I Can’t Be This Protagonist - Chapter 146

When Yan Shuang was eating, Ji Yao sat on the side and bandaged his wounds. He was very calm. Compared with when Yan Shuang first saw him, he has changed a lot. He is still proud, but there are fewer inhuman fireworks floating in the clouds before. The feeling, there is a trace of stability after tempering.

It is also true that the disease is more serious.

Yan Shuang didn’t even look at him, and ate on his own.

I don’t know where Ji Yao got the chef, but it quite suits his taste.

hunger strike? It’s a hammer, and it’s good to say it. Anyway, Xiaoji has said that.

A meal Yan Shuang ate deliciously, Ji Yao sat next to him and didn’t eat much. He watched him eat the whole time. Yan Shuang thought he didn’t exist, wiped his mouth after eating and left without delaying the ground for a second. up the stairs.

Ji Yao didn’t catch up.

Yan Shuang walked slowly to the second floor and saw a quiet vase placed at the corner of the second floor of the stairs.

In the freezing and snowy place, a few fresh and fragrant white roses were rarely inserted in the vase.

Yan Shuang stretched out his hand and stroked the tender petals, his fingers slowly traced the elegant bottle body downward, and said softly, “It’s a pity.”

“Bam—”

The crisp cracking sound suddenly exploded in the quiet villa.

The water poured down along the gaps in the debris, and Yan Shuang stood in the pile of debris, counting down silently in his heart.

three

two

one

The sound of rapid footsteps came from downstairs on time.

When the footsteps approached, Yan Shuang bent down and picked up a piece of debris from the messy water.

“what are you doing!”

The always indifferent voice changed when he saw the scene in front of him.

Yan Shuang held the fragment of the vase and looked back leisurely.

Ji Yao rested one hand on the wall on the side of the stairs, his face was terrifyingly gloomy, and his eyes were fixed on the fragment of the vase held in Yan’s hands, “What are you doing?”

Yan Shuang glanced at him coldly, he didn’t respond, turned his face silently, and stretched out his other hand to the pile of debris on the ground.

Before his fingers touched the shards, his wrist was pulled up with force, and the other hand was also tightly clasped by Ji Yao, and the whole person was pulled away from the pile of shards by Ji Yao.

“I asked what you are doing.” Ji Yao’s tone was cold, and an undercurrent of anger was surging on his face.

Yan Shuang seemed to be unaware of his anger, still holding the piece of debris with his fingers, and lightly wrote: “I didn’t do anything, I accidentally broke the vase, I’ll clean it up.”

The atmosphere was eerily quiet.

The two who looked at each other were expressionless, and they all seemed to have a calm look.

Yan Shuang: Whoever suffers will know it.

After a long time, Ji Yao let go of Yan Shuang’s one hand and slapped the vase fragment at Yan Shuang’s fingertips.

Yan Shuang made a gesture to **** him, he squeezed his fingertips slightly, and Ji Yao simply curled up the shards with his palm.

There was a faint smell of blood in the air immediately.

Yan Shuang looked at Ji Yao’s face.

Ji Yao’s face did not change, there was anger in his eyes, he flicked his palm, and with a sound of “dang bang”, the sharp pieces were stained with blood and stumbled down the stairs. It opened and landed on the handrail of the stairs.

Yan Shuang stared at the direction in which the fragments fell, turned around a moment later, and the moment he lifted his foot, he was lifted up into the air.

Subconsciously grabbing Ji Yao’s shoulders with both hands, Yan Shuang turned his face, “What are you doing?”

Ji Yao didn’t say a word, hugged him and took a step, took a step and paused, kicked his left slipper before continuing up, holding Yan Shuang barefoot across the corner full of debris.

Yan’s eyes crossed his shoulders and stopped on the slipper on the steps.

I ran so fast that I lost one of my shoes.

Knees arched open the bedroom door, and Ji Yao threw the person directly on the bed.

Yan Duo bounced on the soft bed, and just as they were about to bend their arms and get up, their shoulders were pressed.

