I Can’t Be This Protagonist Chapter 70

Yan Shuang didn’t speak or struggle. He quietly looked at Qin yubai holding him.

The expression on Qin Yu’s white face was like that he would collapse as long as he said one more word.

Yan Shuang’s inner reflection: did he force Qin yubai to this?

“You won,” Qin yubai repeated again. Yan Shuang smelled some choking tobacco smell on him, “are you happy?”

Yan Shuang thought: happy.

Of course he is happy when the emotional line is 90.

The core of his relationship with Qin yubai is sadistic love.

The moment of love is also the beginning of tragedy.

When they reach 100, they will be completely separated.

Now Qin yubai is trapped. Should he symbolically express it?

Yan Shuang thought for a moment. If he doesn’t slap Qin yubai now, should he even love him?

The servants in the house consciously hid. Qin yubai took Yan Shuang upstairs and didn’t meet anyone. It seemed that there were only two of them in the whole building, empty and lonely.

Qin yubai took the man back to his bedroom, put him on the bed and lay down. He stretched out his hand to pull the quilt to cover Yan Shuang.

Yan Shuang stretched out his hand to block the quilt, “I want to go back.”

The arm was forcibly pulled down, and Yan Shuang was tightly wrapped by Qin yubai, “you can’t go anywhere. Stay honest.”

Yan Shuang was silent for a moment. After thinking about it, he decided to continue to stimulate him, “what I said in the car is true…”

“Shut up.”

Qin yubai’s tone was really cold again. The quilt was pulled until Yan Shuang’s lips were pressed, so that Yan Shuang couldn’t make a sound.

“Don’t worry, I will find someone and make him regret moving my people.”

Yan Shuang: ”

Tiezi, are you going in the opposite direction?

He’s lying here. Take revenge on him first?

Is it too close to be far away? Isn’t it?

“Stay honest.”

As soon as Qin yubai released his hand, Yan Shuang was dishonest immediately. His arm lifted the quilt and was about to run. He was still pressed back by Qin yubai.

“The contract is still in my hand,” Qin yubai said blandly, but there was another stabbing pain in his heart. How did they come back to the origin in the end? “Can you afford the liquidated damages?”

“You may think I can’t do anything to you.”

“You can try.”

Qin Yu Bai Song opened his hand. He stood straight and looked down at Yan Shuang. “Do you want to drop out of school and go to jail?”

Yan Shuang looked at Qin yubai incredulously, thinking that Qin yubai finally remembered that you were a scum attack.

Slag attack has no heart. Slag attack doesn’t understand love. Slag attack will only bully and lure, and do whatever it takes to achieve its own goal.

Even if he likes him.

So what?

If he refused to love him, would he kowtow and kneel to pray for his love?


I can’t.

“You’ll sleep here tonight,” Qin yubai said faintly, inserting his hand into his side pocket. “I’ll send someone to check you tomorrow.”

Yan Shuang: ”

He really wanted to jump up and kiss Qin yubai.

Yes, yes, that’s the smell. The more you like it, the more you want to stab people in the heart.

Sadistic activist Qin Dadan.

Yan Shuang thought that if he didn’t show it again, it wouldn’t make sense.

Laughter rang out abruptly in the room.

At the first sound, Qin yubai thought he had heard wrong.

Then the laughter continued. Qin yubai didn’t say anything to stop it and let Yan Shuang laugh in bed.

Yan Shuang trembled with laughter. “In the car… You have… Kissed me…” his fingertip pointed at his lips. He smiled more ugly than crying, “I’m bleeding, you’re bleeding, and if I’m sick, you’re the same…”

Qin yubai stood quietly, his expression didn’t fluctuate, and his tone was still flat. “I mean to let people see if you have frostbite.”

Yan Shuang was still laughing. Tears seeped from the corners of his eyes. He took a deep breath, his face tilted on the pillow, his eyebrows frowned slightly, and looked sarcastic and sarcastic, “isn’t it?”

Qin Yu looked at him with white eyes and said coldly, “you look like a ghost. I think it’s necessary to let someone check your brain.”

Yan Shuang was silent.

They are trying their best to hurt each other to prove their feelings.

Still painful, that is still love.

Yan Shuang suddenly opened the quilt covered on his body. His body was white and attractive, shining brightly in the light. He smiled provocatively at Qin yubai, “I want to fulfill the contract now.”

This is the first time Yan Shuang took the initiative between them.

But under such circumstances.

Heartache, really painful.

