I Can’t Be This Protagonist Chapter 31

“You’ll live in this one later.”

The servant opened the door and saw the furnishings in the house.

The room is not big, with a single bed, desk and wardrobe. The whole room presents a light gray tone, simple and generous. In addition, there is a frosted glass door, which should be nested with a small bathroom.

“Thank you.”

“You can walk freely on the first and second floors, but you can’t go up on the third floor. The young master doesn’t like to see people for fear of noise.”

Yan Shuang nodded, “I know.”

The servant closed the door.

Yan Shuang pushed the suitcase to the front of the wardrobe.

The wardrobe is large, leaning against the wall, with three opposite doors.

Yan Shuang didn’t bring much luggage, and he didn’t have two clothes. Besides, according to his plan, he didn’t need to bring too many things to live in Qin’s house for two months at most.

Hang up the clothes and put the suitcase in the wardrobe. Yan Shuang went to the bathroom to freshen up briefly and fell into the soft bed.

Comfortable, more comfortable than the beds in dormitories and small hotels.

Yan Shuang took his cell phone and sent a message to all three eggs except Qin yubai.

“I worked overtime today. You didn’t come out to welcome me and cry.”

“Ji Yao, where have you been? You haven’t come to school for several days. I know you hate me. I’ll never appear in front of you again. Will you come back? Please.”

“Dr. Qi, did you eat the supper? Was it delicious?… if you didn’t eat, could you tell me why? Thank you. I wish you a smooth work and good night!”

After sending, the mobile phone was directly thrown under the pillow, regardless of whether those people saw it or not and whether they replied.

He was so full at dinner that he was sleepy.

Yan Shuang’s sleep is always heavy, but he has a special skill – once someone enters his safe area, he will be alert immediately.

The professional cultivation of the ace employees of the book company.

Just like now, Yan Shuang’s brain has regained consciousness and noticed that someone was watching him in the dark.

This is a man with little taste.

The man leaned down slowly, and Yan Shuang’s nose smelled a faint taste he was familiar with and liked.

The smell of money.

Like wet ink.

Quietly slipped under the soft pillow he was resting on.

When the man straightened up, his arm was caught.

Wei Yichen turned back and saw a pair of half closed slightly bright eyes in the dark, with a sly smile.

“Are you back?”

The voice is gentle, with a soft feeling of waking up from sleep.

His tone seemed to be attached to the man he caught.

Wei Yichen gave a “um”, and the same voice was very light.

There were only two of them in the room, but he naturally lowered his voice, as if he was afraid to wake up the nonexistent third person.

Yan Shuang grabbed him with one hand and touched under the pillow with the other. Sure enough, he touched a thin note.

Yan Shuang held up the paper money and said with a smile, “welcome gift?”

Wei Yichen reversed his arm, clasped Yan Shuang’s wrist and put it into the quilt, “yes.”

He could control one arm, but he couldn’t control the other. Yan Shuang stretched out his arm and hooked his neck. The temperature of the note was cold and hung gently on his cheek. Yan Shuang’s strength might not be much, but Wei Yichen bent down along his strength.

The note and lips kissed him on the cheek at the same time.

One side is cold and one side is hot.

A drunken dream.

Yan Shuang retracted his arm and hid the note under the pillow. Both hands were buried in the quilt. He looked like a good boy, “good night.”

Wei Yichen knows that tonight’s “bait” is over.

Yan Shuang is like a fisherman. He only gives him a little bait every time.

Wei Yichen was not fooled. He turned and left when he ate the bait.

Because he knows that as long as he doesn’t take the bait, there will always be another time.

Once he became greedy, the sharp hook would pierce his throat, and he would be hung on Yan Shuang’s fingertips like booty.

Wei Yichen straightened up.

His eyes adapted to the darkness, and the outline of the face was clearly reflected in his eyes.

It looks surprisingly similar to the ghost like young master.

There will be no two people so similar in the world.

Unless… There is a special connection between them.

“Good night.”

Gentle words floated in the dark, and Wei Yichen left the room at night.

Sometimes things in the world are so coincidental.

