I Can't Be This Protagonist

The cold white moonlight shone into the studio through the window, and at that moment, the whole studio became an absurd painting.

The body entwined by the canvas is in the center of the whole painting. Yan Shuang's face showed an expression of indescribable shock at the right time. When the butler raised his footsteps, he finally reacted as if he had woken up from a nightmare.

"go out--"

Wrapping the canvas tightly with one hand, the other hand hastily picked up the things at hand and threw them over.

It is an unsealed paint.

The butler turned his head to avoid it, and the red paint narrowly brushed his temples, splashing on the ground like a murder scene, he stopped in his footsteps, and stood still with his head down.

Qin Yu looked back with a faint smile on his face, "Why are you angry again?"

He was so nonchalant, as if he really didn't know what was wrong with the current situation.

Yan Shuang thought that the fact that Qin Yubai loved to go through the plot made him feel relieved, but sometimes he was too active and always wanted to play other people's scenes.

The role of the green hat is too deep, can he handle it?

"Get out, let him go out!" Yan Shuang pretended to be extremely hurt inside, biting his lips as usual, and the blood on his face faded completely.

Qin Yubai looked at him quietly for a while, with puzzlement in his deep eyes, "Why?"

The tie was hung around his neck casually by him. He exuded a touch of laziness, and his smile was gentlemanly and gentle.

Yan Shuang believed that this person must have this face when discussing business in the mall.

With a hidden knife in his smile, he is insidious.

Yan Shuang clenched his teeth, showing pain, "Qin Yubai, do you insist on humiliating me like this over and over again?"

"What nonsense?" Qin Yu laughed, still calm and calm, "You are overthinking, I don't mean that, he is just a servant, you don't have to pay attention to him."

His pupils shrank slightly, and Yan Shuang was completely stunned as if he was meeting him for the first time.

Shock, anger, sadness... that face showed all the negative emotions, and the calf that was exposed outside the canvas was shaking.

Qin Yubai didn't seem to see Yan Shuang's expression, and said casually: "What are you doing in a daze, why don't you hurry over and clean up."

The butler's footsteps moved, and he floated over like a ghost. Ever since he and Yan Shuang met again, he has been like this, more complete silence, more meager sense of existence.

He didn't even make eye contact with Yan Shuang.

They are like two disconnected ships in the vast sea, losing signal and communication.

He squatted down, calmly picked up Yan Shuang's scattered clothes on the ground, tidied them up, then lowered his head and handed them respectfully to Yan Shuang with both hands.

Yan Shuang didn't go to pick him up, and he never looked at Wei Yichen, and he only looked at Qin Yubai from the beginning to the end.

He watched Qin Yubai tidy up his shirt, put on his coat, and gradually become well-dressed.

"Qin Yubai..." Yan Shuang paused every word, "Are you crazy?"

With his slender fingers fastening the gemstone cufflinks, Qin Yubai raised his eyes, his gaze was gentle, "What's wrong? What did I do wrong? Didn't I be fine just now, why did I turn my face again now?"

He stepped forward slowly, reaching out his hand as if wanting to touch Yan Shuang's face, Yan Shuang turned his face suddenly, and the back of his hand slid across his cheek lightly, the temperature of another person was instantly felt, short and warm.

"You don't want him to clean up, so I'll call someone else, okay?" The tone was pampering and compromised, as if Yan Shuang was making trouble for no reason at the moment.

Yan Shuang's lips trembled slightly, his face was pale, "Let him go out first, I want to get dressed."

"Are you shy?" Qin Yubai smiled lowly, his handsome face came closer, and his warm breath sprayed on Yan Shuang's neck, as intimate as a lover, "As I said, he is just a servant."

"You let him out."

Yan Shuang's eyes were empty, and he just repeated it again.

There was silence in the studio.

The positions of the three of them were like a strange painting, and no one made any further moves.

After a long time, Qin Yubai gave another low laugh. He leaned against Yan Shuang's ear and whispered softly, "Who are you doing this for?"

Yan Shuang's heart trembled, but his disheartened expression remained on his face.

He turned his face and faced Qin Yubai sideways.

That's how they kissed lingeringly just now.

