I Can't Be This Protagonist

Yan Shuang bit down the sweet flesh with a "click", closed the box with one hand, threw it back into the bag as before, rubbed his icy hands, and continued on as if nothing had happened.

It is self-evident who gave the gorgeous, precious, and impractical things.

As the two richest of the five scumbags, Qin Yu gave him things for nothing, such as computers and houses, which were actually related to life.

Only Ji Yao, this noble son who does not eat fireworks in the world, would stubbornly want to give him a snow.

Qin Yubai's so-called "love" always has a calculation of weighing the pros and cons. He is an adult and even a businessman, and his thinking can never escape the entanglement of interests.

But Ji Yao is different, in his bones, he is still the boy who is desperate like the wind.

Without saying a word, without even signing his name, he could offer priceless jewels.

As far as he is concerned, maybe he just wanted to convey a farewell word.

His love cost nothing, it was astonishingly expensive.

It was too difficult for "Yan Shuang" not to be tempted by such a person.

Moths fly into the fire, not because the moths are too stupid, but because the fire is so strong and hot that people can't help but want to plunge into it and see how bright the fire will be.

The decoration of the western restaurant is simple and warm. The owner of the restaurant is without exception a friend of Sheng Guangming. He came to the seat and greeted the two of them. Yan Shuang smiled faintly. After the owner said a few words, he went to greet other guests.

Sheng Guangming moved the knife and fork, the enthusiastic smile on his face slowly faded, concern appeared on the brows, "What's the matter, the dishes are not to your liking?"

Yan Shuang lowered his head, scooped up some creamy mushroom soup, and shook his head lightly.

He was not in a good mood tonight, and he had noticed it since Sheng Guangming picked him up at school.

His expression is always sleepy, and he looks absent-minded, as if he has something on his mind.

With his appearance, Sheng Guangming knew who it was for without even guessing.

Even knowing the crux of the problem, there is still nowhere to enlighten.

After talking too much, Sheng Guangming himself felt that he was very long-winded.

"What do you want to do tonight?" Sheng Guangming asked, "Would you like to go to the gym to fight again?"

Yan Shuang still shook his head.

No matter how hard Sheng Guangming tried to adjust the atmosphere, Yan Shuang always looked so neither salty nor bland. Sheng Guangming spoke dryly, but only got him a reluctantly consoling smile, "I'm fine, Just a little tired."

Sheng Guangming didn't expose his lie, but also smiled.

The restaurant is very lively, surrounded by couples and family members traveling together, laughing and laughing together, only the atmosphere at their table is a bit out of place.

"I'm stuffed."

Yan Shuang wiped his mouth.

Sheng Guangming also slowly put down his knife and fork.

"I want to go back to school."

Yan Shuang put down the napkin and smiled at him, looking a little tired.

"Okay, I'll see you off." Sheng Guangming got up as if nothing had happened, and he grabbed the coat hanging on the chair, "Should there be any Christmas-related activities in your university at night?" Looking at Yan Shuang from the corner of the eye, Sheng Guangming prepared The act of dressing stopped.

Yan Shuang's face, which had pretended to be calm all night, was broken, and his expression clearly showed a little pain.

Sheng Guangming immediately realized that he had said the wrong thing.

"Shuangshuang..."

"I'm fine." Yan Shuang stretched out his hand and waved it, his eyes averted, "Let's go."

Sheng Guangming didn't speak any more.

The car was very quiet, with a brisk folk song playing, Yan Shuang almost seemed to be slumped on the car seat, the car window was half open, blowing his black hair wildly, his face was expressionless, the moonlight and the scenery on the street The shadow of the tree jumped across his face.

Sheng Guangming didn't say a word and didn't choose to disturb him.

When people are sad, sometimes what they need may not be comfort, but just silent companionship, just like last night, Yan Shuang needs a warm hug, that's all.

Sheng Guangming parked the car under the shade of a secluded tree in front of the dormitory building.

It's not too late now, but few lights are turned on in the dormitory building. It seems that they are all out for the holidays, and even the school has become more deserted than usual. Along the way, Sheng Guangming sees the lively decorations, but Didn't see much excitement.

After the car stopped, Yan Shuang was still leaning on the car seat. He seemed to be distracted. A bird flew over the tree, causing many leaves to fall. After looking around for a while, he said a redundant word, "Here we are."

He lowered his head, his expression was still sleepwalking, and when he reached out to unbuckle his seat belt, his hand was held.

The temperature of the human body pulled him back a little bit from the wandering dream.

"Are you ok?"

