I Can't Be This Protagonist

Qi Feiyun was born in a family full of Christians.

Three generations live under the same roof, and each family member shares the same beliefs.

The most pure and abstinent family raises the most stable and excellent child. He grows up little by little, from a child to a teenager, a young man, and then into a man.

There is no desire in his life.

The more forbidden, the more delusional.

The long and dense eyelashes fluttered slightly, and the light in the eyes was still so clean, looking up at him, as if he didn't know what he had done out of the ordinary.

Everything seemed so natural to him.

Yan Shuang leaned back, and the tip of his tongue vaguely protruded from his lips. He didn't think there was anything wrong with giving up halfway, so he stretched out his hand to grab Qi Feiyun's waist.

Qi Feiyun is narrow and strong, with well-proportioned and undulating muscle lines, like some kind of vigorous feline animal, without any extra burden and waste, Yan smiled at him, "Mr. Qi, I'm tired, let's change the way, okay? "

He hinted to him that the ends of the corners of his eyes had already been entwined quietly.

Qi Feiyun still looked at him condescendingly, raised his hand to take off his gloves, and pressed his fingers over Yan Shuang's lips, "No."

The cold rejection seemed less cruel in the slightly hoarse, more charming voice.

Qi Feiyun looked at that pretty face with a fierce and displeased expression, like a child who can't get candy.

"why?"

Yan Shuang didn't believe it, Qi Feiyun didn't want to.

It's all on the line, so why pretend to be innocent here.

Qi Feiyun gently caressed Yan Shuang's face, his eyes were prudent and aloof.

Yan Shuang was startled, then smiled sweetly, "Mr. Qi," he said clearly, "Are you afraid of getting sick?"

Qi Feiyun just looked at him, the way a doctor looks at a patient.

Those dilapidated organs are riddled with holes, but they have a different kind of magnificence that is close to death.

Yan Shuang lay down discouraged, with his hands behind his head, tiptoes raised, and said casually, "I'll give you 3 minutes to go downstairs to buy a set." He tilted his head slightly, smiling brightly, "Or , you can ask the neighbor to borrow it."

Qi Feiyun knelt beside him, motionless, grabbing Yan Shuang's knee with both hands, and dragged him to his side, "mouth."

Yan Shuang shook his head, and whispered a word, "No."

"Either sleep with me, or sleep with your left or right hand," Yan Shuang's eyes were cold, completely different from his body's indifference and disdain, "I will not let you down."

This is indeed a bad boy.

Treat sex as casual as eating and drinking.

Whoever takes a fancy to it will do everything possible to get it.

After getting what you want, you may just walk away.

"Cut, old men are troublesome." Yan Shuang sat up, bent over to pick up the T-shirt that fell on the floor, "I won't let anyone wear a condom if they want to, Mr. Qi, you look like a clean and good man I made an exception." He put on the T-shirt first, and then put on the pants, and regardless of his high spirits, he put it on casually, and muttered, "I'm over 30, and I'm not a virgin, I'm poor. Pay attention to what."

Every sentence seems to be unintentional, but in fact, it is deliberately piercing Qi Feiyun's body hard.

As expected, the waist was pulled over.

Yan Shuang was lying in Qi Feiyun's arms, with a smile on his face again, stretched out his arms to hug Qi Feiyun's neck, his voice was soft and soft, "Mr. Qi, don't worry, I'm clean," he stretched his arms hard, Slowly raising his head again, his lips stuck to Qi Feiyun's dry lips, licking again and again, "Is it interesting to live so tired?"

"Big deal... I'll die with you..."

A certain nerve in the brain snapped.

Yan Shuang was pressed against his shoulders, and screamed, his tone was full of excitement and joy, "Mr. Qi, the bone on your shoulder is touching my stomach, I'm going to vomit, please walk slowly..."

The layout of the bedroom is the same as that of Cui Zheng's, black, white and gray are bright and simple. The bedroom should be well-lit, but somehow it looks gloomy and cramped.

Yan Shuang was pushed onto the bed.

The pillows are dark gray, soft and fluffy.

Yan Shuang's entire face was buried in it, and the palm holding his neck seemed to be made of iron.

Almost out of breath.

The pain was blocked, and the suffocation-like feeling was like being placed in the crater of a volcano. The flames ignited his head and face little by little, and hot sweat broke out in a flash.

When Yan Shuang was about to be unable to hold on anymore, the short hair on the back of his head was pulled forcefully, Yan Shuang raised his face, breathing greedily, his whole body was tense and contracted.

