I Can't Be This Protagonist

The living room was eerily quiet.

Qi Feiyun sat on the sofa, with a serious and steady expression, without the slightest hint of intimacy, just like a doctor's most common inquiry to a patient.

Yan Shuang also looked ignorant and pure.

It is estimated that there is no more serious-looking person in the entire apartment than the two of them.

The four eyes meet, the gray spot in Qi Feiyun's pupils is as clear as the light on the tip of a knife, bright and distinct, coldly contrasting Yan Shuang's pretending ignorance face.

I was seen through.

Yan Shuang's staring eyes slowly retracted, and warm liquid flowed from the corners of the eyes. It was unknown whether it was the tears forced out by the stimulation, or the medicine that Qi Feiyun had just dripped into it.

Yan Shuang casually wiped the corners of his eyes with his index finger, and smiled, "Mr. Qi, sometimes it's a virtue not to expose."

Now that you've seen it through, there's no need to pretend anymore.

If it continues, it will only increase the embarrassment of the joke.

Qi Feiyun doesn't look like a person with a sense of humor, so it should be difficult to appreciate his clumsy performance.

If you don't follow this routine, he still has 99 routines ready at any time.

There is always one that suits him.

Qi Feiyun's expression remained unchanged, his eyes were on Yan Shuang.

That kind of strangeness that seems to be nothing finally has an answer.

Pandora's magic box is really tailor-made and well-prepared.

Enthusiastic, energetic, cheerful, innocent, ignorant, afraid of pain, and even an orphan with no care.

Everything is too coincidental.

As if knowing everything he desires most in his heart, he deliberately teased his nerves.

Like a perfectly camouflaged trap, specially designed to trap his prey.

"How do you know?" Qi Feiyun said lightly.

"what do you know?"

Qi Feiyun silently stared at the smiling Yan Shuang, his eyes were extremely oppressive, but Yan Shuang just smiled, as if he looked so funny at the moment.

"my hobby."

After saying these four words, Yan Shuang felt that Qi Feiyun's mood was getting worse little by little.

It is impossible for ordinary people to notice.

The packaging Qi Feiyun gave himself was too good, he always looked so stable, calm and gentle, he seemed to be able to pick up a scalpel and go on stage to treat illnesses and save lives at any time.

But Yan Shuang guessed that when Qi Feiyun took the scalpel, rather than saving someone, he might want to slit someone's throat with a knife, and let the scalding blood shoot out from the blood vessels, splashing all the way to his light gray eyeballs!

Yan Shuang leaned back on the sofa in a relaxed manner, crossed his legs, and said lazily, "Teacher, is it hard to find this? To be honest, I can tell that you It's—" He paused, with a deep smile, "What kind of stuff."

The last word "color", the teeth bit the tip of the tongue lightly, the ending sound is elongated, frivolous and disdainful, the eyes are bent like a crescent moon, and the innocent face is completely different from the tone of innocence.

Qi Feiyun didn't say a word, quiet and elegant, the gray light in the dark eyes was faintly visible, like smoke and mist.

He examined Yan Shuang, from hair to skin, not letting go of a single bit. He tried to see the prototype of the gift through the shell of the box, and figure out what kind of goods the other party was.

Yan Shuang generously let him look at him. If Qi Feiyun is good at disguising, then he is disguising himself.

When Qi Feiyun had seen enough and looked away, Yan Shuang stood up.

Qi Feiyun looked straight ahead and did not continue to follow him.

In the next second, the soft body fell into his arms.

Yan Shuang sat on Qi Feiyun's lap facing each other.

Qi Feiyun's folded hands hung behind him.

There are many ways to get a guy hooked.

He can tailor a dream lover that 100% meets expectations for this person.

It can also become the appearance that this person desires and fears the most.

Give him an angel and he doesn't want it.

Yan Shuang lowered his eyelashes, what else should he try?

The two looked at each other again.

