I Can't Be This Protagonist

Yan Shuang ran out with bare feet, the soles of his feet were covered with a lot of rocks, soil and dust, and he was scratched. He didn't complain of pain when he was injured, but just hugged Ji Yao tightly, as if he wanted to learn something from him. strength.

It's been two months.

Ji Yao suddenly appeared and then disappeared.

Yan Shuang was thrown alone in this villa on the snow mountain, like a traveler lost on an isolated island.

There should be servants in the villa, and there are a lot of bodyguards outside the villa, but they treat him like a transparent person, not to mention communicating, even giving them stingy eyes, they are even more like characters imagined by Yan Shuang .

Under the boundless snow-capped mountains, this small villa is as quiet as a tomb.

The only things that make sound are a couple of TVs.

The TV signal in the mountains is surprisingly poor, and there are only a few pre-recorded programs that are repeated over and over again, and they can only be replayed after they are played to the end.

Same TV show.

Silent snow-capped mountains and dense forests.

Servants and bodyguards who seem to be living and ghosts.

Yan Shuang is the living dead trapped in the tomb, and the only evidence he feels that he is still alive is Ji Yao, who he is holding tightly to at this moment.

Yan Shuang became "better".

Ji Yao carried him into the room, and he wrapped his arms around his neck quietly, neither crying nor fussing, with the tip of his nose resting on the side of Ji Yao's neck, tentatively touching the pulsating veins on his neck.

The fire was burning brightly in the fireplace, Ji Yao hugged him and sat down on the sofa, he touched the soles of his feet, and whispered: "Does it hurt?"

Yan Shuang's expression was a little dazed, and a little mist overflowed from his eyes, "...Ji Yao."

His voice was a little strange.

Hoarse as if a little clumsy.

No one talked to him for a month, and he tried to talk to himself, but he was afraid that he would really become a madman.

So silent, he forced himself not to speak.

Until Ji Yao returned to his world.

Yan Shuang cried, he bent his knees, and wrapped his whole body in Ji Yao's arms, "Ji Yao..."

He kept repeating Ji Yao's name.

As he said before.

He only calls him by his first name now.

Repeatedly as if chanting a spell.

The caster lowered his head, peering into the weeping face from the gap between his shoulders and cheeks.

is poor.

It's really like the disguise he had in front of him in the first place.

Ji Yao reached out to brush his hair away, "The hair is so long."

Yan Shuang's eyes protruded a little from his shoulders, they were still full of tears, and looked very bright, "You don't like it?"

"No," Ji Yao lowered his head and kissed his forehead, "I like it very much."

The milky white bathtub doesn't have enough space to accommodate two grown men.

Almost half of Yan Shuang sat in Ji Yao's arms.

The wound on the foot has been treated, and the faint red mark was slightly blurred after soaking in hot water. Ji Yao asked him again: "Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt."

Ji Yao grabbed his ankle, "Don't lie."

"……pain."

Standing up from the bathtub with a tall and straight body, the sound of "crashing" water seemed to scare Yan Shuang. He grabbed Ji Yao's arm in a panic and hid his hand in his chest, but he didn't dare to say anything to persuade him to stay. .

Ji Yao turned his face back, brushed his long wet hair back from his forehead, and said to his restless eyes, "I won't go."

Yan Shuang pursed his lips. Although he didn't speak, he was expressing his distrust with his eyes.

"You won't lie to me again," Ji Yao bent down and pressed his forehead against his. The steam in the bathroom blurred the eyebrows and eyes of the two of them. He said lightly, "I won't lie to you again. .”

He gently took away Yan Shuang's hand, went to the sink and picked up a glass.

Yan Shuang looked at him lying on his back in the bathtub, his eyes were a little surprised.

Ji Yao smashed the glass.

The debris splashed on the ground, and Yan Shuang said timidly, "Ji Yao, what are you doing?"

The man who broke the glass stepped on the shards himself.

Yan Shuang held the edge of the bathtub, watching Ji Yao walking towards him with some horror, leaving a few looming red footprints on the ground.

