I Can't Be This Protagonist

The light from the wall lamp was soft, casting a light halo on Yan Shuang's fair and clean side face, and the screen of the mobile phone on his lap reflected a bit of dazzling light.

"What are you looking at?" Qin Yu lay on the bed, closed his eyes but couldn't fall asleep.

Yan Shuang glanced at him, "Is the screen too bright?"

"No light," Qin Yubai asked, "What are you looking at?"

Yan Shuang's face was pale, and his expression seemed to be a little helpless. He turned the phone and turned the screen to Qin Yubai, "Study."

The dense text on the screen shook Qin Yubai's head, he frowned and said, "Why don't you use a computer?"

Yan Shuang withdrew her phone, bowed her head and said nothing.

After Qin Yubai finished speaking, he knew that he had asked a stupid question.

He was silent for a moment, and said: "I have an unused notebook in my study, you can use it."

"No, I'm used to watching on my phone," Yan Shuang glanced at him, "Go to sleep, I'll watch."

Qin Yubai was very awkward.

Yan Shuang talked to him so calmly, he felt very uncomfortable.

"I don't know what to do," Qin Yubai said coldly, "If you tell me to go, go!"

Yan Shuang pursed her lips, and replied coldly, "I don't need your things."

"you--"

Qin Yubai's chest felt tight, and he coughed twice.

Seeing this, Yan Shuang stood up, "Forget it, I'd better call someone else over."

"No...cough cough..." Qin Yubai reached out and grabbed Yan Shuang's wrist, suppressing his cough, Jun's face flushed, and he finished speaking with difficulty, "Don't leave."

Yan Shuang said coldly: "You can either sleep or let me go. I won't quarrel with you."

Qin Yubai struggled a bit, but still said: "Sit down honestly."

Yan Shuang sat down again with a cold face, took out her phone and continued to watch.

Qin Yubai held Yan Shuang's wrist with his hot palm. This person always had a bad face in front of him, with a stubborn and cold temper, and his skin was cold, so it was quite comfortable to hold. Unconsciously, she slid down slowly, and unconsciously held Yan Shuang's hand under the quilt.

By the time he reacted, his hands were intertwined.

Before he moved, Yan Shuang had already pulled his hand hard.

Qin Yubai immediately squeezed Yan Shuang's hand tightly, "What's the trouble?"

"Don't pull me," Yan Shuang said with a bad expression, "You're sweating."

"What's wrong with sweating? Last night..."

Qin Yubai opened his eyes slightly, and looked at Yan Shuang who was covering his mouth above him. His thin oval face was red from chin to cheek, and his eyes like autumn water stared at him fiercely, "Are you going to sleep? Do you want to sleep with me?" gone!"

The scorching breath sprayed on the palm, and then returned to the mouth and nose. The palm and lips merged into a small space, which gradually became hot and humid.

A vague sense of suffocation, breathing slowed down.

The four eyes met, their gazes collided for a short while, they paused for a second, and they immediately dodged and parted tacitly.

The hand that pressed his lips was released suddenly, the air returned to his lungs, and the hand that was held by him also exerted strength, trying to escape from his palm, Qin Yubai took a deep breath, and subconsciously clasped the palm the hand.

The sweat has become very sticky in the two hands with different temperatures, and the two hands are held together greasy.

His heartbeat accelerated inexplicably, his chest felt a little stuffy, and the itching that spread from his throat rushed to his throat. He tried his best to endure it, but still coughed lightly.

Once the coughing starts, it cannot be stopped.

Qin Yubai coughed, turned his face away and pressed it on the pillow, trying to lower the coughing sound as much as possible.

The hand that was held by him took the opportunity to escape.

The palm of his hand became empty in an instant, and his five fingers curled up in vain. Qin Yubai didn't have the strength to grab him, his breathing was stuffy in the soft pillow, and his whole face was burning hot.

His suppressed cough echoed in the quiet room.

And the sound of footsteps gradually moving away from...

He is his servant, but he will run away at every opportunity.

Qin Yubai was both angry and helpless, and felt an unspeakable annoyance in his heart.

Run, wait for him to recover a little bit, he will be able to catch him back immediately, and then punish him well, and liquidate together with today's disappearance!

"Drink some water."

