I Can’t Be This Protagonist - Chapter 148

Yan Shuang ran out barefoot, the soles of his feet were stained with a lot of stone, soil and dust, and they were scratched. He didn’t cry when he was injured, he just hugged Ji Yao tightly, as if he was trying to absorb something from him. strength.

It’s been two months.

Ji Yao suddenly appeared and suddenly disappeared.

Yan Shuang was thrown into this villa on the snowy mountain by himself, like a traveler lost on an isolated island.

There should be servants in the villa, and there are also a large number of bodyguards outside the villa, but they treat him like a transparent person, not to mention communication, even their eyes are stingy, they are even more like characters imagined by Yan Shuang .

Beneath the vast snow-capped mountains, this small villa is as quiet as a tomb.

The only thing that makes sound is a couple of TVs.

The TV signal in the mountains is surprisingly poor. There are just a few programs that have been recorded in advance, and they can only be replayed after the end.

the same TV show.

Silent snow-capped mountains.

Servants and bodyguards who are both living and ghost-like.

Yan Shuang is the living dead trapped in the grave, and only Ji Yao, who he holds tightly at the moment, is the evidence that he feels that he is still alive.

Yan Shuang became “more obedient”.

Ji Yao carried him into the room, he quietly wrapped around his neck, not crying or making trouble, the tip of his nose rested on the side of Ji Yao’s neck, and tentatively touched the pulsating veins on his neck.

The fire in the fireplace was very strong, Ji Yao hugged him and sat down on the sofa, he touched the soles of his feet, and whispered, “Does it hurt?”

Yan Shuang’s expression was a little stunned, and there was a little mist in his eyes, “…Ji Yao.”

His voice is a little strange.

It was so hoarse that it seemed a little clumsy.

He hasn’t spoken to him for a month, and he’s trying to talk to himself, but he’s afraid he’s really going to be a lunatic.

So silent, he forced himself not to speak.

Until Ji Yao returned to his world.

Yan Shuang cried, he bent his knees and wrapped the whole person in Ji Yao’s arms, “Ji Yao…”

He kept repeating Ji Yao’s name.

As he said before.

He only calls his name now.

Repeatedly as if reciting a spell.

The caster bowed his head and peered into the weeping face through the gap between his shoulders and cheeks.

is poor.

It’s like the disguise he had in front of him at first.

Ji Yao reached out and brushed his hair, “It’s so long.”

Yan Shuang’s eyes poked out a little from his shoulders, and there were still tears in his eyes, looking bright, “Don’t you like it?”

“No,” Ji Yao lowered his head and kissed his forehead, “I like it very much.”

The milky white bathtub is not enough space, and it is a little stretched to accommodate two adult men.

Almost half of Yan Shuang sat in Ji Yao’s arms.

The wound on the foot has been treated, and the faint red marks are slightly smudged after soaking in hot water, Ji Yao asked him again: “Does it hurt?”

“It doesn’t hurt.”

Ji Yao grabbed his ankle, “Don’t lie.”

“…pain.”

The tall and straight body stood up from the bathtub, and the sound of “crashing” seemed to frighten Yan Shuang. He grabbed Ji Yao’s arm in a panic, and hid his hand in his chest, but did not dare to say anything to hold him back. .

Ji Yao turned around, pulled back his long wet hair from his forehead, and said to his uneasy eyes, “I’m not leaving.”

Yan Shuang pursed his lips. Although he didn’t speak, he used his eyes to express his distrust.

“You won’t lie to me again,” Ji Yao bent down and put his forehead on his forehead, the steam in the bathroom blurred the brows of the two, he said lightly, “I won’t lie to you again. .”

He gently removed Yan Shuang’s hand, walked to the sink and picked up a glass.

Yan Shuang was lying in the bathtub and looked at him, his eyes a little suspicious.

Ji Yao smashed the glass.

The debris splashed on the ground, and Yan Shuang timidly said, “Ji Yao, what are you doing?”

The glass smasher stepped on the shards himself.

Yan Shuang held the edge of the bathtub and watched Ji Yao approaching him with some horror, leaving a few faint red footprints on the ground.