Qi Feiyun's eyes were still so inorganically cold and beautiful, Yan Shuang hooked his neck, his lips were slightly pursed, and his face was full of grievances, "Teacher, what should I do, I'm not the kind of good boy you like."

"The scar on my neck was bitten by a man."

"He's my ex-boyfriend."

"He has violent tendencies. When we met for the first time, I bled a lot..." Yan's eyes were fixed on those calm eyes, carefully capturing the changes of emotions inside, "But... Not only do I not feel any pain," he turned his face, and lightly licked Qi Feiyun's earlobe, with a soft voice, "I also find it very enjoyable."

The sharp teeth bit the man's white earlobe fiercely.

This is a man carved out of white jade.

The shell is flawless, the bad is all inside.

Yan Shuang is trying to figure out the evil soul hidden in Mr. Perfect.

The tip of his hot and humid tongue licked the tooth marks he had just bitten out on the earlobe, and licked gently along the pinna, his lips gently kissed the side of Qi Feiyun's ear, a fierce and roundabout temptation and invitation.

Qi Feiyun remained motionless like a statue, neither rejecting nor responding to Yan Shuang's words and teasing.

If Yan Shuang hadn't seen his Adam's apple rolling up and down from the corner of his eye, and the frequency was much higher than the normal range, he would really have thought that Qi Feiyun had a cold personality.

The last kiss was on the tip of the ear, and the lips touched lightly, Yan Shuang separated from it, and he faced Qi Feiyun again.

That dignified and handsome face still didn't seem to fluctuate at all, but the eyelashes were drooping, and his eyes were fixed on Yan Shuang's plump lips.

"Mr. Qi..." Yan Shuang's fingers lightly grasped the rolling Adam's apple, and his eyelashes were lifted up, a little light jumped out from the eyelashes, "Don't you think it's more interesting to train a bad student?"

There is an unprecedented atmosphere floating in the cold living room.

Like the city of steel suddenly collided with a tropical rainforest.

It was hot and humid.

The colorful poisonous snake wraps around the thick trunk, and its slender body wraps around the big tree again and again. It perches on it, pretending to be the same color as the flowers in the jungle, thinking that it is the king of the jungle, and overwhelmed itself. To provoke something it can't afford to provoke.

Qi Feiyun finally moved.

He withdrew his hand, and the rubber glove lifted Yan Shuang's chin, and said calmly, "How bad is it?"

Yan Shuang turned her head and flashed the finger, smiling slyly, "Mr. Qi, you'll know if you try it?"

Two fingers pinched Yan Shuang's chin again, but Yan Shuang dodged again, Yan Shuang hooked his neck, and said displeasedly: "I don't like these gloves."

He can use Qi Feiyun's plot points first, but extreme sports should be put aside for now.

These gloves can easily make people think of scalpels, hospital beds, and anesthesia, and they are dangerous goods.

"You can take it off."

Qi Feiyun's voice is really a top-level enjoyment for those who hear him.

He doesn't need to do much, just a few words can shake people's minds and make them lose their minds.

Yan Shuang changed back to the obedient card as if surrendered, and reached out to take off Qi Feiyun's gloves with a low eyebrow, but Qi Feiyun avoided it.

Yan Shuang raised his head and met Qi Feiyun's eyes again.

Those eyes are really like the setting sun, the next second is always darker and more magnificent than the last second.

"Use your mouth."

A commanding tone that cannot be refused.

It was the king who gave orders to the slaves.

Yan Shuang was startled, then smiled sweetly, as if he was very interested in this new game, and said softly: "Okay."

He lowered his head, biting his teeth on the outer edge of the glove, his bright eyes were always looking at Qi Feiyun, the eyes were shining with a purer light, this may be his talent, Qi Feiyun thought, he could pretend to be innocent all the time.

With a little force between the teeth, the rubber glove lingered on the palm of his hand. Yan Shuang was exerting force, and his eyes became sharper. He tore off the glove and spat it aside. Yan Shuang licked between his teeth, showing displeasure. Qi Feiyun rubbed her fingers hard, raised her head, the tips of the teeth protruded from her lips, and said with a smile: "Mr. Qi, your fingers are so long."

