I Can't Be This Protagonist

The vehicle slowly drove into the circular passage of the hotel.

Ji Yao turned his face to look at Yan Shuang who was leaning on his shoulder.

Yan Shuang hugged his arm in the car, talked to him excitedly at first, and soon fell asleep in the warm air of the air conditioner.

He slept soundly, his cheeks were reddish, his glasses floated up slightly because of his sleeping position, and tilted to one side on the bridge of his nose.

The vehicle quickly drove to the top of the circular passage.

For almost a minute, Ji Yao kept looking at the sleeping Yan Shuang, but he didn't find any second as the right time to wake Yan Shuang up.

The waiter came up to open the door, and seeing the crooked one holding the other inside, he was slightly taken aback, not knowing whether to close the door, the boy who was being relied on lowered his head and opened his lips slightly beside the sleeping boy's ear, The soft voice seemed to wake up the sleeping boy.

The waiter waited patiently, thinking that this boy from Asia is really gentle.

After a while, the sleeping boy woke up. He took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes. His hair was fluffy and his skin was fair.

"How is it?" Ji Yao got out of the car, "Is it cold?"

Yan Shuang's chin and neck were fully shrunk in the woolen scarf, revealing only a pair of big eyes behind black-rimmed glasses, "Fortunately, it's not too cold."

There are not many people in the hotel lobby, and it exudes a warm and fragrant smell. The hotel's check-in butler has already been waiting for two distinguished guests from China.

"Mr. Ji, this way please."

Yan Shuang was led away by Ji Yao, and he didn't say a word, silently following Ji Yao's side like Ji Yao's little tail.

Holding hands together, Ji Yao has gradually gotten used to the feeling of intimate skin-to-skin contact.

He held Yan Shuang by the hand, Yan Shuang was at ease, and he was also at ease, so there was nothing wrong with it.

Ji Yao booked a suite with only two rooms on the first floor.

The housekeeper wanted to introduce the room to them, but Ji Yao refused.

"Okay, Mr. Ji, you are welcome to stay in this hotel. If you have any needs, you can call the service number. I will be waiting online to serve you at any time."

The butler who moved in bowed, stepped out, and gently closed the door for the two of them.

The room was very warm, Yan Shuang felt so hot that he was about to sweat after entering for a while.

The suite was so big that you couldn't see it. Yan Shuang stood at the door with his chin buried in the scarf, his head down, neither moving nor speaking.

The clasped palms were slightly sweaty.

Ji Yao let go of his hand.

Yan Shuang's hand hangs down like a flower branch that has lost its attachment.

"Here..." Yan Shuang's voice was very soft, as if he mustered up his courage, "It's very expensive..."

Ji Yao didn't speak, and first reached out to help Yan Shuang untie the scarf, taking off the scarf one by one, revealing a pointed chin and a slender neck with a faint pink color.

"Take off your clothes." Ji Yao glanced at the little sweat on Yan Shuang's neck, "Be careful of catching a cold."

Yan Shuang took off his windbreaker silently.

He wears a windbreaker with first-class fabric and tailoring on his elbow, and his whole body exudes an aura of unease, as if he just remembered that private jets, luxury cars, and luxury hotels are not what he saves from his living expenses by frugality That little money can afford it.

Ji Yao also took off the scarf, and took Yan Shuang's hand again.

"I come alone, and I also live in one room, so don't think too much about it."

Ji Yao pulled Yan Shuang into a room.

The room is naturally large and luxurious. There is a glass door on the side, and a large terrace extends out of the glass door. The terrace is hollowed out and turned into an open-air swimming pool. Through the glass, the warm water inside exudes gold powder in the setting sun. The general luster, a stream of hot air floats up, and it looks like a fairyland inside.

Yan Shuang let out a soft "wow".

Ji Yao knew that he would like it, and said, "Go out and have a look?"

Yan Shuang nodded lightly.

As soon as the glass door was opened, the cold air outside the house rushed in, inhaled into the lungs, clean and refreshing, Yan Shuang flinched, and was immediately healed by the heat from the pool, stretched his shoulders and took a deep breath, "It's so comfortable .”