Ji Yao looked at him condescendingly, his eyelashes covered his eyes, hiding the emotion in his eyes, he slowly said, “Did you do this on purpose?”

Yan Shuang said lightly: “What did I do on purpose?”

The palm that held his shoulder was a little warm, and the sticky wetness was about to soak into Yan Shuang’s shoulder through the clothes, Yan Shuang turned his face, and looked a little disgusted, “It smells bad.”

It was eerily quiet again.

Ji Yao didn’t say a word, his chest rose and fell slowly, as if he was calming down.

After a long time, he let go of his hand and took a half step back, “There are clothes in the closet, change them yourself.”

Yan Shuang turned his head to look at the blood stains on the shoulders of the pajamas, sat up, took off his shirt without hesitation, and threw it at the person standing at the end of the bed.

The clothes were covering his face, Ji Yao reached out and grabbed the clothes, raised his eyes, and saw Yan Shuang lying on the bed, stretched out.

“Come on,” Yan Shuang patted the bed, “Don’t pretend to be a gentleman, go up if you want.”

The sunlight from outside the window shone into the house, making Yan Shuang’s skin even whiter. He was carved out of white jade, flawless, and his curves and figure were so graceful and moving.

Ji Yao didn’t feel the slightest joy of getting what he wanted.

On the contrary, the anger that was finally suppressed in his chest began to roll in his chest again, and the soft clothes were tightly grasped in the palm of his hand, and the stinging wound became the last warning line for him to maintain his sense of reason.

Wrapping Yan Shuang’s pajamas around his palm, Ji Yao opened the closet, took a pajama and threw it on the bed.

“Put it on.”

Yan Shuang: …Damn, is this person not good?

Yan Shuang raised his face, “Aren’t you going to do it?”

Ji Yao’s face became more and more ugly, “Put it on.”

“I asked if you would do it?”

“I let you put it on.”

“I don’t wear it,” Yan Bi said, grabbing the waistband of his trousers, “Not only will I not wear it, but I will continue to take it off.”

Ji Yao stood at the end of the bed, watching Yan Shuang clean all his clothes.

Beautiful, clean, pure… Ji Yao is willing to use all the beautiful words in the world to describe this body.

He sat naked on the bed, like a drop of dew on a leaf.

Fragile and transparent, it was frightening for him.

“You want me, don’t you?” Those bright and moving eyes were full of indifference, “Come on then.”

The soft cloth embedded deeper into the wound, Ji Yao said indifferently, “You are cheaper than I thought.”

Yan Shuang smiled, “Really? You often imagine me?”

Ji Yao frowned slightly, the corners of his lips pursed into a straight line.

Yan Shuang stood up from the bed, stepped on the soft bed with bare feet, and approached Ji Yao who was standing at the end of the bed step by step. He walked very naturally, and his eyes were always on Ji Yao’s face like a hook. In front of Haruka, he approached recklessly.

“You always kiss my lips,” Yan Shuang raised one foot, resting the sole of his foot on Ji Yao’s shoulder, and said lightly, “Don’t you want to try kissing other places?”

The aroma that came out of the skin seemed to penetrate into Ji Yao’s nostrils.

He reached out and wrapped his arms around Yan Shuang’s waist.

There is no barrier of clothes, the touch is soft and smooth, and it feels like being sucked when the palm is attached, which is a wonderful intimacy.

The next second, Yan Shuang was pushed down.

Then, his face was covered by the oncoming clothes.

“Put it on,” Ji Yao’s voice was frosty, “sleep.”

Yan Shuang: “…”

Okay, Ji Xiahui, you are cruel enough, he remembered this account!

The next day, Ji Yaoren simply disappeared.

Yan Shuang originally wanted to perform seduction Dafa again, but he had nowhere to go, so he could only grieve in the small villa to get over his clothes, stretch out his hands, eat, and open his mouth, watching the miserable days of TV and games.

By the way, I burn incense and worship Buddha every night to pray for the early return of my “good friends” who have run away from home.

One afternoon about half a month later, Yan Shuang was taking a beautiful bath in the hot spring outside the bedroom. The sun was setting in the west, and the snow-capped mountains in the distance were just right. He lay in the hot spring pool and looked downstairs.

