I Can’t Be This Protagonist

When Qi Feiyun's car stopped, Yan Shuang was squatting on the side of the road without any image, paddling around with a wild flower on the side of the road.

"Come on."

Yan Shuang threw wild flowers at random, greeted him naturally, and waved his hand lazily.

Qi Feiyun sat in the car, looked at him as if nothing had happened, was silent for a while, and said, "Do you know that I will come to pick you up?"

Yan Shuang stood up on his knees, opened the co-pilot's door and sat in. As soon as he sat in, he slumped on the seat without any image, stretched out his hand and pulled his tie, and said lazily: "Ji Yao was taken His father can't get out, Qin Yubai has no face to see me, and it's probably you."

His casual tone made people feel a hidden certainty, which made Qi Feiyun slightly confused.

Did he remember it all? Or is it just that nature is so casual and good at trying to figure out people's hearts?

"What are you looking at?" Yan Shuang turned his face and glanced at him, "Drive, I'm hungry, by the way, what's your name?"

Still can't remember.

Hypnosis can change a person's memory, but it cannot change a person's nature.

Qi Feiyun started the car.

After watching the whole game, he clearly realized one thing, that is, Yan Shuang is very good at disguising.

He has maintained a different personality in front of Ji Yao, Qin Yubai, and even Ji Wensong. What's even more amazing is that no matter what he does, the other party will not feel a sense of disobedience. a balance point.

These people are useful to him, so he is willing to spend his time disguising in front of them.

And he...

"Uncle, do you still have cigarettes?"

...just a familiar uncle.

Qi Feiyun said lightly, "I don't like people smoking in my car."

Yan Shuang glanced at him, with a look of contempt in his eyes, "Come on, it's Qin Yubai who asked you to pick me up, take people's money to relieve people's disasters, but he's just a poor doctor, don't pretend to me ."

He was so sharp that he even guessed that Qin Yubai had asked him to pick up someone.

Very good, I saw a worse side that I hadn't seen before.

Although Qi Feiyun didn't know why he didn't provoke this person's interest again, it was clear that this person would become quite impatient with people who were neither valuable nor interested.

Qi Feiyun held the steering wheel with one hand, and took out smoke and fire from his jacket pocket with the other.

"Thanks."

Insincere thanks.

After a while, the sound of the lighter igniting the tobacco rang neatly, and the smell of the tobacco quickly spread out in the confined space.

Qi Feiyun stared at Yan Shuang from the corner of his eye.

This was the first time he had seen such a... indifferent Yan Shuang.

Wearing a pure white suit, it looks very suitable for him, the black hair softly outlines the pure facial contour, the lips are naturally slightly thick and upturned and plump, when he is smoking a cigarette, he is inexplicably sexy, but his whole body People give people the feeling of indifference.

Seemingly aware of his gaze, his dark eyes slowly turned to the end of his eyes like some kind of cold-blooded animal, and Yan Shuang gave him a cold look.

"I don't like people staring at me with disgusting eyes."

Still mercilessly unleashing malice.

It looks like he is in a bad mood now.

Qi Feiyun looked away, staring at the road ahead that circled down the mountain.

Yan Shuang also retracted his eyes, looked out the window, took a breath, and exhaled a string of white smoke.

"I miss a man."

Qi Feiyun's face was steady, and he still drove the car very steadily.

"Don't look at Qin Yubai, who looks very bold and strong, but he is actually very good and cute..."

When Yan Shuang talked about Qin Yubai's tone, Qi Feiyun still sounded a little soft nostalgia.

It seems that the effect of hypnosis still strongly affects his emotions.

"Like a dog."

Yan Shuang turned his face, propped his forehead with one finger, tobacco was burning at his fingertips, and gave a vague smile to Qi Feiyun who was driving, "I'm very good at licking."

The heartbeat is steady, and the temperature of the palms gripping the steering wheel rises subtly, perhaps because of the icy leather on the steering wheel.

The thigh suddenly felt pressure.

The man sitting next to him put his feet on his lap.

Qi Feiyun glanced at him lightly.

