I Can't Be This Protagonist

When Yan Shuang was eating, Ji Yao was sitting on the side bandaging his wound, with a very calm posture. Compared with Yan Shuang when he first met him, he had changed a lot. He was still proud, but he lacked the otherworldly fireworks floating in the clouds before. There is a sense of stability after being tempered.

It is true that the illness is getting worse.

Yan Shuang didn't even look at him, and ate alone.

I don't know where Ji Yao found the chef, but it suits his taste quite well.

Hunger strike?It's a hammer, it's enough to say hello, anyway, Xiao Ji has talked about that.

Yan Shuang ate a delicious meal. Ji Yao sat next to him, barely eating, and watched him eat the whole time. Yan Shuang pretended that he didn't exist, wiped his mouth and left without delaying a second. up the stairs.

Ji Yao didn't catch up.

Yan Shuang walked slowly to the second floor, and saw a quiet vase placed at the corner of the second floor of the stairs.

In the place of ice and snow, it is rare to have a few fresh and fragrant white roses in the vase.

Yan Shuang stretched out his hand and caressed the tender petals, slowly traced the elegant bottle body with his fingers, and said softly: "It's a pity."

"Bam—"

The crisp cracking sound suddenly exploded in the quiet villa.

The water poured down along the cracks in the fragments, and Yan Shuang stood in a pile of fragments, counting silently in his heart.

three

two

一

The sound of hurried footsteps came from downstairs on time.

When the footsteps approached, Yan Shuang bent down and picked up a piece of debris from the messy water.

"what are you doing!"

The usual indifferent voice changed its tone when he saw the scene in front of him clearly.

Yan Shuang held the fragment of the vase and turned around leisurely.

Ji Yao propped one hand against the wall on one side of the stairs, his face was frighteningly gloomy, his eyes fixed on the broken vase in Yan's hands, "What are you doing?"

Yan Shuang glanced at him coldly, but he didn't respond, but turned his face away silently, and stretched out his other hand to the pile of debris on the ground.

Before his fingers touched the debris, his wrist was pulled up forcefully, and the other hand was also tightly held by Ji Yao, and his whole body was pulled away from the pile of debris by Ji Yao.

"I asked what you were doing." Ji Yao's tone was cold, and the undercurrent of thin anger surged on his face like ice.

And Yan Shuang didn't seem to be aware of his anger, still pinching the fragment with his fingers, and wrote lightly: "I didn't do anything, I accidentally broke the vase, I will clean it up."

The atmosphere was almost eerily quiet.

The two people who looked at each other were expressionless, and they seemed to be calm and breezy.

Yan Shuang: Who knows who is suffering.

After a long time, Ji Yao let go of Yan Shuang's hand, and went to pick the vase fragment at Yan Shuang's fingertips.

Yan Shuang made a gesture to grab him, but he squeezed his fingertips slightly, and Ji Yao simply curled up the fragments with his palm.

A faint smell of blood immediately filled the air.

Yan Shuang looked at Ji Yao's face.

Ji Yao's expression remained the same, with anger hidden in his eyes, he flicked his palm, and with a "clang", the sharp fragments staggered down the stairs stained with blood, and a bright red drop of blood flowed down the air along his fingertips. Slashed open and landed on the handrail of the stairs.

Yan Shuang stared at the direction where the debris fell, then turned around after a while, and the moment he lifted his foot, he was lifted up into the air.

Subconsciously grabbing Ji Yao's shoulders with both hands, Yan Shuang turned around, "What are you doing?"

Without saying a word, Ji Yao hugged him and carried him forward, took a step and then paused, kicked the slipper on his left foot before continuing to go up, holding Yan Shuang with his bare feet and crossing the corner where the debris was all over the floor.

Yan Shuang looked over his shoulder and stayed on the slipper on the steps.

I ran so fast that I lost one of my shoes.

Arching the bedroom door open with his knees, Ji Yao threw him directly onto the bed.

Yan Shuang bounced on the soft bed, and just about to bend his arms to stand up, his shoulders were pressed.