"I don't understand either. If you are doing this now, who are you showing it to?"

The sharp edges and corners that had been withdrawn reappeared.

The tenderness faded away, and the young man who was covered in thorns at first sight came back again.

His indulging was only for a short moment. After being hurt, he immediately countered with a more stubborn and angry posture.

"It was like this last time."

"It's the same this time."

"Are you suspicious of something?"

"Qin Yubai, I said earlier that you have low self-esteem in your heart, but I didn't expect you to have low self-esteem to this extent."

"You have to doubt me and Ji Yao, and you have to doubt me and your housekeeper. I really don't know who you will doubt me with in the future..."

"Qin Yubai," Yan Shuang looked directly at Qin Yubai with blazing eyes, "I've had enough of you."

He put down the canvas and raised his right hand vigorously.

The palm was firmly held a second before fanning that handsome face.

"Snapped--"

Crisp applause resounded through the studio.

Yan Shuang looked at Qin Yubai coldly: Unexpectedly, Master has two hands.

Jun's face was thrown aside, Qin Yubai's expression remained unchanged, but his eyes were slightly cold, and he clasped Yan Shuang's hands tightly in his palms.

"Let go."

"I tell you to let go!"

The canvas slipped, and the snow-white body was exposed to the eyes of the two men at the same time, flawless and flawed at the same time.

The lack of time is his, and the bad deeds are given by others.

Yan Shuang seemed to be stimulated to the limit.

He went all out, frantically struggling, kicking and kicking in the man's arms, waving his arms to hit the man who hurt his heart, regardless of his naked and embarrassed appearance at the moment.

Qin Yubai restrained Yan Shuang while scanning Wei Yichen from the corner of his eye.

The reinstated butler bowed his knees and did not pay any attention to the charming farce. He kept his head down all the time, holding the clothes he picked up on the ground with his hands.

He is the only statue in this studio.

Qin Yubai picked up Yan Shuang, who was writhing, and wrapped Wei Yichen's shirt casually, "Okay, let's stop making trouble, let people see the joke."

"You're the joke—"

Yan Shuang's firepower was fully fired, his eyes were filled with anger, and he brushed the tortured KPI with great joy in his heart.

The emotional line between him and Qin Yubai is pure sadomasochism.

It is impossible to speak well.

Only in this way is the right way for the riddlers to misunderstand and suspect each other.

The more so, the faster the emotional line rises.

But in fact Qin Yubai was wronged.

Because he was right to suspect.

Yan Shuang: smile.jpg.

Qin Yubai walked out of the studio holding the struggling Yan Shuang.

There was only one person left in the studio.

The sound gradually moved away and dropped, until it was completely inaudible, Wei Yichen finally straightened up slowly, his stiff arms drooped, and the coat in his hand slid down to the ground.

With a little effort on his wrist, he quickly picked up the clothes.

The light gray suit is restrained and elegant.

Yan Shuang looked good in clothes, really like a young master who grew up in a wealthy family, without showing any timidity.

The corners of his mouth slightly raised, Wei Yichen's eyes moved down.

Too bad it was stained with paint.

The hem was dyed a bit of dazzling red.

Even if it's just a little bit, it's dirty.

It's good if it's dirty, and if it's dirty, no one will want it or snatch it.

Hanging the coat again in his arms, Wei Yichen patted the folds on it with care - he took it as his birthday present.

The anger on the bed naturally needs to be resolved on the bed.

Qin Yubai carried Yan Shuang back to the bedroom and threw him on the bed.

If words cannot communicate, let the body speak.

The re-dressed shirt was scratched and torn.

Yan Shuang was resisting.

He had never resisted so violently.

Even when it was their first time, he just endured the pain.

The chin was scratched by something sharp, Qin Yubai turned his face, pressed Yan Shuang's collarbone with one hand, and lightly wiped the chin with the other hand, and as expected, he touched a bloodstain.

"roll--"

Crying with hatred.

Qin Yu smiled in vain. He opened Yan Shuang's hand, and the emerald cuffs inside rolled down to the ground, where they were buried in the long carpet with a glimmer of light.

The more Yan Shuang was like this, the more satisfied he was.

This shows that Yan Shuang cares.