In the woods not far away, a pure black off-road vehicle came galloping, and it was the missing person Ji Xiaoyao who got off the driver’s seat.

Ji Yao, who had disappeared for half a month, wore a dark green hunting suit with a belt around his waist, making his shoulders wider and his waist thinner. Noticing something, he raised his face.

Yan Shuang looked at him.

After Ji Yao glanced at him, he withdrew his gaze, turned and entered the villa.

After a while, Ji Yao came up.

He pushed open the bathroom door, his boots fell on the ground, “A hot spring?”

Yan Shuang didn’t give him a good look, and didn’t ask him where he’d been for the past two weeks, and said coldly, “Nonsense.”

Ji Yao was not angry either, he took off the gloves and threw them aside, squatted down, dipped his hands in the water, pulled out his hands after a while, flicked his fingers, and said, “Don’t soak for too long.”

“Leave me alone.”

Ji Yao was silent for a moment, then picked up the gloves and sat on a chair by the hot spring.

Yan Shuang reservedly buried his neck down in the hot spring, “Can you stop sitting here staring at me?”

Ji Yao patted the glove on the palm of his hand and said lightly, “Qin Yubai is looking for you.”

Yan Shuang: Is there any problem for the son to find his father? !

“Wei Yichen is also looking for you.”

Yan Shuang: Does the dog have a problem finding its owner? !

Ji Yao raised her eyes with a light expression, “There are quite a few people looking for you.”

Yan Shuang looked innocent, “What about my husband?”

Ji Yao sat in the chair and looked at Yan Shuang quietly, then turned his face to look at the snow mountain not far away after a while.

The setting sun was setting quickly, the sky was gloomier every second than the last, and the clouds in the sky were oppressive and thick gray, as if a storm was brewing.

That night, when Yan Shuang was lying on the bed about to fall asleep, the bedroom door was pushed open.

Yan Shuang only glanced at Ji Yao, and then continued to pull the quilt to sleep. This buddy was like a joke every time, and he would not accompany him.

Ji Yao walked to the window silently, stretched out his hand to open the curtain, and stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.

There is a different kind of peace in the bedroom.

Ji Yao stood quietly, looking out of the pitch-black window. In the night, the outline of the snow peak in the distance became a little blurry.

I heard it will snow tonight.

In the darkness, the blanket bulged.

Ji Yao sat down beside the bed, his eyes had gradually adapted to the darkness, and he could clearly see Yan Shuang’s soft outline.

With his eyes fixed on that face, countless sparks of joy jumped out of Ji Yao’s brain.

The fingers paused in the air again as they approached the sleeping cheeks.

He likes Qin Qing.

What I like about him is appreciation, yearning and not disturbing.

What about Yan Shuang?

He hated his deceit.

He resented that he had forgotten everything as if nothing had happened.

… but was restless at every moment when I couldn’t see him.

When I can’t see him, I keep thinking of him.

When he saw it, he was inexplicably happy, and sometimes, he was very angry, so angry that he was about to go crazy, and he had to stay away from Yan Shuang for a while, but he thought about it day and night in his active separation.

How should such conflicting emotions be defined?

Ji Yao lowered his face and pondered for a while, then looked out of the window inadvertently, his breathing suddenly stopped.

Snowing.

Large swaths of snowflakes fluttered in the wind, still white and dazzling in the dark.

Ji Yao watched quietly for a while, he turned his face, but met Yan Shuang’s eyes that he had opened at some point, and Yan Shuang was also looking at the snow outside the window.

“Snowing……”

Yan Shuang’s voice was soft.

“Ok.”

“What a nice view.”

Ji Yao looked out the window again.

The snow was fast and sharp, pressing down overwhelmingly, as if it was about to drown the whole world, Ji Yao turned around, his eyes lingered on Yan Shuang’s face for a moment, he stretched out his hand, and his cold fingers lifted Yan Shuang’s chin , his lips were lightly on Yan Shuang’s lips, without any other meaning, he whispered: “Yes, it’s beautiful.”