I Can’t Be This Protagonist

The corridor was silent and empty, and the servants were all downstairs methodically preparing to wake up the manor, and the excitement was all downstairs.

With his toes sticking out from his slightly longer trousers, he kicked the slippers in front of him one by one, with his hands behind his back, with a playful smile, "Dare..."

The arm swept past his waist, the strength was crisp and neat, Yan Shuang almost rose into the air, his hands swung in the air in a panic, and wrapped around Wei Yichen's neck.

Wei Yichen wore a pair of rimless glasses today, and the edge of the lenses shone with a cold light, leaving a slanting shadow on his face. He didn't show any expression, didn't speak, just held Yan Shuang firmly and walked to the corner.

Yan Shuang just panicked for a moment, then leaned on Wei Yichen's shoulder, both quiet and supple, with one hand hooking Wei Yichen's neck, the other hand fiddled with the top button of Wei Yichen's shirt with his fingers, gently. He picked the button out of the hole and shoved it back with his fingertips.

The fingertips inadvertently slipped over Wei Yichen's protruding Adam's apple.

Wei Yichen kept walking, but following his movements, he occasionally glanced at Yan Shuang's face, his eyes shot out of the blue-lit lenses.

Such a cute appearance, is it also pretending?

Are you afraid that he will quit the game?

All along, the bait has been in Yan's hands. Does Yan Shuang's reaction today show that he also has some capital in this game?

Wei Yichen lightly kicked open the door of Yanshuang's room.

The room was very clean, only the bed was messy, the quilts and sheets were piled up together, and there were faint traces of two people sleeping together on the sheets.

Yan Shuang came out in a panic to find someone. When Wei Yichen came over, he had already guessed that Qin Yubai and Yan Shuang had spent the night last night.

Not unexpected.

Couldn't it be clearer what Qin Yubai meant by putting people at home?

Putting the person on the bed steadily, Wei Yichen raised his face on his knees, his thin lips moved slightly, "You haven't showered yet."

Yan Shuang's arm was still around his neck, and when he heard the words, he slowly pulled his arm back, and his hands fell on the button of Wei Yichen's shirt.

It is much easier to unbutton with two hands.

Holding the placket with one hand, unbuttoning it with the other.

Fingers that were very interested in playing with the button at first didn't re-button it like they did in the hallway.

His fingers slid down the straight placket and landed on the second button.

"how do you know?"

Yan Bi unbuttoned his shirt and said softly.

The second button was also undone.

The outline of the muscles loomed in front of him.

Butler Wei's figure is also quite interesting.

The button slipped away from the fingertips, the shirt was brought out of place by its owner, and the warm breath came close to Yan Shuang's ear, "Taste."

Yan Shuang's fingers stuck in the air, he tilted his face and approached Wei Yichen's ear, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, "What's the smell?"

The sharp lens swivels slightly, and the line of sight meets.

Both wore glasses.

It's like an unintentional camouflage.

The thick eyelashes twitched slightly behind the lenses, like twitching strings, and plucked incomprehensible notes in the silence.

Those eyes were sending a signal to him.

Those three words that were not finished in the corridor.

dare?

"Om-"

The phone vibrated on the wooden bedside table.

Yan Shuang retracted his gaze, stepped on the bed, walked to the head of the bed, sat down cross-legged, took out his mobile phone, and checked it as if no one else was around.

The tense atmosphere in the room just now vanished.

The thread was always in his hand, as tight as he wanted, as loose as he wanted.

"I'm going to school," Yan Shuang put down his phone and said to Wei Yichen, "I'm going to take a shower, I'll go first," he got out of bed, went to the closet to get a change of clothes, turned his back to Wei Yichen and said, "Gu Hao Your boss, don't let him make any mistakes." With his change of clothes hanging on his elbow, Yan Shuang turned his head and smiled generously at Wei Yichen, who was still half-kneeling, "I'm not tired of him yet."

Hearing the sound of water coming from the bathroom, Wei Yichen shook his head and chuckled.

He succeeded again.

Wei Yichen was half-kneeling, his knees were slightly numb, and he felt an attempt.

Yan Shuang cares about his feelings, and... is trying to tame him.

He does have his own capital in this game.

That is... himself.

When Yan Shuang came out of the shower, there was no one in the room.

Not only that, but the four-piece set on the bed has also been replaced with a new one.

Neat and clean as if nothing had happened.

The old wooden driver took Yan Shuang to school, and within three minutes after he got out of the car, another car of the same style stopped in front of him.

Yan Shuang calmly opened the door.

As soon as he opened the car door, he was stunned.

Ji Wensong was sitting in the car.

The white hair on the side pierced into the person's eyes at once.

"Mr. Ji?" Yan Shuang couldn't help asking.

Ji Wensong turned his face, the handsome face was calm and leisurely, and at the same time there was a majesty without anger and self-esteem, "Good morning."

"Good morning," Yan Shuang calmed down again, smiled, got into the car, and closed the door, "I didn't expect you to come and pick me up in person."

"I have something to deal with temporarily, and it is not convenient to meet formally, so let's talk in the car."

When Ji Wensong speaks, he is gentle and elegant, with a restrained old-fashioned gentleman's demeanor, but at the same time his restrained arrogance makes people feel that every word of him seems to be a kind of oppression.

He was not wearing a kimono today, but a very well-cut suit, which looked very formal, with a sleeve of starch washed white from the cuff, and dark blue gem cufflinks flashed across his wrist. It looks a little black under the refraction of light and shadow.

