I Can't Be This Protagonist

The footsteps outside the door gradually faded away, but the kiss inside the door became more and more wanton.

Yan Shuang's waist was clenched tightly, and his tongue was numb from the kiss. The palm of his hand clutching the suit pulled and pushed hard, but he entangled more and more tightly with the person who kissed him as if he wanted to refuse and greet him.

Breathing heavily in his nasal cavity, Yan Shuang made a vague voice of refusal, stretched out his hand and fumbled on the wall behind him, and finally he touched the light of the indoor light.

With a sound of "啪——", the darkness was dispelled, and Yan Shuang pushed the person away at the same time.

Eyes blinked vigorously for several times in the sudden bright light before they were fully opened. Yan Shuang glanced at Ji Yao under the lamp, and was almost dazzled by his handsomeness.

Ji Yao has always been dressed as a student, and it is rare to dress so formally like today. The light gray suit is a bit frivolous, but it is very suppressed on him, and he has a sense of restraint and coquettishness when he wears it abruptly. Especially his eyes, so contemptuous and haughty, this is the most expensive decoration on his body.

"Are you crazy?" Yan Shuang, facing the peerless handsome man, was still merciless, with an extremely bad attitude, "It's disgusting." In order to express his disgust, Yan Shuang turned his face away and let out a "bah", and used the back of his hand wiped his lips.

Ji Yao stood under the light in the center of the dormitory, put his hands in his pockets leisurely, lifted up the corner of his suit, and looked coldly at the person he had kissed fiercely in the dark just now.

After Yan Shuang looked at him, he turned around and opened the door. The cold wind came in from the outside, blowing away the slightly warm air in the room, and shattering his words, "Get out——"

The kiss in the dark seemed to be ignored by both of them.

They still faithfully acted as much as they hated each other the last time they met.

Ji Yao watched him quietly for a while, then pulled out a hand from his pocket, walked leisurely to the door, but closed the door again with his hand, and at the same time trapped Yan Shuang between the door and him.

Yan Shuang glared at him angrily, but before he could speak, Ji Yao's first words after turning on the light - "Why do you sleep in my bed?"

Yan's pupils trembled slightly.

Ji Yao saw the unprepared panic on Yan Shuang's face, and his chest approached again. He leaned down and approached Yan Shuang's ear, his voice was elegant and cold, "Isn't it disgusting?"

The air in the room suddenly froze, Yan Shuang was trapped in his arms, his eyes were hesitating, and the eloquent person suddenly became dumb. After a moment of panic on his face, he calmly said: "You have moved out, then Not your bed."

Ji Yao stared into his eyes, "Lie."

Yan Shuang's eyes flickered, "I didn't."

Ji Yao didn't entangle him with this topic like before, but grabbed his arm, pulled him into his arms, and dragged Yan Shuang to the bedside like a hostage.

The single dormitory bed was narrow and tidy. Ji Yao put his legs forward and pushed the person in his arms against the bed, controlled him with one hand, and lifted the quilt with the other.

There is no air-conditioning in the dormitory, and most people choose to cover themselves with two quilts in winter, and Yan Shuang is no exception.

His bed was covered with a quilt issued by the school, and the quilt next to his body... was the quilt that Ji Yao didn't take away.

The snow-white quilt looked a little old due to several washes, and it looked more like the old feeling of the owner's personal favorite. Under the striped quilt of the school, it looked shiny, charming and elegant.

"Why are you covering me with the quilt?"

Yan Shuang avoided the hot air, and said in a stiff tone, "It's cold, I don't have money to buy a quilt."

"lie."

Yan Shuang: Ah bah, I thought everyone was as hard-spoken as you, but everything I said was true!

The atmosphere suddenly became stagnant again, and Yan Shuang lowered his face, neither explained nor refuted, as if he had acquiesced to his mistake.

Ji Yao wrapped his arms around his shoulders, and the person in his arms was still the same as before, exuding a faint citrus aroma.

The source should be the cheap shower gel in the bathroom of the dormitory, which is placed in the most conspicuous position on the supermarket shelves, and it is discounted or sold in bundles almost every day of the year.

The aroma is a purely industrial product without any natural ingredients. The stimulation to people's sense of smell is straightforward and superficial, and there is no attractive part except that it makes people feel bored.

But Yan Shuang smelled different.

The tip of his nose lightly leaned against his drooping neck, and Ji Yao smelled the long-lost smell again.

This smell frequently appeared in his dreams, disturbing his restlessness.

What about Yan Shuang?

Sleeping on his bed, covered with his quilt, do you also smell his smell, and recall the bits and pieces that happened between them in your dreams?

"what are you doing……"

Ji Yao was immersed in his thoughts, and when he came back to his senses, he realized that the tip of his nose had rested on the back of Yan Shuang's fair neck.

The aroma came to him continuously.

He took a deep breath, "You used perfume."

Yan Shuang sneered, "Not only is your brain sick, but your nose is also sick."

Ji Yao turned a deaf ear to his venomous words, pressed the tip of his nose against his skin, and took a deeper breath of the scent of the man in his arms. His tall nose was crushed against the skin on the back of his neck. La Jiyao trapped his hand, "Are you sick? You..."

