I Can't Be This Protagonist

The four eyes met, light and shadow cast a veil on the faces of the two, the atmosphere was familiar and just right, just like the setting sun broke through the dark clouds that day, and it was the first time they kissed.

Ji Yao stared at those panicked eyes, and bent over without hesitation.

The moment their lips touched, each other's eyes closed in unison.

The clear breath filled the mouth.

Before he knew it, Ji Yao's tightly bound arms had gradually loosened, and he was just gently pressing against Yan Shuang's waist.

The gentle kiss was too bewildering, Yan Shuang struggled to push back Ji Yao's chest as if waking up from a dream when the tip of his tongue intertwined.

As soon as he bent his elbow, the loose arm around his waist exerted force again.

With the tip of his nose pressed, Yan Shuang felt absolute strength from Ji Yao for the first time.

He didn't allow him to escape.

The saliva is exchanged and swallowed compulsively, the intimacy makes people blush and heartbeat.

Breathing gradually became difficult, Yan Shuang made an uncomfortable nasal sound, Ji Yao hesitated for a while, and let him go.

Yan Shuang was wearing glasses, which were crooked by Ji Yao's kiss, her lips were slightly swollen, and she looked at Ji Yao with a dazed expression, "Why..."

He didn't go on.

Why kiss him?

Or why would he kiss back?

Or why did he find this kiss so familiar?

All the questions were written on his confused face.

So it looks even more pitiful.

"I told you we're friends."

Yan Shuang: Even though it was his fooling Xiao Ji, he almost laughed out loud.

"Why... I don't remember at all?"

Yan Shuang's expression became more confused, his brows were slightly frowned, his hands were lightly grabbing Ji Yao's shirt, and there was still water on his lips, such a weak mood finally made Ji Yao find some of the feeling he used to have.

Ji Yao thought about it, afraid of provoking Yan Shuang, he said cryptically: "Someone wants you to forget."

"Who?"

Yan Shuang blurted out, and immediately said alertly: "You mean my elder brother?!"

His face changed immediately, as if he had suddenly grasped a clear anchor point from his confused thoughts, "You want to provoke the relationship between me and big brother again!"

The originally obedient person suddenly became barbaric, wanting to protect his "big brother" as if his hair was blown up.

Ji Yao stared at him coldly.

"The shirt is mine."

"The seat is mine."

"I was the one who promised to watch the snow with you."

The tone of each sentence is more compelling.

"it's all me."

The closer you get, the more the flame in your heart burns.

The lips pressed up, as if it was natural, and they kissed again.

A brief taste after another, a brief exchange of breaths, and another sudden deep kiss, which makes people breathless.

The deserted path is overgrown with weeds, the trees are seldom taken care of, and the branches grow chaotically, intertwined into cages.

His back was pressed against the crooked tree trunk, and the rough bark rubbed against his skin through the thin clothes, causing a slight tingling sensation. Yan Shuang grabbed Ji Yao's shirt tightly, and raised his head to meet Ji Yao's kiss.

It turns out that kissing is so noisy.

The nose, lips, and throat are all making sounds.

Hug too tight.

The sense of oppression is also like a shadow.

Like weeds blown by the wind, they are entangled from beginning to end, sharing the same frequency.

The long legs squeezed into the knees forcefully, and the confrontation of strength made the insane kiss even more dangerous.

Yan Shuang suddenly turned his face to avoid Ji Yao's lips, blushing, "Enough, enough..."

Ji Yao responded almost subconsciously in his mind—not enough.

A kiss is simply not enough to leave any mark.

Or it will be easily erased and forgotten.

"Did you remember anything?" Ji Yao did not let go of him, but asked in a low voice.

"No... um..."

wrong answer.

More intense kisses hit him.

It was also noisier than before.

An intense heartbeat that cannot be ignored.

Yan Shuang responded intermittently between being kissed, "I think, I think about it..."

"What do you remember?"