"Mr. Ji, is there anything wrong with me?"

Ji Wensong took a folder from his side and handed it to Yan Shuang.

Yan Shuang opened it and looked at it, thinking that Ji Wensong's subordinates are still not as capable as Wei Yichen, this photo is really average.

In the photo, Ji Yao had a cold face, leaning on a racing car, looking down at his wrist, wearing a pair of black and white racing gloves.

I didn't come to school for several days, it turned out to be racing.

"I haven't gotten sick for a few years," Ji Wensong said with a smile, "but you've brought out his addiction to courting death again."

There seems to be a sense of reproach in the words, but the tone is extremely relaxed, and there is a bit of ridicule.

Yan Shuang wasn't sure what Ji Wensong's attitude was, so he lowered his eyebrows and said nothing.

"Bring him back."

Ji Wensong's tone turned cold again.

Ling Yanshuang involuntarily went to Lenovo how Ji Wensong would punish him after Ji Yao came back.

The sense of oppression brought about by that unfinished imagination is all provided by Ji Wensong.

Ji Wensong was taking the opportunity to beat him.

Yan Shuang understood, "Okay."

Ji Wensong looked him up and down, and reached out his hand to caress the top of Yan Shuang's head, "If he was half as good as you, I wouldn't have to suffer so much."

Yan Shuang smiled without saying a word. For non-plot characters, he has always been stingy with special effort.

Although he had only met Ji Wensong once, Yan Shuang could probably figure out this person's temperament.

Strong to the almost perverted desire for control.

Follow him, neither irritating him nor arousing his particular interest.

"There are several classes today, take it well and listen carefully," Ji Wensong cared for him like an elder. "Reading is very important, especially for a smart child like you."

"Thank you, Mr. Ji, for your concern."

Ji Wensong withdrew his hand, feeling very strange to the boy who was submissive in front of him.

He neither feared nor respected him, but he was still so well-behaved and submissive, as if... afraid of causing trouble?

"How long are you going to hang out with that kid from the Qin family?"

"When the weather is cold, they should be separated."

"Oh, well, let him hang on for a while, lest he think he is so attractive and his tail is too high."

Yan Shuang didn't speak, thinking that he didn't plan to make Xiao Ji second.

Butler Wei has only had seven days of plot points in total, so it would be nice to have the emotional line full and rush to finish it.

"You don't like to talk?"

Ji Wensong said that he had something to do, but suddenly with great interest he put on a stance that he wanted to chat with Yan Shuang.

Yan Shuang hurriedly said, "I just don't know what to say in front of you."

"Oh?" Ji Wensong smiled again, "I understand, it's because I'm too old, there is a generation gap between you and me."

"That was not what I meant……"

"It's okay," Ji Wensong interrupted him and tapped him on the shoulder again, "Come on down."

Yan Shuang quickly got out of the car with the folder.

He got out of the car at a very fast speed, and he couldn't be called fleeing, and he was never nostalgic. His back hurriedly disappeared from Ji Wensong's sight.

Ji Wensong smiled slightly.

Knowing how to deal with and perfunctory is also a rare talent.

The sense of proportion is more precise than any junior in his family.

What a pity, this is not his child.

Ji Wensong looked back and said to the driver, "Let's go."

Knowing where Ji Yao was, Yan Shuang also felt relieved to go to class, and then went to Ji Yao after class.

In Qin's house, Qin Yubai had woken up. He had been feeling unwell for a few days. He was just too busy with work and had no time to get sick. so serious.

"Cough cough—" Qin Yubai was helped by the servant and sat up, "Then...what about Yan Shuang?"

Wei Yichen put down the porridge and hot soup, "He went to class."

"Class," Qin Yubai sneered coldly, "a bunch of nosy things."

Qin Yubai's eyes moved slightly, and the expression on his face softened, "Qin Qing is awake?"

"Yes."

Qin Yubai didn't ask any more questions.

What Qin Qing does every day is nothing more than playing the piano and painting.

He is the simplest person.

Because it is too pure, it is out of tune with the surrounding world and refuses to communicate with others.

Qin Yubai stirred the porridge twice, suddenly became impatient, put down the spoon, and said to Wei Yichen, "Bring him back, what class is he going to teach, I'm sick, does he still have the mind to teach?"

Wei Yichen was silent for a while, then said, "What if he refuses to come back?"

Qin Yubai wanted to say "He dares!", but after thinking about it, Yan Shuang should have really dared. He was unconvinced and wanted to beat him in bed last night. If he hadn't subdued him, maybe he would have been sick when he woke up this morning. injured.

The high fever brought not only the sweltering discomfort on the body, but also the throbbing pain in the forehead.

The pain accumulated in the body from years of exhaustion seems to have all flared up at once with this fever.

Qin Yubai closed his eyes and lay down with a frown, "Then let him come back immediately after class."

It's an amazing visual experience.

Wei Yichen looked at Qin Yubai's compromise, as if he saw himself.

They are all being domesticated.

He is awake and enjoying it, enjoying this dangerous alienation, testing where the boundaries of safety lie.

Qin Yubai was confused and fell deeper than him.

Perhaps, even Qin Yubai himself didn't notice it. He only asked his precious little brother one question in the morning, and then all the inquiries revolved around Yan Shuang.

What will they be like in the future, and who will tame whom in the end?

What an interesting question.

Wei Yichen raised the corners of his lips, "Okay."