I Can't Be This Protagonist

It was Ji Yao who was injured, but Yan Shuang who cried.

Yan Shuang hugged Ji Yao's arm and cried all the way.

In fact, Ji Yao had already said that he was fine, but the more he said that, the more Yan Shuang cried.

Yan Shuang was silent when she cried, she just kept shedding tears, falling on Ji Yao's sleeve drop by drop.

Almost everyone passing by on campus would cast strange glances at them, but Ji Yao didn't care, and only looked at Yan Shuang, who bowed his head deeply, from the corner of his eye.

Love the wrong person.

Be let down.

It's something that happens every day under the sun.

The people in the dormitory have not come back yet.

As soon as the door was closed, Yan Shuang threw herself into Ji Yao's arms and wept.

Ji Yao was still a little stiff, not used to it, he stood still for a while, and finally stretched out his hand to caress the top of Yan Shuang's head, his movements were clumsy, and he was not very skilled in comforting him.

"From today onwards," Ji Yao said in a flat tone, "I will not let him approach you again." He paused, then added: "You are not allowed to approach him either."

Yan Shuang buried himself in his chest, and said "hmm" with a strong nasal voice, he raised his head, showing his pale face from crying, "Ji Yao, let me see if your injuries are alright?"

"It's nothing."

"I'll just take a look, when I beg you."

It is always so easy to show such a pitiful expression now. At the beginning, it was obviously very annoying. Ji Yao thought so, unbuttoned the bottom of the shirt, and lightly lifted the hem.

Yan Shuang's eyelids twitched slightly when he saw the bruise on Ji Yao's abdomen.

Qin Yubai is a bitch, he hasn't even touched his abdominal muscles yet, if he breaks it, it will be over if he slaps it or not.

There was a light touch with the fingertips.

The muscles of the young man's waist and abdomen were smooth and elastic, and they were slightly hot from the injury. After being touched lightly like that, they rose and fell like water waves, and his steps also retreated, his brows were slightly furrowed.

"It must be very painful, right?" Yan Shuang's face was full of guilt, his eyes were pure.

Ji Yao shook his head, "Nothing."

He pulled up his shirt to button it, but Yan Shuang grabbed the skirts on both sides.

"What about other places? Let me see."

"It's nothing."

"Just let me have a look, or if we go to the hospital, you'll be bleeding..."

The tone was anxious and flustered, with a crying voice that seemed to be getting thicker again.

Ji Yao wanted to pull Yan Shuang's hand away, but he exerted a little force on his hand and was worried that it would hurt Yan Shuang.

"No, I must watch..."

Throwing the mouse, pulling and pulling, Ji Yao kept backing away, tripped over something under his feet, and fell onto the bed, together with Yan Shuang who was grabbed by him.

The narrow single bed made a heavy "creak" sound.

The chattering words and endless tugging came to an abrupt end.

Four eyes facing each other.

One pair of eyes is deep and calm, while the other pair of eyes is full of astonishment and surprise.

The wrist clasped in the palm was as thin as a piece of paper. Yan Shuang was lying on his chest, her round eyes froze in shock. The palm of the wrist.

They quietly maintained this weird posture.

There seemed to be an invisible net in the air that bound and entangled the two of them together.

Like that night on the balcony.

Whoever looks away first is like someone who has a ghost in his heart.

In order to prove their candor, they must both look at each other indifferently.

Yan Shuang took the lead to look away, buried his face, and squeezed out a thin voice from his throat, "Let go..."

The temperature in the palm suddenly rose, and Ji Yao almost subconsciously shook off Yan Shuang's hand.

And Yan Shuang didn't seem to expect him to be so straightforward, without the support of Ji Yao's arm, he fell down all at once.

"Well--"

His lips tapped heavily on his neck.

The sudden closeness of the body "scared" Yan Shuang immediately wanted to get up in a hurry.

At this time, the more flustered you are, the easier it is to make mistakes.

Yan used both hands and feet, and his knees touched somewhere. Ji Yao snorted, and suddenly stretched out his hands to grab Yan Shuang's waist.

"do not move."

The voice is low and steady.

In the next second, Yan Shuang and Ji Yao switched sides - Ji Yao held his waist and lifted him off his body.

