I Can’t Be This Protagonist

His face was pressed firmly on the table, and he was almost unable to breathe, but Yan Shuang was laughing. The laughter came from his chest, drifting back and forth in the empty room, and followed the phone into the ear of another eavesdropper. middle.

The screen of the mobile phone was still flickering, Yan Shuang lay on the table and did not move, and the other end of the phone did not actively hang up the call, showing that he was on a call.

There is an invisible third person in this house.

Even if it is not Qi Feiyun, it will be someone else, even if it is not on the other end of the phone, it will be somewhere else.

Yan Shuang is not a pure little angel, Wei Yichen has always known and never minded it.

But is he really nothing in his heart? No likes and dislikes at all? Passerby... He is in his heart, just a passerby...

His fingers were tightly embedded in his short, soft hair, and he pulled up the person lying on his back. Wei Yichen glanced at that face.

His line of sight has completely adapted to the darkness, and with the dim light of the phone screen, he can clearly see Yan Shuang's soft outline and affectionate eyes, with a faint smile on his face, he can't tell what kind of emotion he is out of. It's not like sarcasm, it's not like pleasure, it's just funny, so I laugh.

He thought he was ridiculous, and Wei Yichen was clearly aware of it.

He is really funny.

He was helpless.

Yan Shuang didn't care whether he gave everything or threatened violence.

No matter what he did, it never left a little turbulence in his heart, and he actually thought that he would choose him in the end.

"You like being heard by others, don't you?"

There was no expression on Wei Yichen's face, and he had never been colder than before.

Yan Shuang called it "breaking the defense".

He could understand that Wei Yichen was being pushed by him.

He had a hundred ways to calm Wei Yichen down.

Just say a few words.

But he doesn't.

This is an abusive essay, and it's not a sweet and sweet essay. He still has plot points and a little emotional line to brush.

Bullying, bullying is over.

Yan Shuang smiled softly, "Otherwise?"

"What fun."

The voice is soft and pleasant, but it goes straight into the heart like the sharpest knife.

——Yan Shuang still only uses him as a tool to pull with other men.

Wei Yichen lowered his head and met those twinkling eyes.

Yan Shuang smiled at him, stretched out his hand, and pushed him away with little effort.

With his arms hanging to one side, Wei Yichen staggered against the wall.

Yan Shuang stood up in a leisurely manner, tidied up the crumpled clothes, and said in a soft, almost gentle voice, "Don't be so fun." He turned his head and said to the phone that had not been hung up: "Mr. Qi, what do you think? Yes or no?"

It can brush the emotional line of two people at a time.

This wave must be very grateful to the inventor of the mobile phone.

Qi Feiyun listened expressionlessly, and the palm of his knee remained motionless.

He seemed to see those sly eyes and disdainful face, as if everyone belonged to him.

"beep--"

The phone was hung up.

Yan Shuang smiled, shrugged, and said to Wei Yichen: "It seems that everyone can't have fun."

Wei Yichen leaned against the wall, he didn't want to be so ugly, he also wanted to invite Yan Shuang in a graceful and affectionate manner.

But Yanshuang is not allowed - because he is not worthy.

Maybe he had thought wrong before.

Yan Shuang didn't need a dog at all.

He shouldn't expect to give Yan Shuang, who is bruised and bruised, a home.

Yan Shuang wasn't rude, so he wouldn't give it.

Wei Yichen closed his eyes, and after a while, he opened his eyes again, and nothing was left in his eyes.

"You want to play... do you?"

His voice was light and cold, as if a traveler was frozen, and his throat trembled imperceptibly.

Yan Shuang laughed again, "No, I'm here to fulfill our agreement."

He approached slowly, staring into his eyes.

"I said, don't think too much."

"It's boring to think too much."

boring...

The corner of Wei Yichen's mouth tickled lightly. Is this the only thing he had in Yan Shuang's heart?

He refused once, thinking that he would get a promise in return.

The result is self-deception.

He has never... been in his options, not even an option. Does it make any sense to insist on it like this? Waiting for an ending that won't come at all, it's better to just... forget it.

Wei Yichen lowered his eyes, looked at the red lips that were gradually approaching in his eyes, and slowly closed his eyes.

***

Yanshuang covered his eyes with one hand to avoid the sunlight.

It's already morning.

Yan Shuang squinted lightly, and the housekeeper looked as if he had changed into a different person.

Wei Yichen's eyes were full of red blood, and his tie was still tied around his neck, hanging messily in front of his chest. Yan Shuang reached out and grabbed the tip of his tie, and chuckled lightly.

"Thanks for your hard work."

In one go, I finished the plot volume of the original book for a week.

The plot line and the emotional line are in place in one step, and they are directly filled.

It's not bad to complete the task according to the original plan. It is worthy of his pressing step by step to stimulate people to this end.

Wei Yichen looked at Yan Shuang's relaxed look. For some reason, he suddenly felt that the relationship between him and this person was over, and that's it, Yan Shuang was no longer interested in playing with him.

As if to confirm his guess, the hand that grabbed his tie immediately let go.

The most intimate union is like the most tragic separation.

He looks like a bereaved dog, with a collar still left on his neck, but has been abandoned by his owner.

No, that wasn't even his master, he never got him.

The wild dog on the side of the road was casually teased twice, and he thought that the other party would want to form a family with him. Even though he had been explicitly rejected countless times, he still kept a little delusion in his heart.

Even the wild cat who escaped last night was wiser than him.

Still not reconciled.