Covering Yan Shuang's neck with his palms, Qi Feiyun lowered his eyelashes, his eyes lingering on the clusters of blue blood vessels on his slender neck.

"There's one more."

Yan Shuang smiled slightly, and tilted his head, "Let's keep the other one, I'm afraid it will dirty Teacher Qi's hands."

"Master Cui said that Mr. Qi's hands are golden hands, very expensive."

Yan Shuang put his arms around Qi Feiyun's neck again, he bowed his head, his lips were close to him, and he was about to kiss him but he didn't seem to be far away from him, he bit the air in vain, and his upper and lower teeth touched forcefully, he smiled wildly Presumptuously, "I want to try it, how good it is."

The black sofa is produced in Italy. The leather is as soft as human skin. The biggest difference between it and the skin is the color.

Pure and intense black.

Messy and dirty white.

The contrast strongly impacts the human eye.

The white body is full of evidence of crime.

Yan Shuang showed it without shame, hooking Qi Feiyun's ear with his fingers, "Mr. Qi, I'm actually not afraid of pain at all, so you can use a little more force..."

The best thing a surgeon's hand does is hold a scalpel.

Qi Feiyun is used to holding the knife in the piano style, relying on the wrist and fingers to control the scalpel, and the control of power is so precise and strict that it is abnormal.

He knew he was indeed sick.

He has been restraining himself all the time, hiding his shady things tightly.

He is willing to live in a cage all his life.

But now someone... opened that door.

The things inside have been closed for so long that even he himself doesn't know what it has grown into.

"Teacher Qi..." There was pain in the call.

Qi Feiyun knelt on the sofa with one knee, similar to the posture when he was administering medicine to Yan Shuang.

He just wanted to heal him, but now... he wants to damage him.

His white arms wrapped around the sofa behind him like vines. He seemed to be growing on the black sofa. Under the surgeon's control, the soft abdominal cavity was cut open, exposing the bloody internal organs.

The body is completely under control.

All the blood rushed to that hand.

Yan Shuang called Qi Feiyun, he called him by name, also called him teacher, his voice was gentle and arrogant.

Qi Feiyun watched coldly, looking at that innocent face with a pained and fascinated expression.

He ignited him, and in turn infected him with that pent-up pain like a virus.

Gloves rub skin.

Cool to the touch, moist and sticky.

Under the thin skin, the flow of blood exudes youthful, healthy youthful vitality.

Qi Feiyun was fascinated unconsciously, his fingers were like a paintbrush, tracing the clear and beautiful bones of the body with the liquid on the glove.

"Ms. Qi..." Yan Shuang slowed down, Qi Feiyun's fingers made him itchy, he smiled idiotically, turned up, his soft body knelt on the sofa, and put his arms on Qi Feiyun's shoulders, With a smile on his face, he said, "I'll help you too, okay?"

Qi Feiyun lowered his eyes, he was noncommittal, and he didn't speak until Yan Shuang stretched out his hand.

"Use your mouth."

Yan Shuang paused, raised his head and smiled again, "I don't know how, Teacher Qi will teach me, okay?"

Qi Feiyun stared at him, as if trying to discern whether this was another lie.

After a while, he said, "I believe you will learn quickly."

He pinched his cheek with his palm, but Yan Shuang hid him again. He sat on his knees, hugged Qi Feiyun's waist, raised his face and smiled brightly and innocently, "I want Teacher Qi to kiss me first."

He invited a kiss, but his attitude was so casual.

Qi Feiyun lowered her face along that vine-like white arm.

He is 31 years old.

Kiss someone for the first time.

is a boy.

The kissing technique is mellow, brutal and passionate, as if to eat him.

The red lips were slightly thick, plump and full of water, and he said, "Mr. Qi, you are sweet."

Then he lowered his head, stared at it for a moment, raised his face and smiled again, showing his sharp teeth like a little beast, "Let me try whether other places are as sweet as it is."