The thin lips were still attached to his lips, and every slight tremor could be transmitted to his lips.

"The shirt is yours..."

"The seat is yours..."

"It was you who accompanied me to watch the snow..."

The voice became lower and lower, and the eyelashes fluttered behind the glasses.

"……We are friends……"

Finally got a satisfactory answer.

But the fire in his heart was not extinguished.

"lie."

With a cold tone like a trial, he pressed his lips and pronounced his sentence in the most intimate way.

The punishment will come later.

He tightly wrapped Yan Shuang's waist with one hand, pressed Yan Shuang's neck with the other, completely controlled the person in his arms and kissed wantonly.

"pain……"

A low sobbing sound interrupted Ji Yao's irritated thoughts of running wild, and immediately pulled him back from the state of being about to lose control.

Yan Shuang cried.

The eyes behind the glasses were all red, two tears were shed, the lips were red and swollen, and the bright color seemed to be about to burst.

Yan Shuang pushed Ji Yao away with one hand, and wiped the corner of his eyes with the back of his other hand, "You hurt me."

"where?"

Yan Shuang raised his eyes and glanced at him lightly. There was not much resentment in his eyes, but infinite grievances. He lightly opened the T-shirt, only to find a crimson handprint on his waist.

It was him who was pushing too hard.

But at least... left a mark.

A thought of satisfaction flashed through my mind.

Ji Yao's eyelids twitched slightly, and he took Yan Shuang's hand, "Go back to the dormitory first."

This time Yan Shuang had no objection, obediently let him hold hands, but hugged the bag in front of her body, wishing to bury half of her face in it.

"give me."

Ji Yao reached out to take the bag for him, but Yan Shuang shook his head and avoided it.

"...It's too obvious, they will think about it..."

Yan Shuang blushed and said.

Ji Yao's thin lips are also bright red, he looks cold by nature, a person like an ice sculpture, that touch of rich red is even more eye-catching.

Ji Yao wanted to say it didn't matter, but seeing Yan Shuang's flustered appearance, he still didn't say anything.

He tried to think about the problem from Yan Shuang's perspective.

Not everyone is the same as him, he should understand him.

Ji Yao silently quickened his pace.

Unsurprisingly, there was no one in the dormitory.

After the door closed, Ji Yao still didn't let go of Yan Shuang's hand, and only pushed the suitcase at the door in.

Yan Shuang glanced at the suitcase with a frustrated expression, "I can't go back now."

Ji Yao didn't speak, and kept holding the person to sit down.

He asked Yan Shuang to sit on his bed, and when he stood in front of the bed, his whole body shadow was shrouded in Yan Shuang.

"You don't remember it all, do you?"

Yan Shuang grabbed the bed under him with both hands, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Yes."

He still couldn't hold back and said, "I'm talking with my elder brother about the things you said..."

A cold light swept across, and Yan Shuang slowly closed his mouth.

"So," Ji Yao's tone was flat, but his body exuded low pressure, "your memory is all messed up."

Yan Shuang was hesitant to speak, but there was still no sound under Ji Yao's gaze. He bowed his head in silence for a while, then suddenly thought of something, raised his head and said, "Even if we are friends, then you, you..."

Under Ji Yao's gaze, he turned his face unnaturally, "...you can't hold my hand either..."

"At least you shouldn't kiss me..."

Ji Yao grabbed the iron railing of the upper bunk with both hands, leaned over slightly, and when he approached, Yan Shuang flinched back.

Ji Yao looked straight at him and said, "If I don't kiss you, you will cry."

After finally calming down, Yan Shuang's face turned red little by little.

The single bed is inherently small, and Ji Yao stood in front of him like a solid wall. He sat on Ji Yao's bed, surrounded by Ji Yao's unique smell, and shrank back in, "... ...we can't do this..."

"why?"

Ji Yao said clearly.

He asked straightforwardly, as if he really didn't think it was something that the two of them couldn't do just now when they were kissing in the deserted woods.