Sheng Guangming's hands are always so warm. He is not afraid of the cold. He comes and goes with T-shirts and jackets, as if he will never run out of heat.

"It's all right."

This is the first time Yan Shuang has said that it's okay tonight.

With prevarication means.

"It's okay" is of course not really "it's okay", it's just that Yan Shuang thought that he couldn't solve his problem, so he didn't bother to say it at all, and Sheng Guangming couldn't let go if he thought clearly.

"Sit down a little longer," Sheng Guangming said, "Just stay with me."

Yan Shuang glanced at him, Sheng Guangming smiled at him, that gentle face was half a shadow of a tree under the moonlight, and it was a bit ghostly and gorgeous, "Don't think about anything, just stay with me, okay?"

He is trying to use his own way to pull Yan Shuang out of the emotional swamp named "Ji Yao".

Yan Shuang accepted his love.

He was still slumped on the car seat, but his left hand interlocked with Sheng Guangming's right hand.

Neither of them spoke quietly.

"Sheng Guangming."

"Ok?"

"I miss him."

The breath in Sheng Guangming's chest was suffocated, he paused, and said slowly: "Then think about it." The fingers he and Yan Shuang clasped tightly, "Don't think about it for too long."

"I can't control myself," Yan Shuang looked depressed, "I can't control thinking about him."

Sheng Guangming told himself that Yan Shuang poured out his thoughts to him, which meant that he walked into Yan Shuang's heart, which was a good thing, but he couldn't control himself, and his heart still felt sour unconsciously.

"hug me."

After a moment of silence, Sheng Guangming unfastened his seat belt. He turned sideways, put his arm around Yan Shuang, and hugged him lightly.

Yan Shuang was not satisfied, and he also untied his seat belt, holding Sheng Guangming's hand with one hand and Sheng Guangming's collar with the other.

The fabric of the T-shirt is elastic, and after being grabbed by a corner, it clings to the body, outlining almost perfect muscle lines.

Yan Shuang's eyes changed again.

"Brother Sheng," the rosy lips became a little dry due to the night wind, "I seem to have been abstinent for a long time."

Sheng Guangming's face was sullen, his Adam's apple rolled slightly.

The distance between the two was too close, and he could clearly see Yan Shuang's eyelashes, hanging down one by one, with the tips slightly upturned, and the light shining from inside seemed to be hooked.

He backed up slightly, and Yan Shuang immediately noticed his movement, his eyes darkened, he let go of his hand, turned around and opened the door and got out of the car.

Sheng Guangming hurriedly followed to stop people, "Yan Shuang—"

Yan Shuang directly opened the hand that came to pull him.

Sheng Guangming persevered in trying to pull people again. He is a boxer after all, so it's not too difficult to hold Yan Shuang. Yan Shuang was held by him, and he stared at him with an ugly expression, "Let go."

"Yan Shuang, listen to my explanation."

Yan Shuang really wanted to say the classic "I don't listen", but he held back and quietly listened to what Sheng Guangming's stupid mouth could say.

"I don't mean anything else," Sheng Guangming frowned, as if he didn't know what to say so as not to make Yan Shuang angry, "I don't think we're at that point yet."

Yan Shuang stared at him with dark eyes, then smiled, looking very relaxed, "I see."

Sheng Guangming was worried, "You know what, don't think about it, you feel sad, and I don't feel good, I can't do anything when I see you like this, I can't make you happy, I feel really useless .”

His sincere confession, in return Yan Shuang said coldly: "You can make me happy on the bed."

"Doing that, will you really be happy?" Sheng Guangming was rarely angry, "Exile yourself like that, be insensitive, will it really make you feel happy, and will it really make you forget him?"

"Yan Shuang, why don't you cherish yourself?!"

Yan Shuang's face darkened completely, as if he had been stabbed in the heart, his eyes burst into anger, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Let go—"

Sheng Guangming was also sullen, his hands still clenched tightly.

"I'll count to three, if you don't let go, I'll pretend I don't know you."

Yan Shuang frowned, his whole body seemed to have thorns, and the unruly energy came up again. He counted the numbers viciously, and when he counted to three, Sheng Guangming still did not let him go. Before Yan Shuang got angry, Sheng Guangming He took his arm and pulled him back to the side of the car with great ease. He opened the rear door and pushed him in.

"what are you doing--"

Yan Shuang fell on the soft leather seat, and when his eyes were spinning, the metal buttons on the trousers around his waist were ripped open brutally.