There was a silent roar in his chest, and his arms tightened quietly.

Yan Shuang raised his eyelashes and looked at Wei Yichen's increasingly red eyes with a half-smile.

Even though he got what he wanted and embraced for a night, he still looked like he had nothing, and even the last thing seemed to have been taken away by Yan Shuang.

It does look pathetic.

But what does this have to do with him?

He wasn't here to save the world.

Yan Shuang stretched out his hand and patted his face, "Almost there, get off."

"Think about your boss."

"He doesn't have the ability to trap me, so you can save it."

"Go down."

The warning tone slowly turned soft again.

"no kidding."

"Be nice."

Wei Yichen listened to the words in a strange way. He was clearly angry and miserable all night, but at this time, Yan Shuang found his strength in these last two sentences strangely.

Yan Shuang asked him to be "behaved". This is his discipline. He... is still interested in him, isn't he?

Wei Yichen got off the sofa, Yan Shuang sat up, and said casually, "Your sofa is small enough...don't squeeze me."

For some reason, Yan Shuang suddenly became casual to him.

Not the same as before.

It doesn't seem to be teasing deliberately, and it doesn't seem like he wants to completely abandon him.

Unrealistic hope arises out of despair, but at the same time, I feel cold instinctively, like a fish on a chopping block, with a knife, my consciousness is still alive, and I am still lingering, fantasizing that I am still alive.

"Am I bad?"

His voice was calm and dry.

He knelt in front of him, with a dark tie dangling in front of his chest, his hair was tangled in a mess, and the handsome butler seemed to be broken from the inside out when we first met, and he was still holding the last Even a little hope.

Yan Shuang lay on his back, pulled the handkerchief beside him, wiped his long curved legs, and said casually, "Which aspect are you referring to?"

"In bed?"

Wei Yichen didn't deny it, no matter what, he just wanted to listen to Yan Shuang's sincerity.

Yan Shuang thought about it for a while, and replied honestly, "It depends on who you are comparing with."

"Overall, it's above average."

Yan Shuang said in an academic tone: "Don't be discouraged, after all..." Yan Shuang paused, "People are different."

He had met a mermaid in a fantasy world before.

The mermaid prince in the book is beautiful and harmless. He looks like a little fairy, delicate and weak, and he likes to cry. Whenever he doesn't move, his hands and feet hurt and he wants to hug, but when he kisses, he wants to Eat him directly - it's real, the mermaid has a tradition of eating mates in the setting.

In comparison, although this world is vicious, the variety of scum attack is relatively normal.

It's just an ordinary person who likes to abuse his body and mind, dig out his kidneys, and dig out his corneas.

They are so kind.

He was so moved.

After hearing his comment, Wei Yichen's eyes were dim and calm, and he even curled the corners of his lips, as if he was about to laugh, but he gave up halfway, and in the end he didn't put on a full smile.

"thanks."

Thank you for staying with him for one night, and thank you that he is also considered to be... "above average" in his heart.

Yan Shuang sat up and said casually, "Can I take a shower in this old house? Is there hot water?"

His waist was suddenly hugged, his cheeks were pressed against his shoulders, Yan Shuang was held tightly, and when he reached out his hand to push the person away, a warm dampness spread over his shoulders.

Yan Shuang was stunned for a moment and couldn't help but cry, why did he still cry.

Also, seeing his red eyes all night, sooner or later he will have to shed these two tears.

The eggs are already cooked, so there is no need to add hot water anymore. After all, playing with Slag Gong will also take his time.

Yan Shuang is quite experienced in how to deal with a man crying for him.

Yan Shuang quietly hugged Wei Yichen for a while before pulling his hand away. He turned around and rubbed the top of Wei Yichen's head lightly, then lowered his head and kissed the top of his hair.

"do not Cry."

"no big deal."

"The days are long."

The arms around the waist tightened.

His teeth snapped on his shoulder.

Yan Shuang blocked the pain, only felt that the skin was being pulled and bitten, and the smell of blood soon spread.

Yan Shuang sat quietly, still rubbing the top of his head.

"Okay, okay, you'll never see me again."

"Don't be so angry."

The unprecedentedly gentle tone made Wei Yichen think of the gentle touch on the top of his head when he was abandoned by the pair of men and women many years ago.

"Little Chen, my father and mother will come back to see you."

As a result, they never looked back and never showed up again.

Yan Shuang changed into the clothes Wei Yichen prepared for him.

The clothes looked new and fit well, and Yan Shuang was not surprised at all. Wei Yichen regarded this place as his future home, and he was included in the plan of the home.

"gone."

Yan Shuang waved at Wei Yichen and turned the door with a flat expression.

"I love you."

There is no fluctuating voice, and he expresses this confession without passion. Compared with expressing love, this is more like the final conclusion. Only Wei Yichen knows that just saying these three words has consumed all his strength. He no longer had any strength to add to the statement.

It was so bleak, but it was all his.

Wei Yichen looked at Yan Shuang's back without any pause, and his heart slowly pressed against a mountain.

The dust has settled.

Although he has made enough money to buy back this old house, it still does not belong to him, he is still the outcast, no one cares about him, no one loves him, even his biological parents Same.

In the old house where he was born, like fate, he was once again... abandoned.

He lowered his face slowly, the floor was too old, there were stains in the cracks, and the footprints they stepped on last night, the mud and stains mixed together, it seemed like a complete puzzle.

It turned out that this was his end.

A puddle of mud that no one cares about.