Yan Shuang said: "We are friends."

"So," Ji Yao continued calmly, "Why can't friends?"

Yan Shuang: Xiao Ji is really stubborn. Such a person is determined to change one thing, even if the thing is different from the definition of the world, he will firmly go in that direction.

Such a person is not so much a liar as a paranoid.

Yan Shuang pretended to be speechless, and murmured, "Brother will be angry if he finds out..."

Ji Yao said with a cold face: "If you die of anger, you count as eliminating harm for the people."

Yan Shuang: "..." Hold back, unable to laugh.

Seeing Yan Shuang glaring at him for daring to be angry but not daring to speak, Ji Yao stared at him for a while, stretched out his finger and lightly poked Yan Shuang's cheek, Yan Shuang turned his head to avoid it, and said, "Don't touch me!" Yes." The man was "unsteady", fell on Ji Yao's bed, and at the same time hooked his right foot "inadvertently", and fell down with Ji Yao.

In fact, he only used a little force on his feet, and he just provided an introduction.

It's as if he just provided a setting - "Friends can also kiss", Ji Yao just accepted it.

A soft bed is a more dangerous place than the deserted trees on campus.

Yan Shuang's face was blushing, his eyes were fixed on Ji Yao, his lips were slightly parted, as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't say it at all.

His sight was completely occupied by Ji Yao.

The handsome face, the top button of the shirt, the bright red thin lips, and the lingering indifference on his body.

Ji Yao propped his arms on both sides of him, and leaned slightly under Yan Shuang's gaze. Yan Shuang closed his eyes in bewilderment as Ji Yao gradually approached.

The breath belonging to another person stagnated at the tip of the nose.

The imaginary kiss did not fall, Yan Shuang suddenly opened his eyes.

Ji Yao was looking at him, at a distance of one centimeter from his lips, he was looking at him fixedly, as if to give Yan Shuang time to refuse.

Yan Shuang's expression began to struggle.

He just said that it is wrong to do this, his "big brother" will be angry, and Ji Yao is "seducing" him blatantly...

Yan Shuang finally stretched out his hand, and pushed his palm on Ji Yao's shoulder. When Ji Yao's face changed slightly, those hands caught his neck. Yan Shuang closed his eyes, raised his head and kissed him——

Perhaps this is indeed wrong.

But they cannot control themselves.

A kiss more intense than before.

The lips and teeth were eagerly fighting.

The single bed was too small, each other seemed to be everywhere, and there was nothing they could do but hug.

The heat continued to climb.

"Ji Yao..."

When Yan Shuang called his name, there seemed to be a thin hook in his throat.

The red mark on the waist flashed across Ji Yao's mind, and his hands were already lifting the clothes that were stuck together.

Yan Shuang snorted, but didn't stop him, but tightened his grip on his neck, and he trembled all over. He didn't know whether it was because of the fear of the mistake he was about to make, or——excitement.

At this time, reason is the most useless part of emotion.

Scary and unknown images of cliffs, abyss, and seabed flashed in Ji Yao's mind. The adrenaline was soaring rapidly, driving him to do some crazy things.

Leave his brand on this person so that he will never forget him again.

The palm directly pulled Yan Shuang's clothes to his shoulders. Yan Shuang's arms were trapped in the clothes, and he went to find a way out for the sleeves in a messy and messy manner, while Ji Yao was half-kneeling on the bed and kissing his neck.

The door was pushed open at that moment.

The sound of pushing the door was very soft, and it was the door hitting the wall that woke the two of them up as if from a dream.

Yan Shuang was "terrified," froze and motionless, his face pale.

On the other hand, Ji Yao was still calm. He blocked Yan Shuang with his broad shoulders, and looked back calmly. When he saw the person coming, his pupils shrank slightly, and he narrowed his eyes slightly.

"It seems that I came at the wrong time," Ji Wensong said with a half-smile, "I interrupted your children's games."