There is also a swing on the side of the terrace, which is not conspicuous when inside the room, but once people come out, it immediately attracts people's attention, Yan Shuang's eyeballs are stuck to it, Ji Yao can see it, and said: " Go and sit down."

Yan Shuang took his hand, "Sit together?"

"I don't sit."

"Then..." Yan Shuang glanced at the swing reluctantly, and finally looked up at Ji Yao, "I won't sit either."

He is being depended on with all his heart.

Without him, he couldn't move an inch.

Ji Yao took Yan Shuang by the hand and walked silently across the edge of the swimming pool, white mist rising between them.

Yan Shuang sat down on the swing, and Ji Yao stood in front of him, holding his left hand. After a while, Yan Shuang stretched out his right hand again.

Ji Yao also gave him his right hand.

Yan Shuang held his hand with both hands, and a reassuring smile appeared on his face.

"Shall we go see the snow tomorrow?"

"Well, I've made arrangements."

The patriarch's takeover style.

As for people, why do they always become the kind of people they hate the most?

Yan Shuang shook Ji Yao's hand, smiling softly, "Ji Yao, can you sit together too? I'm sitting alone, and I'm a bit cold."

Vines and trees.

Some people may think that the vines are attached to the towering trees to obtain the nutrients for survival, but sometimes, the trees cannot be separated from the decoration of the weak vines.

This way they can show off their power and satisfy their desire for control.

Yan Shuang huddled in Ji Yao's arms, swinging gently on the swing, and after a while, he pulled Ji Yao's arm hard, letting him wrap around his waist.

Ji Yao didn't refuse, and naturally hugged Yan Shuang a little tighter, using his back to shield Yan Shuang from the wind.

If someone saw the two sitting on the swing from behind, they would definitely think that the two were an intimate couple.

Such a protective posture, with the head and neck so close.

The two of them swayed quietly on the swing for a while, and Yan Shuang's face leaning on Ji Yao's shoulder suddenly lifted.

Ji Yao was originally staring at the sparkling water, but when he noticed Yan Shuang's gaze, he slightly turned his face away.

Most of Yan Shuang was curled up in his arms, his two faces were very close to each other, only a little staggered up and down, Ji Yao's face had his shadow, and his face also had Ji Yao's shadow.

The figures of the two were reflected on the ground into the sparkling pool of light.

The setting sun first took a vague kiss in the water for their shadows.

Yan Shuang's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he approached suddenly, touching Ji Yao's lips lightly.

Like a quick-witted little animal, he poked out only one head from among the forest leaves, then retracted immediately, looking at Ji Yao tentatively with dazzled eyes.

Ji Yao remained motionless like a handsome statue, but the arms around Yan Shuang's waist were slightly tightened.

Suddenly there was another shallow kiss.

It's still a simple lip contact.

It's just that this time it's been a little longer than the first time, and the soft and pressed touch of the lips is more vivid.

Ji Yao still didn't move, he didn't speak, but looked at Yan Shuang with a slightly deep gaze, unable to tell whether to refuse or accept.

The gray clouds rolled over from the sky, bringing a gust of wind, and the white mist was also blown up, flying all over the swing frame.

Yan Shuang licked Ji Yao's lips lightly.

Your son's body is so clean that there is no trace of extraneous smell, only a little of the expensive fragrance in the window that is unique to him.

He is lofty, valuable, and stingy in any response, as indifferent as the owner who is having fun with his pet.

Ji Yao lowered his eyes, looking at the eyes behind the glasses slowly turning red.

The arms around her waist tightened slightly.

This time it was a real kiss.

Lips parted, tongue tip intertwined, saliva swallowed.

Half of Yan Shuang lay on Ji Yao's body, his palms clung to Ji Yao's shoulders, and he raised his head to meet Ji Yao's lips with difficulty.

The cold wind blows away the scorching breath, and it floats on the tip of their noses.

Yan Shuang took the initiative to start, and it was Yan Shuang who took the initiative to push Ji Yao away, turned his head to avoid Ji Yao's lips, and ended this sudden and well-balanced kiss.

"Sorry……"

Yan Shuang jumped off the swing in a panic, and quickly left the terrace. He pushed open the glass door, and the curtain inside was blown by the wind from the terrace, rushing out of the crack of the door, covering Ji Yao's eyes. line of sight.