Ji Yao lifted his chin, lowered his head and kissed his lips, "It hurts when I accompany you."

"From now on, I will always be with you."

He squatted halfway, with an extremely serious expression on his face, that delicate and beautiful face was as cold and clean as ice and snow, "Would you like it?"

"...I will."

Yan Shuang was wrapped tightly in a large bath towel, and Ji Yao hugged him like a child. After putting him on the bed, Ji Yao sat down and wiped his hair while talking to him.

"Do you remember the first time we met?"

With his back turned to him, Yan Shuang leaned against his arms and grabbed the corner of his clothes with one hand, "I don't remember."

"In the bathroom."

Yan Shuang turned around with a surprised expression on his face, "Bathroom?"

"Well," Ji Yao lowered his head and said calmly, "You seduced me."

Yan Shuang: "..." Bullying him "lost memory", right?

Ji Yao reached out and pressed his lips, "Bump into my arms."

There was an innocent look in Yan's eyes.

"That's it," Ji Yao commented on his eyes coldly, "Pretend to be very innocent to seduce me."

Yan Shuang: "..." It seems to be true.

Ji Yao lowered his head and pecked his lips with his lips.

"I'm so stupid."

"I was seduced by you immediately."

Yan Shuang: "..." Xiao Ji's mouth really doesn't even leave room for scolding himself.

Yan Shuang said: "What happened later?"

"Later," Ji Yao paused, "...we will be together forever."

Those unpleasant parts in the middle don't matter anymore.

Yan Shuang wisely didn't ask, he turned around and hugged Ji Yao's waist, "Don't leave me this time."

His tone sounded very calm, and he tried his best to hide his trembling and panic, revealing only a little bit just right, so that his "hunter" could feel at ease with his achievements.

Ji Yao continued to wipe his hair with a towel, with the same calm tone, "I can promise you first, then leave quietly, disappear for another three months, and come back after that, maybe you will be completely obedient and won't show off in front of me again Your little thought..."

Following his words, the person in his arms began to tremble slowly.

"But I won't do that," the towel was placed on top of his head, Yan Shuang's raised eyes were already filled with tears, and Ji Yao stroked his cheek with his thumb, "It's true."

"Really?" Yan Shuang said with tears in her eyes.

"Well," Ji Yao wiped the corner of his eyes with his thumb, "Really, I said it, I won't lie to you again."

"Then you kiss me."

Ji Yao stared at him, holding his face in his palm, "Why?"

"Why do you want me to kiss you?"

"No reason," Yan Shuang looked a little anxious, he grabbed Ji Yao's collar, tightened it, and then let go of it in panic, he frowned, lowered his head, bit his lower lip lightly, and He raised his face, with inexplicable emotion in his eyes, "...I miss you, Ji Yao."

Ji Yao caressed his face lightly, his palm was warm and dry, his expression finally showed a gentle look as if he was relaxed.

He lowered his head and kissed Yan Shuang's lips, just a little bit.

Yan Shuang continued to look at him, with a touch of nostalgia and reluctance in his eyes.

Ji Yao kissed him again.

Like soft snowflakes falling on people's lips, with a clear fragrance.

Yan Shuang closed his eyes.

He is obedient as a sacrificial offering.

He no longer "show off" his little thoughts, and honestly used the tip of his tongue to keep Ji Yao's lips.

"Ji Yao..." He opened his eyes, his voice was a little anxious, and his face was blushing anxiously and shyly, "Hold me, will you?"

"Why?" Ji Yao asked again.

He seems to be asking Yan Shuang, but also seems to be asking himself.

Yan Shuang met his gaze, his lips trembled, and the expression on his face was constantly struggling in the dull pain. He closed his eyes and flapped his eyelashes vigorously. words.

"……I like you."

It was snowing heavily outside the window.

This snow has never stopped since the first day it fell, and it has continued until today.

An indescribable coldness traveled all over his body, and at the same time, a ball of fire rose violently on Ji Yao's chest.

