable by him, so he stretched out his hand to cover his eyes, "Close your eyes."

The eyelashes slid across the palm, and the tall man obediently closed his eyes.

After a while, Sheng Guangming was hugged. When he reached out to hug the person in his arms, he was stopped, "You are not allowed to hug me."

After such an outrageous request, he himself hugged the man even tighter.

"that's it……"

Sheng Guangming lay quietly, faithfully acting as a human-shaped pillow. After a long time, he only opened his eyes when he heard the sound of even breathing from his arms.

He lowered his head, and the person in his arms was already fast asleep.

But even in a deep sleep, his brows were still frowning unconsciously.

Sheng Guangming caressed that pair of delicate eyebrows from the air.

Do not be sad.

it's already over.

The future will be fine.

He put down his hand and smiled quietly at the sleeping face.

The next day, even though it was Christmas, Yan Shuang still had to go back to school for class. Sheng Guangming sent him to school. After the two agreed to meet at night, Yan Shuang entered the school.

The Christmas atmosphere in the school was very strong, decorations were hung up in many places, colorful lights were put on the signboards in the cafeteria, and Yan Shuang returned to the dormitory first.

The black gift box is on the table.

Yan Shuang opened the gift box, and when he saw it with his own eyes, he found that the leather was more shiny than it looked in the photo.

Should be able to sell for a good price!

There was a card inside. Yan Shuang opened the card, and there was indeed no writing. On the snow-white card, black ink outlined the shape of an osmanthus tree.

Yan Shuang closed the card and put it back in the box.

It has ended.

No need.

Yan Shuang still went to class with his worn-out canvas bag on his back. As soon as he entered the classroom, the students around him started acting as NPCs again, sending him the news——Ji Yao took a year off from school and heard that he was going abroad.

Yan Shuang let out a steady "oh".

going abroad?

Most likely it was arranged by his controlling father.

Xiao Ji, after receiving so much anger recently, Ji Wensong still added fuel to the fire. It happened to be more fuel, and the fuel would be enough for the final explosion.

The silent phone call last night for more than a minute and the progress bar of the emotional line in the background explained everything.

Ji Yao was still firmly in his hand, and he wasn't worried at all.

Yan Shuang turned the pages of the book, Sheng Guangming and Ji Yao, the two of them were mutually reinforcing in his plan, and now they are advancing bit by bit according to his vision.

He likes the feeling of having everything in one hand.

After class, when Yan Shuang was about to leave, the youth league committee in the class stopped everyone, "Don't leave, I'll give you apples and small gifts for Christmas."

Yesterday on Christmas Eve, some students from other colleges distributed apples and bracelets, while those from the Faculty of Liberal Arts had nothing, and even laughed at themselves about the poverty of literati. Finally, it was their turn, and the students were very happy. Yan Shuang took the small bag and left immediately. On the way, she took out the apple and wiped it, and took a bite. It was quite sweet.

Yan gnawed at the apples on both sides and pulled the small bag casually. There was also a small box inside. He took out the box with one hand, rubbed his thumb, and the box opened with a "snap".

Yan Shuang's footsteps stopped.

A diamond brooch in the shape of a snowflake lay quietly on the black velvet surface in the box. The snowflakes made of dozens of diamonds refracted dazzling light in the sunlight, cold and expensive.