He kissed deeply, and the blood from the wound slid into his lover's neck, like a throat-slit wound.

Don't lie to him, don't betray him, don't let him get any handle, just stay by his side obediently like this.

He kissed the bloodstain on Yan Shuang's neck all the way along his lips, took a bite hard, and then gently licked back and forth when Yan Shuang was trembling and screaming, "Okay, it's all over."

So much for his doubts.

It's not because he believed in Wei Yichen or Yan Shuang.

Just - that's enough.

Yan Shuang's resistance did not last long.

Their bodies are all too familiar.

Qin Yubai kissed Yan Shuang's lips, looked at Yan Shuang's eyes filled with tears due to the weakness of his body, and felt a slight movement in his heart, "Stop crying, and I won't make you angry in the future."

Yan Shuang turned her face away, but the tears still fell.

Qin Yubai sighed lightly, and kissed away the tears on his face, "I was wrong."

Yan Shuang remained silent, and when the peak came, he bit Qin Yubai's shoulder forcefully, and then fell down as if exhausted.

The breathing of the two embracing each other changed from fast to slow, both of them were silent, they both had wounds on each other, and each was in pain.

"Qin Yubai..."

Yan Shuang's voice was hoarse, and he said slowly: "The contract... have you really torn it up?"

"real."

Another long silence.

Yan Shuang turned around, with his back to Qin Yubai.

Qin Yubai didn't insist on forcing him. He traced Yan Shuang's beautiful butterfly bones with his fingers, breathed a little heavily, kissed the hair on the back of his head, and said again: "I have passed what happened today. I didn't think about it so much. Doubt as you said, you have to get used to it in the future, you don't have to care so much about the eyes of servants, they..."

"Qin Yubai."

Yan Shuang interrupted him, and his voice had recovered a little bit.

He was completely out of love.

"I admit I really hated you at first."

"If you have two stinky coins, you are self-righteous."

"It's just buying and selling by force."

"I agree to your conditions, just want to finally repay the kindness my adoptive mother has shown me."

"It's not because of how cheap I am."

"You took the initiative to find me, why is it me who is cheap?"

His voice trembled slightly, Qin Yubai felt undisguised fragility from Yan Shuang for the first time.

He has always been so stubborn, as if he was unwilling to bow his head and admit defeat.

Qin Yubai calmed down slightly, and kissed his butterfly bone lightly, "Yes..."

"Listen to me."

Yan Shuang interrupted him again.

Qin Yubai closed his mouth, hugged Yan Shuang from behind with both hands, and lightly pressed his cheek on the back of his head, expressing that he would listen to him seriously.

"You know what? You're really bad."

"You have a bad mouth, and you treat me badly. You always humiliate me, and you don't have a good look at me. I really don't know what I did wrong for you to treat me like this."

"If it's because you hate me, why are you hugging me?"

Tightening his arms slightly, Qin Yubai wanted to say something, but finally held back.

He agreed to listen to Yan Shuang finish.

"Later, you treated me better."

"I don't know if I'm really cheap. If you treat me a little better, I think you may not be so bad."

Self-deprecating laughter came into the ears, and it was particularly harsh when they hugged each other. Qin Yubai couldn't help but tap Yan Shuang's lips with his fingers.

Yan Shuang ignored it, opened and closed his lips, and brushed Qin Yubai's fingertips. He said indifferently: "I admit that when you said to tear up the contract in the garden, I thought for a moment that I might like you."

The pupils shrank sharply in the darkness, and an indescribable numbness and tingling sensation immediately spread throughout Qin Yubai's body.

in this second.

Qin Yubai did not choose the slightest doubt.

He wants to believe it's true.

Moving his fingers to his chin, turning the face around, Qin Yubai looked at Yan Shuang's eyes, those eyes were so clean that there was no trace of impurities, they were shining with tears.

Qin Yubai once swore to himself that he wanted Yan Shuang to cry and beg him.

In an instant, complicated emotions flooded into his chest, Qin Yubai couldn't tell what it was, and could only instinctively lower his head to kiss her.

——Yan Shuang avoided it.

He only kissed a drop of salty tears.

"Qin Yubai."

"let's break up."