He held a clump of short hair in his palm, which was soft and moist, and his fingertips touched the thin scalp. The bright sparks that were bursting out from the young man's brain seemed to have also ignited his fingertips.

The speck of dust in Qi Feiyun's eyes was trembling and spreading crazily.

Can't stop.

He knew he would have a day like this.

Fall, until destruction.

……

"Ms. Qi," Yan Shuang leaned lazily on the bed, half covered by the thin quilt, "I guess you must not smoke."

Qi Feiyun got off the bed without saying a word.

Yan Shuang admired his vigorous back and the smooth muscle lines of his back.

He is indeed the man with the longest plot line.

Live better than Qin Yubai!

So fierce.

They are all virgins, why is there such a big gap?

Looking forward to Xiaoji more and more.

What if it can surprise him?

Qi Feiyun left with only his trousers on, and when he came back, he held a small dark brown bronzing box in his hand.

"Cigar, can I?"

"Wow," Yan Shuang sat up, "Premium stuff, I haven't smoked a cigar yet, is it the same as cigarettes?"

"do not know."

Qi Feiyun's voice was more alluring than tobacco. He opened the box, and a strong and charming tobacco aroma exuded from it.

Yan Shuang took a deep breath and said excitedly, "Hurry up, I want to try it."

He has just grown up and has boundless curiosity about everything.

At the very least, the enthusiasm and energy are not fake.

Qi Feiyun was silent for a while, then said: "No fire."

In the kitchen, Yan Shuang was lying on Qi Feiyun's shoulders. He was wearing Qi Feiyun's large gray T-shirt, like pajamas, which covered his buttocks loosely.

Qi Feiyun's shirt was robbed by him, and he didn't look for new clothes. He just went topless and lit a cigar for his first-night partner by the fire in the kitchen.

The light blue flame was obviously too hot for the cigar. After a while, the aroma of tobacco permeated the space brutally, and the smoke rose. Yan Shuang sniffed lightly, "Let me taste it."

The slender fingers held the cigar and sent it to the rosy lips.

Yan Shuang took a deep breath and said with a smile, "It's so bitter."

He said it was bitter, but took another breath.

He was too young to treat even bitterness as a game.

A little white smoke spewed out from his lips, Qi Feiyun's neck was hooked down, his red lips pressed against his lips, and he gave him the cigar in his mouth.

The mouth that had never been invaded by tobacco was soaked in a fresh spicy taste, and the tip of the tongue teasingly entangled with his tongue, passing all the taste of that cigar to him, and finally tasted a little bit of sweetness.

Lips pressed against his lips, murmured: "Mr. Qi, this mouthful is sweet, like chocolate."

The two smoked half a cigar together, and each puff was a different flavor, each with the flavor of the other.

Saliva stirred the mist, and Yan Shuang jumped into Qi Feiyun's arms again. He pulled Qi Feiyun's short hair, and pulled it aside fiercely like revenge, staring at Qi Feiyun's handsome and upright face, with a sweet smile and a cold tone, "Ms. Qi, are you still afraid of getting sick?"

Qi Feiyun stared at him, the emotions in his eyes were inexplicable, only the emotion was vivid and eye-catching.

Yan Shuang smiled and said: "Actually, I am really sick, you are finished."

The cheek was pinched by the palm, Qi Feiyun lowered his head, he took the initiative to kiss the two red lips, bit his teeth slightly, and sucked a little of the opponent's blood from the wound.

He didn't fight Yan Shuang verbally, but simply responded in his own way.

Yan Shuang kissed him back softly, and whispered softly between the kisses.

"Miss Qi, you are so kind, I like you so much."

After Cui Zheng waited at home for a long time, he suddenly realized that Little Green Tea was going to hang a man, why did he wait at home so obediently?

He can also go out and find his own fun.

The fluorescent sports car flew out of the underground garage, and Cui Zheng excitedly called Xiao Qingyang in the car, "Nephew, where is Ji Yao?"

Xiao Qingyang cursed first, and said: "He was taken back by my uncle, and today he was on TV, a local news station."

"I saw it, me and..." Cui Zheng paused, "I watched it with my friends. I want to go to Ji's house to see Ji Yao. By the way, can I have a private look at the bronze ware donated to the museum?" ,are you going?"

"Then don't think about it. Don't you know my uncle's temper? Everything has been donated. He can't give you any privileges in private."