Ji Yao raised his chin, lowered his head and kissed his lips, “I will accompany you to pain.”

“From now on, I will always be with you.”

He was half-squatting, the expression on his face was extremely serious, that delicate and beautiful face was as cold and clean as snow, “Would you like to?”

“…I would.”

The large bath towel wrapped Yan Shuang tightly. Ji Yao hugged him like a child. After carrying him to the bed, Ji Yao sat down and wiped his hair while talking to him.

“Do you remember the first time we met?”

Yanshuang turned his back to him, leaned in his arms, and grabbed the corner of his clothes with one hand, “I don’t remember.”

“In the bathroom.”

Yan Shuang turned his face back with a somewhat surprised look on his face, “Bathroom?”

“Well,” Ji Yao lowered his head and said lightly, “You seduce me.”

Yan Shuang: “…” Bullying him “amnesia”, right?

Ji Yao reached out and pressed his lips, “Bump into my arms.”

There was an innocent look in Yan’s eyes.

“That’s it,” Ji Yao commented on his eyes coldly, “pretend to be very innocent to seduce me.”

Yan Shuang: “…” It seems to be true.

Ji Yao bowed his head and kissed his lips.

“I’m so stupid.”

“I was immediately seduced by you.”

Yan Shuang: “…” Xiao Ji’s mouth really doesn’t even leave room for scolding himself.

Yan Shuang said, “What about later?”

“Later,” Ji Yao paused, “…we will be together forever.”

The unpleasant parts in the middle don’t matter anymore.

Yan Shuang didn’t ask, he turned around and hugged Ji Yao’s waist, “Don’t leave me this time.”

His tone sounded calm, and he tried his best to hide the trembling and panic, revealing only a little just right, so that his “hunters” could feel at ease with his achievements.

Ji Yao continued to wipe his hair with a towel, his tone was equally calm, “I can promise you first, then leave quietly, disappear for three months, and come back after that, maybe you will be completely obedient and won’t show off in front of me again. Your little thought…”

Following his words, the person in his arms began to tremble slowly.

“But I won’t do that,” the towel was placed on top of his head, Yan Shuang’s raised eyes were silently filled with tears again, Ji Yao stroked his cheek with his thumb, “It’s true.”

“Really?” Yan Shuang said with tears in his eyes.

“Well,” Ji Yao’s thumb wiped the corner of his eyes, “really, I said, I won’t lie to you again.”

“Then you kiss me.”

Ji Yao stared at him, holding his face in his palm, “Why?”

“Why should I kiss you?”

“No reason,” Yan Shuang looked a little anxious. He grabbed Ji Yao’s collar, tightened it and let go of his hand in a panic. He frowned, lowered his head, bit his lower lip lightly, and again He raised his face, with inexplicable emotion in his eyes, “…I miss you, Ji Yao.”

Ji Yao caressed his face lightly, his palms were warm and dry, and his expression finally relaxed and showed a gentle look.

He lowered his head and kissed Yan Shuang’s lips, just a touch of water.

Yan Shuang continued to look at him, with a touch of nostalgia and reluctance in his eyes.

Ji Yao kissed him again.

Like soft snowflakes falling on people’s lips, with a refreshing fragrance.

Yan Shuang closed his eyes.

He was obediently like a sacrificial offering.

He stopped “showing off” his own thoughts, and honestly kept Ji Yao’s lips with the tip of his tongue.

“Ji Yao…” He opened his eyes, his voice was a little anxious, and there was an anxious and shy blush on his face, “Hold me, okay?”

“Why?” Ji Yao asked again.

He seemed to be asking Yan Shuang, and he was also asking himself.

Yan Shuang met his gaze, his lips trembled, and the expression on his face was struggling with pain. He closed his eyes and fluttered his eyelashes vigorously. When Ji Yao heard his teeth were fighting, he struggled to squeeze four out of his throat. words.

“…I like you.”

It was snowing outside the window.

This snow has not stopped since the first day it fell, and it has continued to this day.