The violent imagination was suddenly cut off.

Qin Yubai tilted his head, revealing half of his face from the pillow, a sickly blush floated on his cheeks, his stern eyes had not yet retracted, he looked like a beast with a wounded head.

Aggrieved.

Yan Shuang thought it was funny, and passed the water glass forward in his hand, "Do you want to drink? If you don't drink, I'll pour it out."

Qin Yu coughed and reached out to take the water glass with a cold face.

The temperature of the glass is just right, warm, just right for the mouth.

The water flowed into the throat, the discomfort was barely suppressed, and the head and face were not so stuffy.

Yan Shuang silently took the water glass from his hand, "Do you want more?"

"No."

Throat is much more comfortable.

Qin Yubai turned over, watched Yan Shuang put the cup aside, then returned to his side, and sat quietly on the bedside, his eyes were stuck to Yan Shuang, seeming nostalgic and vigilant.

"Go to sleep, don't worry about it." Yan Shuang said helplessly.

Qin Yubai had an inexplicable feeling.

It was as if he was a child who made trouble with his family unreasonably during his illness, and Yan Shuang was accommodating him.

Can't think about it anymore.

Qin Yubai closed his eyes, his lips were tightly pressed together, but the eyeballs under his eyelids were still moving.

"My mother..."

Yan Shuang's soft voice sounded, and Qin Yubai frowned slightly.

The atmosphere tonight is too wrong, and Yan Shuang's behavior is also a little abnormal. Is there an attempt on him, trying to impress him with the tragic past?

What to say?

Poor background, missing mother, those clichés to win sympathy?

"She died at your age."

Qin Yubai: "..."

"Almost," Yan Shuang said slowly, "There are probably two or three years left."

Qin Yubai gritted his teeth, "Shut up, I'm going to sleep."

As the medicine took effect, the troubled thoughts were diluted in the irritability and fatigue of the whole day, and drowsiness came over his head, and Qin Yubai fell into a lethargic slumber that seemed to be half awake.

Vaguely, he felt a pain in the back of his hand, and immediately a pair of cool hands covered him and pressed gently.

The hands left too quickly, and he was too deep in sleep to hold them at all.

In the dream, there was a voice that had appeared before, caring about him worriedly, telling him to take care of his health and make sure nothing happened.

who is it?

Is it Qin Qing?

No, not Qin Qing.

Qin Qing won't go out that door.

Who is that?

When Qin Yubai woke up, he felt that his illness was mostly healed, at least the feeling of powerlessness after having a fever had weakened a lot.

The room was empty, and an empty water glass was placed beside the bed.

Qin Yubai stared at the empty water glass for a while, then sat up slowly, took the phone and called the servant to come up.

The servant came up immediately.

"Where are people?" Qin Yu asked in vain.

The servant was confused, "Who is Mr. referring to?"

Qin Yubai's face was cold, and the name rolled on his lips several times before he said unwillingly: "Yan Shuang."

"Mr. Yan said early in the morning that he went out to work."

"Part-time job?!" Qin Yubai coughed lightly, annoyed, "He's seriously ill...go, send someone to bring him back...wait, call Wei Yichen up."

After a while, the loyal butler came up, "Sir, do you have any orders?"

"That fake," Qin Yubai called Yan Shuang naturally in front of the housekeeper who knew the inside story, with a worried expression on his face, "I ran outside early in the morning to find some kind of job, and asked him to come back. If he refuses to come back...tell He, I pay him double his hourly rate."

Others go to pick them up, if they are not guaranteed, they will not be able to pick up people.

Wei Yichen was silent for a moment and did not answer.

"If something goes wrong again," Qin Yubai warned, "I am not Zhang Xudong."

Zhang Xudong is Wei Yichen's former employer, and he is now in jail, and he won't be released in 30 or [-] years.

Qin Yubai sent people in with his own hands, and Wei Yichen also helped.

"Understood," Wei Yichen lowered his head, expressing that he was educated, "I will bring him back as soon as possible."

In the convenience store, Yan Shuang was heating up breakfast for customers.

Today is the weekend, but there are still many people who go to the company early to work overtime.

He himself is one of them.

Passing the heated breakfast to the guests, Yan Shuang smiled and said, "Thank you for coming."

