I Can't Be This Protagonist

Facing a friend's invitation to stay overnight, Qi Feiyun responded in the affirmative, but declined the other party's suggestion to watch the New Year's Eve party together, and entered the guest bedroom alone.

His friend also lived alone like him, the guest bedroom was deserted, the bed was leaning against the wall, and the light-colored bedding was not warm at all. Qi Feiyun stood in front of the window and looked out the window.

In the vast night, I don't know the geometry of the road ahead.

Year after year, it goes by so fast.

When Qi Feiyun thought about it, he laughed secretly if he was old, and he would feel this kind of emotion. He took a cigarette from his pocket and put it on his fingertips. He didn't light it because he was in a friend's house, and the aroma of the tobacco was very slow. When it reached the tip of his nose, there was only a very faint wisp, which was long and shallow, but it was also very comfortable.

Qi Feiyun didn't know how long she stood there, when the sound of "bang bang" fireworks blooming faintly came from outside the window.

A large number of gorgeous and bright fireworks bloomed in the dark night, and a colorful world was reflected in the gray pupils.

The world outside must be very lively.

"boom--"

There seemed to be a very slight sound.

But it didn't seem to come from outside the window.

There were a few more faint sounds, Qi Feiyun frowned slightly, followed the sound and turned his face, his smoky pupils swept towards the wall opposite the head of the bed.

Two more "bang bang" fireworks exploded outside the window, and the falling fragments of light reflected Qi Feiyun's side face in the darkness with a clear outline.

He stood still for a while, then moved his feet, and stood facing the wall like a wall.

The closer distance made the originally elusive sound real.

"Bang bang bang-"

It seems that on the opposite side of a wall, someone is hitting something, the frequency is fast and fierce, and it is very rhythmically continuous.

Qi Feiyun stood quietly for a while, and slowly put the smoke from her fingertips into her lips.

The fireworks are beautiful, but it's a pity...not for him to watch.

When Sheng Guangming woke up, he opened his eyes suddenly. When the ceiling came into view, his head was still dizzy, as if he had been hungover from a night. He turned his face and saw a white and pure face. With thick eyelashes covering the eyes, the red lips are slightly pouty, slightly red and swollen, as if begging for a kiss.

The heart felt like it had been thumped violently, and the heart rate rose sharply.

The chaotic memory fragments of last night squeezed into his brain.

【In the bathroom, he was forced to retreat in a corner, hugging his slender waist at a loss.

Suddenly they started kissing.

And then... it got out of control. 】

Sheng Guangming looked at the person who was pillowing on his arm. He was useless last night because he was unprepared... His eyes glanced at the bag on the bedside table, and another fragment of memory flashed.

【"Brother Sheng, do you want to use..."

"No."】

The response was extremely short because of the urgency. When I think about it when I wake up, Sheng Guangming really thinks that the person last night must not be him!

How can you be so anxious.

It was like completely losing my mind.

Sheng Guangming closed his eyes, turned his face away annoyed, stretched out his other arm from under the quilt, and squeezed his temple, he felt a tingling pain on the back of his hand.

【"pain……"

The top of her head hit the backrest of the bed, and her pretty face wrinkled instantly.

He kissed him, and thoughtfully stretched out his arms in front of the bed to prevent the top of his head from being injured again.

So the soft top of the hair hit his palm time and time again, the knuckles on the back of the hand were constantly being rubbed, and soon became red, swollen and hot...]

Sheng Guangming stared at the large area of ​​redness and swelling on the back of his hand, and his face gradually turned red.

It's not gentle.

Sheng Guangming scolded himself silently, turned his face, and met the sleeping face that looked completely harmless, his eyes gradually softened.

Until now, he seems to have the real feeling - they are really together.

Last night, he hugged him as a boyfriend...

Sheng Guangming leaned over slightly, and put his lips close to those two red lips. As soon as he kissed, more memory fragments rushed in, and a muffled hum with a smile sounded in the room.

"So energetic early in the morning?"

Sheng Guangming's face was flushed, and he looked at the person who seemed to have just woken up from a dream.

Yan Shuang's expression was lazy and tired, his eyelashes were half closed, the corners of his mouth were curled up, his voice was a little hazy like a dream but not a dream, "It's amazing." He lightly hooked Sheng Guangming's earlobe with his fingers, and kissed back gently.

Waking up in the morning, he and his lover who spent a good night were rubbing hands together on the bed. The light in the room was dim and hazy. Everything seemed like a dream within a dream. Sheng Guangming was extremely satisfied. He hugged the soft body in his arms and said solemnly: "Shuangshuang, I will Responsible."

Yan Shuang was stunned for a moment, then he rolled his eyes and raised his lips plumply. He smiled and said, "How are you responsible?"

"I'll marry you."

The handsome face is full of seriousness.

Yan Shuang watched him with a smile, his eyes were soft and almost loving, as if looking at an ignorant child, he leaned over and kissed his lips lightly, "I won't take what a man says on the bed seriously."

"I'm serious." Sheng Guangming said eagerly.

"Understood." Yan Shuang was still a little casual and lazy, and pressed his forehead against his forehead, and said in a low voice, "Promise me, the next person who will sleep with you, don't marry him so soon, okay ?"

Sheng Guangming was about to die of anxiety, he pushed his forehead up, his eyes met his eyes, his firm eyes revealed his stubbornness, "There will be no next one."

Yan Shuang stopped laughing.

He avoided his gaze, put his arms around his shoulders, and leaned his face against his chest, "Brother Sheng."

"Ah."

"Don't like someone who doesn't like you too much, it will hurt."