An indescribable coldness spread all over the body, and at the same time, a fire rose violently on Ji Yao’s chest.

A slender shadow appeared in the dark fog, she looked at him tenderly and nervously, her delicate eyebrows were frowning gracefully, and her pointed fingernails were pinched on his neck, “Xiaoyao, mother loves you, I just want you to die with your mother, why don’t you understand?”

His father held his hand and stood by his mother’s grave, teaching him contemptuously.

“You can do anything, just don’t imitate your mother, love to love, love to death.”

“Cowardly and stupid!”

“Don’t be silent, do you understand what I mean?!”

On the tombstone, his mother was also looking at him with a smile, with a happy look on her face.

She asked him – “Xiaoyao, why don’t you understand?”

Ji Yao lowered his face and kissed Yan Shuang’s eyes lightly, the turbulent mood subsided, and then a more surging wave was set off.

“I know.”

he whispered.

Yan Shuang’s eyelashes trembled slightly, just as he was about to open his eyes, he was kissed fiercely by Ji Yao, his shoulders were firmly locked, and he couldn’t move, like a butterfly caught by a spider web.

The handsome and reserved noble son is young and savage in the snowy night.

The slender fingers were tense, the knuckles sticking out one by one, sinking deep into the other pair of soft hands.

Rampage, no rules.

Yan Shuang suppressed the voice in his throat, but was smashed to pieces in the chaos.

The dodder flower and its parasites are entangled in each other’s flesh and blood, as if they are one.

Sweat flowed down the ends of the jet-black hair, dripping slightly hot on Yan Shuang’s eyebrows, which was the temperature only after a cold person like Ji Yao melted.

He opened his eyes and saw that Ji Yao’s snow-like face was full of suppressed emotions. He opened his lips, and before he could call his name in the future, his lips were covered.

The snow never stopped.

The sunrise on the snow-capped mountains is brilliant and splendid. The sun is sandwiched by the flurry of snowflakes in the air, shining into the room dazzlingly through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Most of the snow-white silk blankets have fallen to the ground, forming a black-and-white line with the black marble floor. the curtain.

Shadow shook violently.

The whimpered voice changed a bit.

Yan buried his face in the soft pillow, and grasped the soft pillow tightly with both hands, about to scratch it.

Breathing abruptly.

The air in his chest was inflated and then released, he coughed forcefully, and the hair on the back of his neck was gently lifted.

“cold?”

Ji Yao’s voice is still so cold and elegant.

Yan Shuang finally knew why Ji Yao’s indescribable plot was second only to Qi Feiyun.

Qi Feiyun is having fun.

Ji Yao is playing hard.

He suspected that Ji Yao wanted him to die, and he had evidence.

Even though the pain was blocked, Yan Shuang was still shivering all over.

“It’s not cold…” He buried himself in the pillow and sobbed softly, “It hurts.”

After a while, the other person was turned over, revealing a face that was stuffed into the pillow and crying in a mess, he glanced at Ji Yao pretending to be aggrieved, his eyes stopped suddenly, his eyes and nose were wrinkled, “Why are you… “

Isn’t this what happened just now? !

Without buffering? !

It’s too much, the guns have to change the magazines!

Yan Shuang interrupted directly, huddled into a ball and hid in a ball, but Ji Yao grabbed him out and was hugged by Ji Yao.

Yan Shuang hooked his neck, his expression still a little timid.

“Got it,” Ji Yao said coldly, “I won’t do it.”

Hearing his tone, Yan Shuang seemed to say, “I’ll let you go this time, I’ll see how you die next time.” He suddenly wanted to cry without tears. Haruka’s shoulders exhorted, “We still have a lifetime, we can take it slow.”

Ji Yao was silent, reached out and stroked his back lightly, and said lightly, “Did you coax your husband like that too?”

Yan Shuang: “…” Xiao Ji really knows how to chat.

“Why don’t you refute?”

Yan Shuang: “…I don’t know how to refute.”

Ji Yao took him to the bathroom, and said slowly as he walked, “You can say that I am your husband.”

Yan Shuang: “…” Ha, the master of humor belongs to yes.