Wet lips.

The tip of the tongue lightly licked the palate.

It was as if the heat and smell of another person still remained.

One of his arms is still on the swing, as if the person in his arms has not left.

It's a kiss.

Needless to say.

Ji Yao belatedly thought that this was the first time he kissed someone.

That person turned out to be Yan Shuang.

This cognition flashed in his mind, and Ji Yao quickly and calmly accepted this reality.

The glass door was not closed, and the cold wind kept blowing in, and the temperature inside would drop soon.

Ji Yao stood up, and the swing creaked and swayed behind him. He walked in, locked the glass door, turned around and looked around, but didn't see Yan Shuang, and went out of the room to look for someone in the suite.

The suite was too big, Ji Yao walked around several rooms, and when he pushed open the door of the next room, his hands became very heavy.

The door knocked on the wall with a "bang", and Yan Shuang, who was curled up on the sofa inside, shook, raised his face with a frightened look, and immediately blushed and lowered his head.

Ji Yao is relieved that he is still there.

He stood at the door, silent for a while, and asked, "Are you hungry?"

Yan Shuang huddled into a ball, pretending to be an ostrich as if he was ashamed to see him.

Ji Yao waited for a while, but before he got a response, he put down the doorknob and walked up to Yan Shuang, reached out and rubbed the top of Yan Shuang's head, "Eat something and sleep, I will take you skiing tomorrow."

Yan Shuang remained silent.

The palm on top of his head moved away.

After a while, I felt warm breath in my ears.

"I didn't take it to heart."

The cold voice came clearly.

Yan Shuang showed an eye from the arms he held.

Ji Yao was squatting and watching him, his eyes were cold, the kiss just now seemed to have no effect on him.

Yan Shuang's eyes turned red slightly, and he buried himself in his arms and said in a low voice, "I don't know what happened to me just now..."

Ji Yao reached out and rubbed the top of his head lightly.

"I obviously...don't like you..."

His eyes flickered slightly, and the hands rubbing his hair stopped.

"It's really too much for me to treat my friends like this..."

As Yan Shuang said, she wanted to bury her head and shut herself up.

Ji Yao didn't give him a chance, broke away his tangle arms, took his hand, and said lightly: "It's okay."

He just hasn't completely come out of the state of liking someone.

It was just... an empathy.

He knows best, doesn't he?

"What to eat?"

Yan Shuang got off the sofa and said softly, "It's up to you to decide."

They walked out of the suite, and within two steps, Yan Shuang began to apologize again, his brows were frowned, his face full of guilt, "I'm sorry Ji Yao, I must have been obsessed with ghosts just now, you are so kind to me, and I am still like this..."

Ji Yao stopped in his tracks and shot down coldly.

Yan Shuang also stopped, bit his lip quietly, and looked annoyed and aggrieved.

When he lowered his head, his chin was lightly lifted by two fingers, and he raised his head out of inertia, with an arm wrapped around his waist.

They... kissed again.

There is no resistance to each other.

The tip of the tongue is sweet and tightly attached.

When they parted, both of them added a little bright color to their lips.

Yan Shuang looked at Ji Yao timidly, his eyes were shocked and hesitant.

"It's even now," Ji Yao let go of his arm, took Yan Shuang's hand again, and looked forward, "Don't say sorry again."

Sure enough, Yan Shuang stopped talking, took Ji Yao's hand back with his fingers, and quietly inserted into Ji Yao's fingers, interlocking his fingers.

"Ding--"

The elevator door opens.

A handsome face like a mixed race appeared in front of Yan Shuang without warning.

Qin Yubai - Qin Yubai alone.

Yan Shuang was holding Ji Yao's hand, and the moment he saw Qin Yubai, his hand loosened slightly, but when Ji Yao noticed it, he immediately tightened his grip.

Qin Yubai in the elevator looked down, slipped coldly past the two people's clasped hands, and walked out of the elevator expressionlessly. He brushed against Yan Shuang's side, and the cold air that hadn't dissipated from his body drifted away coldly.

"Let's go."

Ji Yao pulled Yan Shuang closer to him.

Yan Shuang followed Ji Yao into the elevator.

From the beginning to the end, Qin Yubai didn't look at Yan Shuang.