The sound of "Dingling" came, and Yan Shuang raised his head, "Welcome." When he saw the person coming, his smile widened instantly, "... come."

The tall figure stood against the light at the door, with a cold and indifferent expression on his face, and his eyes behind the glasses revealed unfamiliarity and defensiveness, "Mr. Yan, Mr. Qin asked me to take you back."

Yan Shuang looked at him quietly, the smile on the corner of his mouth gradually flattened, and he leaned out of the cash register, showing a sweeter smile, "Welcome! The customers in front, please make room."

The office worker hurried past the person in front of him, gave him a displeased look, and hurriedly took the sandwich and oolong tea to check out. Fortunately, the salesperson's enthusiastic attitude eased his discomfort a little.

"Thank you for coming."

Wei Yichen turned sideways to give up his position, lowered his eyes slightly, and finally walked into the store and stood in front of the cashier.

Yan Shuang lowered his head and took a rag to wipe off the non-existent dust on the table.

"Boss Qin asked you to go back, and he will give you double the hourly salary here."

Business-like, with a cold tone.

The rag slid across the table, and no one responded to him.

The sound of laughter broke the dull atmosphere in the store. A group of teenagers dressed as students entered the store and crowded in front of the freezer to discuss which kind of ice cream to buy.

"There is an event now," Yan Shuang moved over and introduced enthusiastically, "Buy two for half price."

"Really? What about other flavors?"

"These three flavors can be mixed and bought, and they all participate in the event."

"Great."

The convenience store was full of lively fireworks, and Yan Shuang diligently scanned the QR code to register the cash for this group of sweet summer students.

The students were very dissatisfied with the man standing in front of the cash register and occupying the space, and because of the man's too tall figure and cold temperament, they dared not raise any objections, so they could only get together, with strange eyes, and whispered.

Yan Shuang packed bags for the students and handed them to them, completely ignoring Wei Yichen who was standing in front of the cashier.

A thought suddenly popped up in Wei Yichen's mind.

They ignore each other coldly like this...

"Aren't you going?"

Wei Yichen opened his mouth, his tone softened slightly.

Yan Shuang played with the QR code scanner used for cash register, raised his eyes, "Don't go."

There was another "ding bell" at the door.

"Oh, are you annoying? I told you I don't want to eat it. I'm trying to lose weight. This oil is dead."

The girl avoided the pancake that the boy put out to her mouth, "I want to buy a salad."

"Why don't you try it, I added tenderloin, it's delicious."

"Don't eat!"

The girl turned around angrily and went straight to the freezer.

Nan Huan still followed her in a desperate manner, "Are you sure you don't want to eat?"

"If you say you don't eat, you don't eat!"

"Don't eat and pull down."

"Get up and go - get away!"

It's a couple who are arguing.

Wei Yichen curled his fingers in his pockets, and he turned his eyes away, and his eyes fell on Yan Shuang who was playing with a code scanning gun.

"Don't be angry," the boy finally compromised, put his arms around the girl and kissed her on the cheek, and apologized while buying the bill, "Baby, I was wrong."

The girl gave him a charming look, "You are the only one who is annoying."

The two walked out of the convenience store hugging each other sweetly.

The store was quiet again.

The two were silent across the cash register.

Wei Yichen knew well that this was a tug of war.

But from the beginning of this tug of war, he lost.

He has clearly made the decision to quit, but he is still restless, unconsciously indulging in this dangerous game.

It seems that there is really a cause and effect in the world.

He was used to being the executioner who sent people on the road, and finally someone eagerly handed him the side of the sharp knife. He hesitated again and again, but still couldn't bear the urge to hold the sharp weapon.

"I was wrong," said cold words from thin lips, "don't be angry."

Yan Shuang raised his head, his eyes still didn't put people in his eyes, in Wei Yichen's calm face, he suddenly bent his eyes, he stretched out his hand, and put the scanning gun on Wei Yichen's heart, "I won't forgive you."

The vile smile is as bright as a rose, and the eyes are full of the joy of a successful prank - it turns out that he didn't care about it at all, but just regarded his mood as a joke.

There is a kind of masochistic pleasure.

It seems to be hallucinating in the eardrum.

"drop--"

It was the sound of his heart being swept into the shopping cart.