Ji Yao looked at him condescendingly, his eyelashes covered his eyes, hiding the emotion in his eyes, he said slowly: "Did you do it on purpose?"

Yan Shuang said lightly, "What did I do on purpose?"

The palm holding his shoulder was a little hot, and the sticky wetness was about to soak into Yan Shuang's shoulder through his clothes. Yan Shuang turned his face away, with a disgusted expression, "It smells bad."

It was eerily quiet again.

Ji Yao didn't say a word, his chest rose and fell slowly, as if trying to calm himself down.

After a long time, he let go of his hand and took half a step back, "There are clothes in the closet, change by yourself."

Yan Shuang turned his head to look at the blood stains on the shoulder of the pajamas, sat up, took off his shirt without hesitation, and threw it at the person standing at the end of the bed.

The clothes covered his face, Ji Yao reached out and grabbed the clothes off, raised his eyes, and saw Yan Shuang lying on the bed, stretched out.

"Come on," Yan Shuang patted the bed, "Stop pretending to be a gentleman, just get on it if you want."

The sunlight outside the window came into the house, making Yan Shuang's skin even fairer. He was like carved from white jade, without any blemishes, and his curves and figure were so graceful and moving.

Ji Yao didn't feel the slightest bit of happiness in getting what he wanted.

On the contrary, the anger that was finally suppressed in his chest began to roll in his chest again, and the soft clothes were tightly clenched in the palm of his hand, and the stinging wound became the last warning line for him to maintain his sanity.

Wrapping the pajamas that Yan Shuang took off casually around his palm, Ji Yao opened the closet, took a pajamas and threw it on the bed.

"Put it on."

Yan Shuang: ...Damn it, is this person not good enough?

Yan Shuang raised his face, "Aren't you going to do it?"

Ji Yao's face became more and more ugly, "Put it on."

"I asked you if you want to do something?"

"I'll let you put it on."

"I won't wear it," Yan said while grabbing the waistband of his trousers. "Not only will I not wear it, but I will continue to take it off."

Ji Yao stood at the end of the bed, watching Yan Shuang remove all the clothes on his body.

Beautiful, clean, pure... Ji Yao is willing to use all the beautiful words in the world to describe this body.

He sat on the bed naked, like a drop of dew on a leaf.

Fragile and transparent, it is frightening for him.

"You want me, don't you?" Those bright and charming eyes were full of indifference, "Then come."

The soft cloth was embedded deeper into the wound, Ji Yao said indifferently: "You are cheaper than I imagined."

Yan Shuang smiled, "Really? Do you often imagine me?"

Ji Yao frowned lightly, and the corners of his lips were drawn into a straight line.

Yan Shuang stood up from the bed, stepped on the soft bed with bare feet, and approached Ji Yao who was standing at the end of the bed step by step. He walked very naturally, with his gaze hanging on Ji Yao's face like a hook. In front of him, he approached wantonly.

"You always kiss my lips." Yan Shuang raised one foot, put the sole of his foot on Ji Yao's shoulder, and said lightly, "Don't you want to try kissing other places?"

The fragrance from the skin penetrated into Ji Yao's nostrils.

He put his arms around Yan Shuang's waist.

There is no barrier of clothes, the touch is soft and smooth, and the palm feels like being sucked after touching it, which is an indescribable intimacy.

In the next second, Yan Shuang was pushed down.

Then, he was covered by the oncoming clothes.

"Put it on," Ji Yao's voice was as cold as ice, "sleep."

Yan Shuang: "..."

Okay, Ji Xiahui, you are ruthless, he will remember this account!

From the second day on, Ji Yaoren simply disappeared.

Yan Shuang originally wanted to use the seductive method again, but there was no place to work hard, so he could only undress in the small villa, stretch out his hands to eat, and open his mouth, watching TV and playing games when he had nothing to do.

By the way, I burn incense and pray to Buddha every night to pray for my "good friend" who ran away from home to return soon.

One afternoon about half a month later, Yan Shuang was taking a beautiful bath in the hot spring outside the bedroom. The sun was setting and the snow-capped mountains in the distance were just right. He was lying in the hot spring pool and looking downstairs.