Yan sat on his side with both sides facing him, the seat belt twisted around him like a snake, his tall body seemed to be restrained by a rope that was too short, the snow-white suit jacket was already wrinkled, and he bent his knees. , leaning his head against the car window, his feet in leather shoes used the man's thighs as a footrest, swaying gently unconsciously.

"Although I have broken up, I still miss his body. Do you think it's strange for me to be like this?"

Yan Shuang was smoking a cigarette, and his attitude became a little serious. He was discussing his emotional topic with Qi Feiyun very seriously, as if he was seriously asking for his opinion.

Qi Feiyun was still silent, and the impatient young man poked his belly with the toe of his shoe.

"Speak, are you dumb?"

【Mr. Qi, why are you silent? Are you dumb? 】

Similar content, different tone.

The tenderness towards him is a thing of the past.

Now there is only indifference and ignorance.

Qi Feiyun never regretted any decision he made.

Until now, it still is.

It was he who wanted to restore an irrelevant relationship with Yan Shuang, and he got what he wanted.

"It's not surprising," he said mildly and in a normal tone, "it means that maybe you still love him."

"puff--"

Yan Shuang laughed as if he heard a joke.

He just laughed and stopped, folded his hands, as if he was consulting with a psychologist, "Your theory is really absurd, is missing your body love? You are a surgeon, I'll see you deal with it. Their wounds look very skilled."

"I'm a surgeon."

"No wonder, what you said is all nonsense."

Yan Shuang took another breath.

"I look at you very well now, have I fallen in love with you?"

Qi Feiyun was indifferent.

The toe of the leather shoe tapped on his stomach again, "Don't talk again, I'm courting you."

On the quiet winding mountain road, vehicles are winding down it, and the street lamps along the road exude a desolate light, like a shadowless lamp on an operating table, flashing on two faces with different expressions.

At the end of the road, the speed of the car gradually slowed down, and it pulled over and stopped under a street light.

Qi Feiyun turned his face, his face was still calm, "Are you courting me?"

Yan Shuang was holding the cigarette he had not finished smoking, his eyes and expressions were smiling, and his tone was casual, "...Yeah."

"I accept."

The steady and capable man answered in the affirmative with an indifferent expression.

The young man who had been teasing him seemed to be shocked by his neat attitude, and the cigarette in his mouth fell down his open lips.

Qi Feiyun was staring at Yan Shuang, those gray eyes were half light and half shadow under the light of the street lamp. He unfastened his seat belt and leaned over with Yan Shuang's slightly startled expression.

The calf that was originally placed on his thigh was forced to be bent back and pushed back.

The breath and taste that belonged to men also enveloped the fair-faced youth like a net.

Yan Shuang stared at the man above him, showing no panic at all, smiling faintly, "I'm sorry, my hand shook a little and the cigarette went out."

Qi Feiyun stretched out his hand, picked up the cigarette on the ground, then sat up straight, rolled down the car window and threw the extinguished cigarette out. He used his attitude to show his position - stop joking.

The cold autumn air entered the car, blowing away the smell of tobacco.

Yan Shuang also sat up straight again and pressed down the car window on his side.

The two sat quietly, Ren Yefeng ruffled their hair.

After calming down, Qi Feiyun stretched out his hand to restart the car, but Yan Shuang looked over again, "What's your name?"

The tone of his question was serious, Qi Feiyun's hand couldn't help but stop, he turned his face and said, "Is this important?"

"Theoretically, it's not very important," Yan Shuang said flatly, "but I don't know the name, it will affect my performance when calling the bed."

Smoke-grey eyes stared at Yan Shuang.

Although I dare not say that I fully understand Yan Shuang, Qi Feiyun knows very well that Yan Shuang was just playing with him, but now, with such a calm appearance, he seems to be really serious.

"...Qi Feiyun."

Yan Shuang read the name after hearing this, and then suddenly grinned.

"Forget it, I don't like the name, so I don't do it."

It was still played after all.

Qi Feiyun didn't feel angry at all.

He even showed a shallow smile, feeling a different kind of pleasure completely uncontrolled by him.

Like playing a game where you never know how hard the next level will be.