"Sheng Guangming——" Yan Shuang reacted and began to resist, but Sheng Guangming's strength was astonishing, and he could be firmly restrained with just one arm, and his pants were pulled down directly. Wearing long johns and fucking, he yelled, "Fuck you, let the fuck go of me!"

Got a spanking in the ass.

Yan Shuang is really not sure how strong it is.

There was no pain, but the voice was quite crisp, and the flesh rolled up and down like waves. Yan Shuang trembled, and the voice became softer, "You hit me..."

"You were the one who beat you," Sheng Guangming said in a harsh tone, not at all as gentle as usual, "Yes, I can't control you, and I don't want to control you, but I will control you today. You can scold me or pretend you don't know me. , with me here, I just can't see you humiliating yourself like this."

Yan Shuang was lying on the back seat, panting heavily in his chest, and it took him a long time to calm down. He turned his face, his eyes were red, "Just be reasonable, why hit me, you are a domestic violence, you..."

Sheng Guangming was blocked at the door of the car like a mountain. Hearing Yan Shuang's voice softened, his tough attitude softened, and he loosened his hand, "Does it hurt?"

Yan Shuang got up, put his hands under his buttocks, and muttered in a low voice, "You'll know if you let me try it."

Seeing that he seemed to have recovered a bit, Sheng Guangming felt relieved, but his face was still stiff, "I hit you, it was my fault, you hit back."

Yan Shuang glanced at him, "You are full of muscles, if I hit you, you won't hurt at all."

"Then tell me what to do."

"The place that hurts from you, rub it for me."

Sheng Guangming's face darkened again, "I think the beating didn't hurt enough."

In the end, Sheng Guangming went upstairs with Yan Shuang on his back.

Yan Shuang lay on his back and pulled his ears, leaning his lips against his ears and blowing, "Sheng Guangming, you were so brave just now, you dared to spank my ass."

Sheng Guangming didn't care. He pulled his ears and said: "No matter how sad you are, you can't ruin your body. Don't invite someone you don't like lightly. Men are beasts in this respect. They won't pity you, they will only treat you If you vent your desires on yourself, in the end, you will only be more sad."

Yan Shuang was playing with his earlobe, and suddenly leaned up and kissed the tip of his ear.

Sheng Guangming paused, and Yan Shuang said, "I just want to kiss, not because I'm sad."

Sheng Guangming supported him to move forward, and put him down at the door of the dormitory. He looked at Yan Shuang and said, "When you really have a good impression of me, you can let me know and I will accompany you to the end."

Yan Shuang looked awkward, "Then you won't be able to wait in this life." After he finished speaking, he opened the door of the dormitory and entered, running fast, Sheng Guangming still did not miss the flash of blush on Yan Shuang's face.

He stood outside the dormitory door, through the thin dormitory door, whispered: "I will wait for you, when you no longer like him."

"Shuangshuang, I know that I am not good enough to make you forget him, but I will work hard, and when your heart is empty, I will fill it up so that you can never think of him again."

Through the door, without seeing each other, Sheng Guangming's language became much smoother. He whispered his love language outside the door. Inside the door, in the dark dormitory, Yan Shuang was being forced to lean against the door, with the tip of his nose full of There was an elegant cold fragrance, and his neat and slender figure in the darkness was covering him, and those eyes, which were more expensive and colder than gems, locked him firmly in the darkness.

Leng Xiang approached suddenly, and a cold and sarcastic voice came from his ear, "He is absolutely devoted to you."

Across the door, behind him is a man who is sincerely willing to accompany him through the years, but in front of him is the noble son who repeatedly abandons him exuding an unattainable aura.

Ji Yao may have come from a certain banquet, and there was a white rose pinned to his chest, exuding a faint fragrance. After a while, Yan Shuang's drooping chin was lifted.

Those eyes looked at him indifferently, with scrutiny, hatred, pain... and lingering fascination.

"Shuangshuang, I like you, I like you more today than yesterday."

The cold breath invaded his mouth in the words of the confession outside the door, and the palm tightly grasped the suit of the person in front of him, the soft petals were crushed and fell from the fingertips, Yan Shuang's back was pressed against The door, under the increasingly forceful kisses of the person in front of him, couldn't help but slam down the fragile door behind him.

"Bam—"

The loud sound of a human body hitting the door panel echoed in the silent dormitory building.

"Shuangshuang?" Sheng Guangming outside the door asked alertly, "What's the matter, has something happened?"

Yan Shuang looked up at the handsome and indifferent face in the darkness, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, and under Ji Yao's condescending gaze, he slowly opened his mouth, "...it's okay."