In the woods not far away, a pure black off-road vehicle came galloping, and the person who got off the driver's seat was Ji Xiaoyao, the missing person.

Ji Yao, who had disappeared for half a month, was wearing a dark green hunting suit with a belt around his waist, making his shoulders wider and thinner. He stopped by the car to talk to someone, his face was very serious, and he seemed to be Sensing something, he raised his face.

Yan Shuang looked at him.

After Ji Yao glanced at him, he withdrew his gaze, turned and entered the villa.

After a while, Ji Yao came up.

He pushed open the door of the bathroom, and his short boots fell to the ground, "Take a hot spring?"

Yan Shuang didn't give him a good look, and didn't ask him where he had been for the past half month, and said coldly, "Nonsense."

Ji Yao was not angry either. He took off his gloves and threw them aside, squatted down, soaked his hands in the water, pulled them out after a while, flicked his fingers, and said, "Don't soak for too long."

"Leave me alone."

Ji Yao was silent for a moment, picked up the gloves and sat on the chair by the hot spring.

Yan Shuang buried her neck in the hot spring with restraint, "Can you stop sitting here and staring at me?"

Ji Yao patted the glove on his palm, and said calmly, "Qin Yubai is looking for you."

Yan Shuang: Is there any problem for the son to find his father? !

"Wei Yichen is also looking for you."

Yan Shuang: Does the dog have a problem finding its owner? !

Ji Yao raised his eyes, with a calm expression, "There are quite a few people looking for you."

Yan Shuang looked innocent, "What about my husband?"

Ji Yao sat on the chair and looked at Yan Shuang quietly, and turned his face to look at the snow mountain not far away after a while.

The sun was setting quickly, and the sky was getting darker every second than the last. The clouds in the sky were oppressive and thick gray, as if a storm was brewing.

That night, when Yan Shuang was lying on the bed about to sleep, the bedroom door was pushed open.

Yan Shuang only glanced at Ji Yao, and then continued to pull the quilt to sleep. This buddy always acted like a joke, so he didn't want to accompany him.

Ji Yao walked to the window in silence, stretched out his hand to pull the curtains aside, and stood in front of the French window.

There is a different kind of peace in the bedroom.

Ji Yao stood still, looking out of the dark window. In the night, the outline of the snow peak in the distance became somewhat blurred.

I heard it will snow tonight.

In the darkness, there was a lump in the bed.

Ji Yao sat down by the bed, his vision had gradually adapted to the darkness, and he could clearly see Yan Shuang's soft silhouette.

Looking fixedly at that face, countless sparks of joy jumped out of Ji Yao's brain.

The fingers paused in the air again as they approached the sleeping cheek.

He likes Qin Qing.

What I like about him is appreciation, longing and not disturbing.

What about Yan Shuang?

He abhors his deceit.

He resented him for forgetting everything as if nothing had happened.

...But every time I can't see him, I feel restless.

When I can't see him, I keep thinking of him.

When he saw it, he felt happy for no reason, but sometimes he would be very angry, so angry that he was going crazy, and had to stay away from Yan Shuang for a while, but he thought about it day and night in such an active separation.

How should such contradictory emotions be defined?

Ji Yao lowered his face and pondered for a while, his eyes casually looked out of the window, and his breathing suddenly stopped.

Snowing.

Large flakes of snowflakes drifted in the wind, still white and dazzling in the dark night.

Ji Yao watched quietly for a while, then turned his face, but met Yan Shuang's eyes that opened at some point, Yan Shuang was also looking at the snow outside the window.

"Snowing……"

Yan Shuang's voice was soft.

"Ah."

"What a nice view."

Ji Yao looked out of the window again.

The snow was fast and sharp, pressing down overwhelmingly, as if it was going to drown the whole world, Ji Yao turned around, his eyes lingered on Yan Shuang's face for a moment, he stretched out his hand, and his cold fingers lifted Yan Shuang's chin , his lips lightly pressed against Yan Shuang's lips, without any other meaning, he whispered: "Yes, it's beautiful."