There are no customs clearance secrets, no guidebooks, and there is no other way than to take your own luck.

And the owner of this game has an extremely casual attitude towards the players - whether they like to play or not.

Vehicle restarts.

The atmosphere in the car began to return to "normal".

"Buzz-"

The buzzing of the cell phone sounded very presently.

It was the voice that came from Yan Shuang's pocket.

Yan Shuang just held his face and looked out the window, the car window was not closed, and he blew his smooth black hair in a mess, and the indifferent expression on his face was like loneliness and loneliness.

Shouldn't he be acting at all?

According to the effect of hypnosis, Yan Shuang projected all his emotions on Qin Yubai alone, but in the end he found out that he was just a stand-in.

Even if it is only 1%, it should be sad, right?

"I don't know what strange things you're thinking about right now," Yan Shuang said with a blank expression on his face, "but I only have one thought in my heart."

"If you can't come home and cook for me within ten minutes," Yan Shuang glanced over, "you will never have a chance to sleep with me in your life."

The vehicle is parked downstairs.

Yan Shuang walked freely and casually, urging Qi Feiyun, "Hurry up, hurry up, you only have three minutes left."

Qi Feiyun stopped the car and got out of the car, Yan Shuanghuo clapped his hands in a hurry, "Come on, watch you take your time."

The man stepped out with long legs and said lightly, "Do you really want to sleep with me?"

"This is your chance, not mine," Yan Shuang walked beside him, "if you're slow, you won't have the chance to take the initiative in the future, but I still want to sleep with you whenever I want. what."

Go to bed, go to bed, hang on your lips like eating and drinking.

At least that hasn't changed at all.

No, or the truth that has never been concealed in front of him.

Qi Feiyun opened the elevator and stepped in, "Are you so sure that I will agree?"

Yan Shuang followed into the elevator. He leaned on the handrail in the elevator, crossed his legs, and said indifferently, "Of course."

"You don't even look in the mirror?"

"You have two words written on your face."

"Hungry."

The metal door of the elevator reflected his face.

With a very dignified and steady face, he has a good reputation among patients that he is "reliable when he sees his face". Because he is tired of those who entangle him after misunderstanding him, he always shows an excessively cold expression.

Such a face... Hungry?

Yan Shuang looked at the slightly cold expression on Qi Feiyun's face, "puchi" and laughed, "I lied to you."

The elevator door opened.

Qi Feiyun retracted his gaze, and strode out of the elevator.

"Why are you walking so fast this time?"

Yan Shuang followed.

Qi Feiyun pressed his fingerprint to unlock it, pushed open the door, turned around and said lightly, "Maybe it's because I'm thirsty?"

Yan Shuang smiled again, and leaned forward on Qi Feiyun's shoulder, the smile on his face faded, and his expression gradually became serious.

"Actually, if you look at it so carefully."

"Doctor Qi, your appearance is the type I like."

Dark pupils and smoky grey pupils stared at each other.

Yan Shuang's eyeballs are very large and filled up, making it easy for people to feel sincere.

Qi Feiyun withdrew his gaze coldly and walked straight into the room, the person leaning on his shoulder staggered, almost not standing still.

"There's only pasta at home."

"Oh, I'm whatever. I'm just hungry anyway. It's the same as eating anything."

Qi Feiyun stopped in his footsteps, and out of the corner of the eye swept behind him.

Yan Shuang kicked off his shoes and lay on the sofa.

As long as you are hungry, do you eat whatever you want?

Qi Feiyun lowered his eyes.

The pasta cooks quickly and the dressing is ready-to-eat.

Yan Shuang was hungry and ate deliciously. After eating, he said to Qi Feiyun, who was sitting opposite him, "Doctor Qi, do you like Cantonese food?"

Qi Feiyun looked up at him, "It's okay."

He doesn't have any particular preference for food.

"I recommend a great Cantonese restaurant to you, are you interested in trying it?"

Eyes are shining.

Looked more serious than at any other time tonight.

Qi Feiyun lowered his head and rolled up a fork of spaghetti, "No."