When Yan Shuanggang closed his eyes and was ready to continue to sleep, a small sound came from his ear.

Not the door, but… The wardrobe?!

Yan Shuang thought to himself that there were terrorist factors in a mere book of ancient and early dregs and cruel articles. Has the recent heat of infinite flow had such a far-reaching impact?

“Squeak –”

The wardrobe door is open.

Yan Shuang: he was so excited that he even wanted to jump up and say hello. Hello, did your colleague next door go to the wrong place?

Yan Shuang was disappointed when the cold fragrance of plants and trees hit the edge of the bed.

Oh, it’s Qin beast.

How did Qin beast come out of the wardrobe?

Yan Shuang recalled the wardrobe that seemed too big in such a small room. When he opened the wardrobe, he saw the strange horizontal wooden strip behind the brown wood board. Yan Shuang immediately figured it out.

The function of this wardrobe is not to hold clothes.

It is a secret passage.

Connecting the two adjacent rooms of the master and servant.

His fingers gently brushed away his dark hair.

A cold, shrill voice came into my ears.

“Sleep like a pig.”

Yan Shuang: ”

The slightly hot finger belly slipped over his forehead. If there was any strength, he gradually slid down his forehead to the bridge of his nose… He pinched Yan Shuang’s nose hard.

“Woo -”

Yan Shuang didn’t pretend to sleep for another second, and immediately opened his eyes.

Qin yubai’s hand is hanging in the air. Even in the dark, you can see his shining mischief like eyes.

“Wake up?”

Yan Shuang: I suddenly feel that the palm is itchy. I really want to have close contact with some people’s facial skin tissue.

Qin yubai seemed to see through his mind. He put his hands around the quilt on Yan Shuang’s side and wrapped Yan Shuang like a silkworm chrysalis so that he could not move his hands and feet.

Qin yubai approached. Yan Shuangcai smelled the faint smell of wine on him. The man was drunk.

The dry lips fell on the cheeks with a little rose like aroma.

Soft kisses are not like Qin yubai’s usual style.

As if to echo Yan Shuang’s mood at the moment, Qin yubai’s kiss became impatient, ran over Yan Shuang’s ear and left immediately.

He spread his hands and condescended, “I won’t kiss you.”

Yan Shuang: “…” whatever.

“People who love each other will kiss.”

Yan Shuang: “….” I’ve slept. In this kind of thing, pure words seem a little too ridiculous.

In order to cooperate with the performance, Yan Shuang gave him a decent response, “get out.”

Qin yubai’s face was gloomy for a moment. “What did you say?”

Yan Shuang struggled in the quilt and couldn’t open it. He simply pushed down, retracted the quilt and drilled out from the end of the bed.

Qin yubai was probably not very drunk. He grabbed Yan Shuang’s ankle quickly.

There was a silent chase in the dark.

The thin quilt was messed up and served as a yoke and shelter between the two, turning a small single bed into a position in the battlefield.

The expensive coat and the white T-shirt fell to the ground.

The cold wind from the air conditioner aroused fine pimples on the skin.

The top of my head fell on the air outlet, and the wind was cold and itchy.

In the quilt, sweat is stacked one layer after another.

“Speak…” Qin yubai bit Yan Shuang’s ear and strongly demanded Yan Shuang’s response.

He didn’t want to turn the scene into a monologue.

It would make him look too addicted.

Yan Shuang clenched his teeth and didn’t say a word. He just clenched Qin Yu’s white black hair and tightened his hand.

The expression on his face was both painful and addictive, and tears rolled down his cheeks.

People have many languages.

There are many kinds of vocal organs.

Hair, eyes, breathing, muscles, every inch of skin can speak language.

Yan Shuang didn’t say a word.

It’s like saying everything.

Two people hug each other tightly, who dares to say that they are not addicted to the dark surge in the night?

Qin yubai lowered his head, took a deep breath and smelled the unique smell of Yan Shuang.

Citrus aroma, mixed with youth’s sweat, and a trace of other wonderful aroma.

That aroma represents Yan Shuang’s surrender to him.