A slender shadow appeared in the dark fog, she watched him tenderly and nervously, her delicate eyebrows were elegantly frowned, and her pointed nails pinched on his neck, "Xiaoyao, Mom loves you, I just want you to die with your mother, why don't you understand?"

His father took his hand, stood in front of his mother's grave, and taught him contemptuously.

"You can do whatever you want, but don't be like your mother. You love her so much that you die of love."

"Cowardly and stupid!"

"Don't be silent, do you understand what I mean?!"

On the tombstone, his mother was also looking at him with a smile, with a happy look on her face.

She asked him - "Xiaoyao, why don't you understand?"

Ji Yao lowered his face, kissed Yan Shuang's eyes lightly, and the surging heart wave subsided, and then set off even more surging waves.

"I know."

he whispered.

Yan Shuang's eyelashes trembled slightly, and when he was about to open his eyes, he was kissed fiercely by Ji Yao, his shoulders were locked firmly, and he couldn't move, like a butterfly caught in a spider's web.

The handsome and reserved noble son is young and savage in the snowy night.

The slender fingers were tense, with joints sticking out, sinking deeply into the other pair of soft hands.

Rampage, no rules.

Yan Shuang suppressed the voice in his throat, but was smashed to pieces in the chaos.

Cuscuta and its parasites become more and more entangled in each other's flesh and blood, as if they were one.

Sweat ran down the ends of her jet-black hair, dripping hotly between Yan Shuang's brows. It was the warmth that a cold person like Ji Yao had when he melted.

He opened his eyes and saw that Ji Yao's ice-like face was full of suppressed emotions. He opened his lips, and before he could call his name in the future, his lips were covered.

The snow never stopped.

The sunrise on the snow-capped mountains was brilliant and brilliant. The sunlight interspersed with fluttering snowflakes in the air and shone dazzlingly into the room through the floor-to-ceiling windows. More than half of the snow-white silk fell on the ground, forming a black and white contrast with the black marble floor. curtain.

The shadow shook violently.

The sobbing sound changed slightly.

Yan Shuang buried her face in the soft pillow, and grasped the soft pillow with both hands, about to tear it apart.

He held his breath suddenly.

The air in his chest was inflated and let go, he coughed forcefully as if he was exhausted, and the hair on the back of his neck was gently lifted.

"cold?"

Ji Yao's voice is still so cold and elegant.

Yan Shuang finally knew why Ji Yao's indescribable plot was second only to Qi Feiyun.

Qi Feiyun is having fun.

Ji Yao played hard.

He suspected that Ji Yao wanted him to die, and he had evidence.

Even though the pain was blocked, Yan Shuang was still trembling all over.

"It's not cold..." He buried himself in the pillow and sobbed softly, "It hurts."

After a while, he was turned over, revealing a face that was sobbing in the pillow, he glanced at Ji Yao pretending to be wronged, his eyes stopped suddenly, his eyes and nose wrinkled, "Why are you... ..."

Isn't this what happened just now? !

Not buffered? !

It's too much, the gun needs to be changed!

Yan Shuang interrupted directly, shrunk into a ball and hid inside, but was still caught by Ji Yao and hugged by Ji Yao.

Yan Shuang hooked his neck, her expression was still a little timid.

"Got it," Ji Yao said coldly, "I won't do it."

Hearing his tone, Yan Shuang seemed to be saying, "I'll let you go this time, and I'll see how you die next time." He wanted to cry, but he didn't cry. He thought Tiezi, we have plenty of time, so there's no need to hurry, so he hurriedly leaned against Ji On Yao's shoulder, he exhorted, "We still have a lifetime, so we can take our time."

Ji Yao remained silent, reached out and stroked his back lightly, and said lightly, "Is that how you coax your husband as well?"

Yan Shuang: "..." Xiao Ji really knows how to chat.

"Why don't you refute?"

Yan Shuang: "...I don't know how to refute."

Ji Yao carried him to the bathroom, and said slowly as he walked, "You can say that I am your husband."

Yan Shuang: "..." Ha, a master of humor belongs to yes.