Yan Shuang lay dizzily on the small bed, and Ji Yao only stayed in the line of sight for a second before straightening up.

Ji Yao stood beside the bed, his shirt was loosely unbuttoned, exposing a large area of ​​skin from his chest to his abdominal muscles, but he still looked calm and self-possessed, looking down at Yan Shuang lying on his bed.

The glasses were tilted to the side, crying for too long, the eyes and nose were red, the lips were slightly swollen, and the whole person looked pitiful.

"This injury is nothing," Ji Yao said lightly, "He was injured more than me."

Yan Shuang: I know, I know, you won the battle.

Yan Shuang was silent for a while, and when he was about to speak again, Ji Yao intercepted him, "Don't say sorry again."

So Yan Shuang closed his mouth in a gloomy manner.

"it's not your fault."

The young man's voice is always so clean and powerful, as if the truth has come and cannot be refuted, no matter how depressed or sad people hear his words, they will rekindle the fire of hope.

Yan Shuang's eyes brightened slightly.

Ji Yao looked at him, and repeated firmly: "It's not your fault that you met him."

The domineering tenderness pulls up those who are stuck in the mud with an attitude that cannot be refused.

Yan Shuang stretched out his hand.

Ji Yao only hesitated for a moment, then handed him his hand.

There was a trace of sweat on his palm, and so did Yan Shuang's.

The palms are clasped, and the heat is surging.

Tears welled up in Yan's eyes, he held Ji Yao's hand tightly, and smiled gratefully, "Ji Yao, meeting you was the most correct thing in my life."

There are too many misfortunes in his life, only this glimmer of light.

Ji Yao held his hand instead, and he didn't say anything in response, he just thought: he only has him.

When Ji Yao went to the bathroom to take a shower, Yan Shuang finally had a chance to take off the tie on his waist. Fortunately, the T-shirt was long enough, otherwise Ji Yao would have exposed his secrets by pulling him.

After thinking about it, Yan Shuang tied the tie back around her waist.

It's not safe to put it anywhere, in order to avoid long nights and dreams, it's better to return the tie to Qi Feiyun himself.

Yan Shuang sent Qi Feiyun an email about a meeting with his mobile phone. The wording was quite serious. After all, the assistant would also see it, so don't scare the straight man.

Yan Shuang stood at the bathroom door, "Ji Yao."

The sound of water in the bathroom stopped immediately.

"I have to go out to work in the afternoon. If it's too late, I'll leave first."

After a while, Yan Shuang heard Ji Yao say "hmm".

"You still need to take care of your injuries. If you don't want to go to the hospital, you can go to the school infirmary, or when I come back from part-time work, I will buy a bottle of medicinal oil for you to massage and massage. You will recover soon..."

"no need."

The sound of water sounded again.

Yan Shuang: It's best not to use it, I don't have the money to buy medicinal oil for you.

Just as Yan Shuang walked to the bus station, Qi Feiyun replied to his email. He has a seminar in the afternoon and will not be free until 7:[-] pm. Yan Shuang can visit him at the hospital at night.

It seems that the old virgin who has opened the meat knows the taste.

Yan Shuang smiled, and was about to turn around and go back to school, ready to go to the library to spend some time, when the phone vibrated again.

"Dongmen, lunch."

Yan Shuang came to the east gate and got on the car. Seeing that the co-pilot was sitting with a familiar little bodyguard, he made a joke first, "If I don't go with you, will you break my hand?"

"Mr. Yan," the little bodyguard turned around with a sunny smile, "How is that possible? Using violence is against the law."

Yan Shuang thought to himself, stop teasing me.

As soon as the car started, Yan Shuang started chatting with the bodyguard, mainly asking about what happened after he and Qin Yubai left that day.

"We took the young master home very smoothly, sir is very happy."

This time, Che came to a place that he hadn't been to a few times before, it was a martial arts gym.

Yan Shuang's heart skipped a beat, thinking that Ji Wensong felt sorry for his son's beating, so he immediately asked him to ask his teacher about the crime and beat him up, right?

He can accept the abuse KPI with the scumbags, but he can't accept it with the scumbags and his father.