Although Yan Shuang may be reluctant and unwilling in his heart, at this moment, his body has surrendered.

This is an alternative pleasure for men to conquer.

He doesn’t love him, but at the same time he can’t resist his body.

The cold air of the air conditioner blew overhead, and their hair was tangled together.

Qin yubai gradually calmed down the residual heat in the cold wind, but he still didn’t want to get up.

The touch of skin will give people an illusion, an illusion of intimacy.

Very comfortable and relaxed, easy to make people lazy and tired.

So Qin yubai hugged Yan Shuang, put Yan Shuang’s face on his chest, and slept like that.

Yan Shuang woke up first the next day.

As soon as he lifted his head, he knocked on the hard object. Yan Shuang looked up. It was Qin yubai’s chin.

Qin Yu was a little drunk last night, and he even played extraordinary. Yan Shuang didn’t have the heart to beat him.

When they woke up, their hands and feet were still intertwined. The gray quilt fluctuated in four long legs. They didn’t know where to cover it, revealing two pairs of feet against each other.

Yan shuangqu got up his long legs, brewing for a while, gave Qin yubai a kick, and kicked people out of bed with quilt.

The ground was paved with solid wood floor, and Qin yubai’s strong big man made a “Dong” sound on the ground.

Then… There was no sound.

Yan Shuang sat up suspiciously and kicked Qin yubai on the back with his toes. Qin yubai shook with his strength, and there was no response at all.

“Qin yubai!”


In the master bedroom, the family doctor gave Qin yubai a drip, “first reduce the temperature and let someone wipe his body, so that he will feel better.”

“OK.” Wei Yichen took the family doctor out and wrote down the precautions.

Yan Shuang stood at the head of the bed and looked at Qin yubai, who was still in a coma. He breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, it’s just a high fever.

He almost thought that Qin yubai had a good life last night and that someone died.

Scared the hell out of him!

Yan Shuang lovingly patted Qin Yu’s sweating dog head, “don’t have an accident. You must take good care of your body.”

We still have a lot of plot lines to brush!

When Wei Yichen pushed the door and came back, he was seeing this scene. Yan Shuang noticed the movement, immediately retracted his hand and looked at the huge oil painting in the bedroom.

The oil painting depicts a huge mountain. The dark sky is low on the snow peak. The whole painting looks so narrow and lonely.

It is this picture that connects the two rooms.

Wei Yichen said calmly, “Mr. Yan, can you come out for a minute?”

They walked out of the bedroom and into the open corridor.

Yan Shuang wore an old T-shirt as a pajama.

The clothes are too old and the neckline is falling down. It’s easy for people to sneak their eyes in and see what new marks have been dyed on this jade like body.

“You stand here and don’t move.”

Yan Shuang raised his face, “why? Do you want to buy me oranges?”

Wei Yichen ignored his joke and turned to walk downstairs.

Yan Shuang lay on the railing and looked at what Wei Yichen said to the servant downstairs. The servant nodded and immediately turned around. Wei Yichen also turned around, looked at Yan Shuang, waved back and motioned Yan Shuang not to show his face.

Yan Shuangchong stuck out his tongue and leaned against the marble wall in the corridor.

After a while, Wei Yichen came up with his hands on his back.

“You’re in a hurry,” said a pair of slippers in a faint tone. “You forgot to wear your shoes.”

Yan Shuang lowered his head and looked at his bare feet.

It was very urgent just now. What happened to Qin yubai Wan? It will delay his work progress.

In a hurry, I ran out to find someone and forgot to put on my shoes.

Yan Shuang looked up at Wei Yichen.

The eyes behind the gold rimmed glasses were extremely cold.

Yan Shuang called it: lower head.

Maybe he misunderstood his concern for Qin yubai. The housekeeper looked very disappointed.

Those who give in to desire are too fragile.

He would rather Yan Shuang debauchery and degenerate in the world than see Yan Shuang fall in love with anyone.

This is not jealousy.

It’s a pity.

Yan Shuang touched his mind thoroughly, smiled, kicked off the slippers in front of him with his toes, and his tone was command.

“You take me back.”


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