"It's not important," Cui Zheng's mouth curled up, "I'm mainly concerned about Ji Yao, so just say whether you're going or not."

"I can't go," Xiao Qingyang smiled wryly, "I have something to do at home."

Cui Zheng knew that he was nothing more than parents quarreling, blind dates and marriages. Sometimes Cui Zheng was very glad that he lost the inheritance right of the Cui family since he was born, so he didn't need to pay attention to those troublesome things.

Unlike Xiao Qingyang, the only heir of the Xiao family's generation, he has countless responsibilities. ?

"Then you can do whatever you want, I'll go."

Cui Zheng hung up the phone, Xiao Qingyang still felt strange.

The relationship between Cui Zheng and Ji Yao is separated by a layer.

His father Cui Huan, that is, Cui Zheng's elder brother and Ji Wensong are brothers-in-law, and the Cui family has a little relationship with the Ji family, and the three of them are about the same age, so they form a small circle.

But Cui Zheng has always disliked Ji Yao for being too boring and not fun, and he rarely had any contact with Ji Yao alone in private, why did he suddenly become so interested in Ji Yao recently?

When Cui Zheng drove to Ji's house, Yan Shuangzheng and Qi Feiyun were ecstatic in bed.

A virgin has sex.

The old house is on fire.

Combining the two situations into one, one can imagine how fierce the battle is.

Yan Shuang could only be thankful that he blocked the pain, otherwise his waist would be so sore right now.

He lay on Qi Feiyun's shoulder, his eyes were slack, his whole body exuded a lazy and leisurely atmosphere, and he traced Qi Feiyun's handsome face with his fingertips time after time.

"Miss Qi, you have become better looking."

The tone is misty and soft.

Qi Feiyun glanced over lightly, Yan Shuang leaned over and kissed him again, "You are so handsome, I really love you to death."

The sweet talk of the little boy on the bed comes out like money, there are many kinds of tricks in the car, and it is full of the enthusiasm of the boss and the excitement of getting a new toy.

"is it?"

Qi Feiyun actually answered the call.

The man who was also stingy with his voice on the bed responded to this casual love language.

Yan Shuang smiled, his eyes glowing, "Ms. Qi, you can be my boyfriend."

"No."

The expected answer.

Yan Shuang looked puzzled, "Why?"

"There is no reason," Qi Feiyun turned his face away, the sun was setting outside, and it was almost dark, "You can go."

Yan Shuang thought to himself that Qi Feiyun was quite a gentleman, he was so eager to jump into the fire pit of him, he still wanted to let him go.

The plot of the original book is too sloppy, and most of the characters are flat and single.

Now it seems that Qi Feiyun may not be a purebred pervert.

Maybe he still needs to develop slowly and release his inner beast bit by bit.

"Okay, let's pretend... nothing happened today."

The tone is straightforward, without nostalgia.

After going to the bathroom to wash briefly, Yan Shuang came out and saw that Qi Feiyun was still sitting on the bed in the same posture he had before entering the bathroom, and he thought to himself that this was not mourning for the lost chastity.

He bent over and kissed Qi Feiyun gently on the cheek, "I'm very happy today."

The young man got his wish and left with his little tail cocked in satisfaction.

Qi Feiyun stared at the direction he left, his gaze remained motionless for a long time, and gradually fell into the night with the setting sun.

Yan Shuang happily went back upstairs with the newly acquired plot points and emotional lines, turned back into a lazy salted fish, knocked on the door and no one answered, and directly called Cui Zheng.

"you are not at home?"

"Grass--"

Cui Zheng cursed at the other end.

Yan Shuang asked inexplicably, "Why?"

"Your voice..." Cui Zheng paused, "It's as if you just got passed by some men."

The teacup was gently put down, and two similar faces swept towards Cui Zheng, one gentle and the other cold, both were generally displeased.

Cui Zheng felt the pressure, raised his hand, got up and pressed the receiver, and said with a smile: "I'll go out to pick it up."

"Where I am now, I guess you can't guess."

Cui Zheng stood in the yard, looking back at the Ji family father and son behind him from the corner of the eye, and snickered, "How is it, did you succeed?"

That Yan Shuang didn't answer his question, but said lazily: "You are at Ji's house."

Cui Zheng said again, "How do you know?"

Yan Shuang smiled.

The laughter made Cui Zheng's eardrums tremble. He was about to say stop seducing him, but Yan Shuang had already continued talking.

"You bring Ji Yao back."

"I'll let you watch a good show, okay?"