The hands were also clasped in reverse.

The fingers are also intertwined, but Ji Yao's fingers are slightly cool, with a touch like cold jade, with distinct joints embedded in the fingers, so strong and full of presence.

Yan Shuang dodged and moved his neck away, the coat he was wearing fell between the entanglements, revealing his white and slender neck, and the collar of his sweater was also rubbed off. He seemed to be entangled by a beast, constantly being absorbed by the smell of his body, At the same time, there is a hint of danger that comes with it.

A kiss was suddenly branded on the back of the neck.

The force is extremely heavy, the lips are hot and powerful, and it is easy to touch it, but it seems to leave a certain mark.

Yan Shuang's twisted face was found again, his lips pressed together and locked, they tentatively touched and parted, followed by a strong wet kiss.

Before he knew it, Yan Shuang's fingers had been released, but he didn't push Ji Yao away, but took the initiative to put his arms around Ji Yao's neck, his knees softened, and he fell into the narrow single bed with him .

When his body fell into the soft bed, Yan Shuang came back to his senses as if he had woken up. He suddenly avoided Ji Yao's chasing kiss, and stretched out his hand to push away the man who was about to lose his mind.

The dormitory was obviously quiet, but it seemed extremely noisy.

Breathing sounds of different frequencies collided with each other in the hot winter air.

Slowly, the breathing of both of them calmed down.

Yan Shuang lay on the bed, covering his eyes with his arms, "What do you think?"

"What are we doing like this?"

Silence spread in the air.

"Ji Yao," the rosy lips parted, trembling a few times, before slowly saying, "Do you hate me... or do you like me?"

It was still an unspeakable silence.

"like."

When the cold voice came, Yan Shuang was shaken all over, he moved his arms away, and couldn't hide the astonishment on his face, "You..."

"Are you dreaming?" Ji Yao leaned on top of him, looked into his eyes, and finished the sentence indifferently.

The astonished look on Yan Shuang's face has not faded, and she just froze there.

The reason why your son is so desirable is not only his outstanding appearance, but also the arrogance engraved in his soul that is deep in his bones. He does not bow his head to anyone, which is why others are willing to bow their heads for him.

Ji Yao looked at Yan Shuang's unexpectedly shocked expression, and many thoughts flashed through his mind. He stood up and looked down at Yan Shuang, whose face was still frozen, "You are nothing."

Yan Shuang looked at him, his expression gradually changed back to relaxed and disdainful, "Since I'm nothing, please don't come over again and again, kissing forcefully and... It's like a pervert..." His face gradually turned red with anger, and he stretched out his finger to the door, "Get out!"

"This is my bed." Ji Yao said lightly.

Yan Shuang sat up without saying a word.

"Boom-"

There was a loud sound when the top of his head hit the upper bunk. Yan Shuang didn't feel any pain, and he still touched his head subconsciously. He didn't touch his head. Ji Yao's movements were faster than his. The proud man had already bent down to hug his head.

"do not move."

His tone was cold and fierce, but the movements of his hands carefully brushed away Yan Shuang's black hair.

"Swollen."

After plainly announcing his injury, Ji Yao let go of his soft hair.

"Fuck you, I knew that as soon as I saw you, nothing would happen..."

Ji Yaoyou cursed Yan Shuang a few words, put his arm on his shoulder, and pressed his face to his chest.

The sound of the heart beating in the chest came from the eardrum.

Powerful and fast.

Looks like he's flustered.

Yan Shuang raised his head, but only saw Ji Yao's expressionless and unconcerned face, "I have been in constant trouble since the first time I saw you, you really annoy me."

"...then you go," Yan Shuang said calmly, without any more bad words, "you go, I will never take the initiative to bother you in the future."

After Yan Shuang finished speaking, Ji Yao actually let him go, and he walked away without sloppiness, without even turning his head.

Yan Shuang: "..." If you don't close the door casually, get out of here!

The suit was pulled into a mess, and Ji Yao went downstairs to straighten his neckline. The aroma of citrus seemed to be lingering around him, his brows were furrowed little by little, and he stopped at the last step. He turned around, his eyes streaming Showing a heat that is completely different from his indifferent expression.

After staring deeply for a long time, he stepped out of the dormitory building.

The campus late at night was more lively than before. Students who went out to play came back one after another, and they hung shoulders and backs in groups, laughing and laughing. Ji Yao glanced at the crowd and inevitably remembered that he had been with Yan Shuang's time together.

Can't think any more.

Tonight is already out of line.

A black luxury car was quietly parked at the back door of the campus. Ji Yao approached, just as his hand touched the handlebar, when the whole car lit up, strong lights from the opposite side also shone.

Ji Yao narrowed his eyes slightly.

Get out of the car.

In winter, he was still dressed thinly and neatly, with only a jacket and a T-shirt. He was tall and strong, exuding a sense of oppression. He was looking expressionlessly at the slightly disheveled Ji in the intersecting lights. remote.

The smoke from his fingertips fell to the ground and was crushed by his leather boots. He sneered.

"Oh it's you."