The person on the other side was silent for a few seconds.

"Do you know how many men want to invite me to dinner?!"

No matter how many times, Yan Shuang is always annoyed by the situation of "Is he always suffering, how come the scumbags don't light up".

Qi Feiyun lowered his head and said, "I know, the phone has been vibrating."

Yan Shuang put the phone in his pocket on the table.

The phone vibrated non-stop, moving slowly along the marble table.

Qi Feiyun didn't ask the stupid question "why don't you shut down".

Obviously, Yan Shuang was enjoying the panic of not getting a response from the person who kept calling on the other side.

Wouldn't it be boring if it was turned off?

"The bathroom is at the innermost, and the guest room is the second-to-last room on the left. Mr. Qin asked me to take care of you for one night. I will take you back to school tomorrow morning."

Qi Feiyun stood up and walked to the open kitchen on the side with a plate.

Yan Shuang supported his face with one hand and sat at the dining table looking at Qi Feiyun's back.

Qi Feiyun wore an apron.

The gray apron was knotted at the back of the waist, which made him have broad shoulders and a thin waist, a typical inverted triangle figure.

Yan Shuang's little finger nodded and smiled lightly.

Pretentious.

Qin Yubai's line has been completely completed.

His plan was to wait for Wei Yichen, who was suffering from the anger of the two, to find him, and to fill Wei Yichen's line in one go.

But since he's single now and sleeping at the target's house tonight, there's no reason to waste the night, right? This shouldn't be a violation.

The water was rushing, washing the plate in his hand, and suddenly, two arms were wrapped around his waist.

Qi Feiyun's movements were stagnant.

"Doctor Qi..."

Yan Shuang's voice was very soft, with a haze in the night.

"You look so **** in your apron."

The water rushed violently, splashing water droplets, hitting his forearm where his sleeves were rolled up, and he reached out and tightened the bridle.

Joke again? Qi Feiyun said lightly, "Let go."

Yan Shuang turned a deaf ear, but hugged even tighter.

"It turns out that every man's back is similar," Yan Shuang said indifferently, "It feels the same when you hold it."

Qi Feiyun lowered his hand.

Yan Shuang acted at ease all night, with an indifferent attitude. Until now, it seemed that he was only playing with him, but the face leaning against his back was slightly hot.

"Dang--"

The plate in his hand fell to the bottom of the pool.

Qi Feiyun was silent for a while, and said, "Are you crying?"

"what--"

A brief mocking syllable.

"Give me a break."

Yan Shuang raised his face, resting his chin on his shoulder, breathing close at hand.

"Only men cry for me."

Qi Feiyun was silent, his cheeks suddenly softened, he turned his face to the side, and saw Yan Shuang's red lips that were gone.

"Don't get me wrong," Yan Shuang let go of his hand, and with one hand he jumped onto the marble countertop. He really didn't cry, his expression was relaxed, "For me, as long as he is handsome, he is a good brother."

His eyes wandered on Qi Feiyun's handsome and upright face, he stretched out his hand and lightly hooked the cuff on his forearm, lowered his eyes, and complained softly, "Why are you so careless, the foam all over your clothes? ."

Qi Feiyun looked at him, and from the black hair on his forehead, he saw his upturned nose bridge and bright lips.

He had kissed those lips.

Although Yan Shuang had forgotten that memory, Qi Feiyun had reviewed it several times in countless midnight dreams.

It was his only experience, and it left a mark on his life anyway.

Want to forget, can not forget.

"Doctor Qi," Yan Shuang smiled and put his hands on his shoulders, "Want to kiss?"

The living room was empty and quiet, and the two of them were in the shadowed corner of the kitchen, almost blending into the darkness.

Still the same person, still the same problem.

Escape is useless at all.

A curse that follows like fate.

Staring at those two red lips, reject or accept?

No, the question he gave was: do you want it or not.

The man leaned down slowly, the speed of his approach was extremely slow, as if he was ready to go back at any time, his brows were slightly locked, and within a few seconds, he could stop every moment, but he still did not stop in the end.

He kisses again the boy who had kissed the first time.

- He is sweet.