Sheng Guangming was silent for a long time, his arms tightened, he kissed Yan Shuang lightly on the head, and said calmly, "I know."

Yan Shuang lay in his arms, quiet and obedient, breathing on his skin, Sheng Guangming felt that he was happy at this moment.

"I started boxing when I was 11 years old," he whispered, rubbing the soft hair in his arms. "In the first year of boxing, I only learned one thing."

"what?"

"Beating."

Yan Shuang laughed out loud.

"What happened later? What about the second year?"

"I learned one more thing."

"Beat someone else?"

"No," Sheng Guangming lowered his head, watched Yan Shuang's round hair, and said softly, "It's a scientific way to get beaten."

Yan Shuang laughed tremblingly in his arms.

Sheng Guangming waited for him to laugh enough, then lowered his head and kissed his cheek again, "I have a lot of experience about getting hurt, so you don't have to worry about me."

There was still a residual smile on Yan Shuang's face, and his eyes were slightly moved, "Brother Sheng, thank you."

"Thanks for what?"

"Thank you for liking me."

Sheng Guangming watched him silently, and he thought that if Yan Shuang could turn "thank you" into "like", that day might be the day when he would truly be happy.

"You're welcome," Sheng Guangming lowered his head and kissed his eyes, "You deserve it."

The two talked on the bed for a while, and when the atmosphere was up, they began to kiss again.

Between lovers, many things seem to be taken for granted.

Tender, lingering, inseparable mornings, the urge to spend the whole day with this person.

It was almost noon when they got up, and after the two of them tidied up, Sheng Guangming proposed to eat outside, and Yan Shuang readily agreed.

Yan Shuang was in a good mood. While the plot points were fully developed overnight, Sheng Guangming's relationship line also took a big step forward. He even mentioned marriage. If this progress continues, by the time of the New Year, Sheng Guangming's this The line is almost over.

When the two went downstairs holding hands, it was unfortunate, or rather coincidental, that Qi Feiyun was standing beside the car downstairs, and he watched the two walking hand in hand with unpredictable expressions on his face.

When Sheng Guangming saw him, he was not as depressed as last night, and Yan Shuang's attitude gave him confidence.

Yes, Qi Feiyun had been intimate with Yan Shuang for a period of time, but he is the one with Yan Shuang now, as long as he sticks to this point, he can't show cowardice, he didn't even fight, how could he surrender before fighting?

Sheng Guangming cheered himself up and said generously, "Doctor Qi, are you going back?"

Qi Feiyun nodded slightly, "Yes."

"Happy New Year," Sheng Guangming took Yan Shuang's hand and said politely, "Shuangshuang and I are going to a friend's shop for lunch, shall we go together?"

Qi Feiyun glanced calmly over Sheng Guangming's calm face and the two hands clasped tightly, and the corners of his mouth slightly hooked, "Is it convenient?"

When Sheng Guangming was about to answer, Yan Shuang gently pulled his hand, Sheng Guangming stopped, turned his face to look at the people around him, Yan Shuang said lightly, "It's not convenient."

The atmosphere froze for a moment.

Sheng Guangming's heart was inexplicably suspended, but Qi Feiyun, who was rejected, still looked calm and composed, "Really, then forget it."

Yan Shuang said: "Mr. Qi, I have something to tell you."

After he finished speaking, Sheng Guangming couldn't help shaking his hand, but Yan Shuang didn't respond.

Qi Feiyun opened the car door and made a gesture of invitation.

Yan Shuang stood still, "Let's talk here."

The expressions on the faces of the two men changed at the same time, Sheng Guangming was surprised and uncertain, but Qi Feiyun put away that relaxed attitude.

"Ms. Qi, I did maintain a relationship with you for a period of time before."

As soon as he opened his mouth, the hand holding him trembled even more. The tall man beside him lowered his head and said nothing, and Yan Shuang could feel the air pressure around him drop pitifully again.

Qi Feiyun held the door of the car with his hands, and looked at the indifferent man quietly, his intuition was sending out danger signals, but his footsteps stubbornly stood still.

Yan Shuang continued to say in a calm tone: "You know what happened at that time, and those days were for me..." He paused, and tightened the hand of the person beside him before continuing Said: "...meaningless."

Sheng Guangming, who lowered his head and listened silently, suddenly raised his face and stared at Yan Shuang's face brightly, while Yan Shuang continued talking as if he didn't notice.

"I thought we had the same ideas, so I took your car without any scruples last night."

"But it seems that something is wrong, so let me make it clear."

Although he was slightly looking up at the person in front of him, his posture was so arrogant and indifferent.

Qi Feiyun remained motionless, and his expression did not change at all, making one wonder whether he was listening or not.

"Now I have a boyfriend."

Yan Shuang raised the hands they shook, and solemnly said to the man who was watching him: "I plan to seriously develop this relationship with him."

"So please keep a distance from me and my boyfriend in the future. I don't want my boyfriend to misunderstand or be unhappy about our relationship."

"If you didn't mean that, then I apologize to you."

After Yan Shuang finished speaking unhurriedly, the two men were as quiet as if they had lost their voices.

Sheng Guangming looked at Yan Shuang as if he had lost his soul, his head was like boiling water, and everything was in a mess. He was immersed in great joy, as if he found that the lottery ticket was in his hand after the lottery was drawn, but he couldn't help it. A believable speculator—and the one who failed was right across from him.

"I'm going on a date with my boyfriend."

Yan Shuang's tone was relaxed, he put down his hand, and bent slightly towards Qi Feiyun.

"Happy New Year, goodbye."