The martial arts hall was extremely quiet, and he was led into the courtyard by the little bodyguard.

As soon as Yan Shuang entered, he saw the wooden arena in the center of the courtyard. On the arena stood two men in karate uniforms, fighting inseparably.

One of them was Ji Wensong.

Yan Shuang only watched for 1 minute, and the winner was decided on the stage.

The fallen man was panting and waved his hands again and again.

Standing Ji Wensong clasped his belt with both hands, and said with a smile, "You're getting old." After he finished speaking, he looked back at Yan Shuang to the side, and greeted naturally, "Here you are."

Yan Shuang nodded lightly.

The bodyguard behind him suddenly stepped forward, and at some point there was an extra white towel in his hand, and instead of handing it to Ji Wensong, he handed it under Yan's eyelids.

Yan Shuang was silent for a moment, reached out for the towel, and walked slowly towards the ring.

Ji Wensong stood by the ring.

Before Yan Shuang came, he should have fought with the opponent for a long time, sweating a lot on his forehead, and looking at Yan Shuang who was walking towards him with sharp eyes.

Yan Shuang walked to the side of the stage and passed the towel forward.

Ji Wensong didn't answer, and leaned lazily on the side rope. The man who had just done intense exercise exuded a stronger sense of oppression than usual. He looked at Yan Shuang, with a smile in his eyes, but it didn't seem to be.

Yan Shuang looked at him for a moment, then raised his outstretched hand, and gently wiped the sweat on Ji Wensong's forehead with a towel.

"If you didn't learn Kungfu solidly when you were young, you will suffer when you grow up."

Ji Wensong said with a smile, as if he was a little gloating.

Yan Shuang felt relieved.

It seems that Ji Wensong also likes to see his son being beaten.

He withdrew his hand and said, "He's not considered a loser."

Ji Wensong waved his hand vigorously, and the relaxed look on his face instantly became dark again, "If you win, you lose."

Yan Shuang had no intention of discussing educational concepts with him, with an official smile of "what you said is right" on his face.

Lifting the side rope, Ji Wensong jumped off the ring, put on a pair of soft slippers, reached out and lightly grabbed Yan Shuang's shoulder, "You seem to be having a good time recently."

Yan Shuang was led forward by him, and said with a smile, "Mr. Ji?"

Ji Wensong didn't say anything, and walked into the martial arts hall with his arms around Yan Shuang's shoulders. The maid opened the door, and a table of delicacies had already been set up in the room.

Ji Wensong lowered his palm and lifted the hem of Yan Shuang's T-shirt.

A thin waist fell into his eyes, and there was a gray tie tied around his waist.

"I really can't keep up with the trend of young people now."

Yan Shuang smiled without saying a word.

To be honest, he still hasn't understood what Ji Wensong meant by calling him here today, and it doesn't seem to be aimed at what happened to Ji Yao.

The tie around his waist was tugged lightly.

Yan Shuang was in a deadlock, and was dragged by Ji Wensong, who also followed, and lightly touched Ji Wensong's steaming body.

"I bought a tie like that too."

The tone is gentle, with a soft smile.

Almost instantly, a thought flashed across Yan Shuang's mind. He raised his eyes and looked into Ji Wensong's eyes full of power and plunder.

What is Ji Wensong... hinting at him?

Yan Shuang rolled his Adam's apple lightly, "Mr. Ji, I'm not very good at detours. With all due respect, do you mean..." Yan Shuang paused, looked into Ji Wensong's eyes, and said calmly: " Want to sleep with me?"

The smile in Ji Wensong's eyes deepened, "No way?"

Yan Shuang said indifferently: "No."

"Why?" Ji Wensong said with great interest, "I'm 37 this year, and I'm not much older than that doctor."

Yan Shuang was dumbfounded.

Ji Wensong narrowed his eyes slightly with a smile, "Why, it doesn't look like it?"

Yan Shuang nodded honestly, "Your hair is all gray."

"Haha," Ji Wensong let go, and raised his hand to touch his temples. "The past is unbearable." He reached out and patted Yan Shuang's shoulder again. "I didn't mean that, just a child." He rubbed Yan Shuang with his palm. The top of the hair, the tone is gentle and strict, "Don't be too playful."