Qin yubai can’t describe that feeling. For a moment, he wanted to go back to the time before he knew Yan Shuang. Everything didn’t happen. It turned out that the suffering at that time was already a kind of happiness.

What can be restrained is desire.

What cannot be restrained… Is emotion.

“Go to sleep,” Qin yubai said with an expressionless face, “what’s the matter? Wait until you wake up tomorrow.”

“Don’t you dare?” Yan Shuang looked sarcastic.

“What do I dare not?” Qin yubai was suddenly angry. He pressed one knee on the bed and grabbed Yan Shuang’s chin. His tone was cold and mixed with anger. “Don’t take yourself too seriously. You are my tool to vent my desire. I’m not interested now, okay?”

Yan Shuang: ah, he hasn’t heard Qin yubai humiliate him for some time. It’s like listening to xianle’s ear for a while.

They were so close that Qin yubai could clearly see every slight change on Yan Shuang’s face.

His nose trembled slightly, his eyelashes trembled, and his teeth poked out of the gap between his lips and would bite those two lips immediately.

It’s a sign of his pain tolerance.

Is it? He’s in pain, too.

That’s good.

Why do they want to maintain a relationship that makes both people feel pain?

But he would never agree to let him go now.

Would rather pain than let him go, let yourself go.

Humans are contradictory creatures.

Qin Yu Bai Song’s hand and regained his calm. “Sleep, you need to rest now.”

Yan’s head tilted to one side, stared at a point in the air, remained silent for a while and said, “I don’t want to sleep here.”


Yan Shuang sat up and said to himself, “I want to sleep on the third floor.”

The air pressure in the room decreased significantly.


Yan Shuang raised his face and said word by word, “I don’t want to sleep with you.”

“I sleep downstairs,” Qin yubai leaned over and watched Yan Shuang pick up the person with warning eyes. His actions were cautious and careful. “If you toss again, don’t sleep tonight.”

He didn’t say it was OK. When he said it, Yan Shuang wanted to be a demon again.

Yan Shuang twisted his face and bit Qin yubai’s chest muscle. Soon, even across his shirt, Yan Shuang tasted the smell of blood.

Shielding pain, he has no worries about hitting or biting people. His mouth is fast and accurate.

Without saying a word, Qin yubai took the man back to the previous small room.

Instead of going through the picture, he walked through the door of the room.

The small room remained the same as when Yan Shuang left.

Qin yubai put the man down and hugged his neck, but his arm was still twisted and refused to let go. He lowered his eyes and looked at Yan Shuang in the dark.

Such a gesture of retention expresses the opposite meaning.

Those eyes stared at him in the dark, hatred.

It seems to be an overly optimistic idea to go back to the origin. It is clearly… Worse than that time.

With a heavy heart, Qin yubai smiled and said, “it seems that I don’t grass you today. You are reluctant to let me go.”

The wrist was bitten hard.

He suffered more injuries during this period than in the previous twenty years combined.

Qin yubai said to himself, “it’s so cheap.”

The heavier the strength from the wrist.

Qin yubai bowed his head and kissed the soft lip along the direction of his wrist. At the same time, he kissed a little blood from his wrist.

At the moment when the four lips touched, Yan Shuang bounced away like hot.

Qin yubai dropped his wrist and suddenly thought of a joke he said when he was drunk.

“People who love each other will kiss.”

A strange silence was restored in the room.

Something… Something that he and Yan Shuang both know is rolling in the house.

But none of them can admit it or say it.

Qin yubai leaned over and kissed.

Yan Shuang struggled silently to escape.

Once the lips touch and the tip of the tongue is twisted together, the feeling of intimacy will spread all over the body, and the addiction can no longer be concealed.

The body doesn’t lie.

Crumpled shirts and suits were thrown under the bed.

Long time no see.

Embracing the body again, Qin yubai threw himself into it. He didn’t think about anything in his mind. He was happy for a moment, that’s all.

After returning to silence, the breathing in the room was deep and shallow, and the heartbeat pasted together shared a gradually similar frequency from violent to flat.

There was a pleasant and exciting spark in his brain, which temporarily depressed all his other thoughts. Qin yubai hugged Yan Shuang from behind, bowed his head and kissed him gently on his shoulder.

Yan Shuang trembled all over. Qin yubai’s Kung Fu in bed belongs to advanced type. He has made progress time after time, which is contrary to his attitude towards feelings. The more he likes it, the better he lives.

Yan Shuang praised him with one word.

——”Get out.”

A sneer.

The lazy voice after the rhyme replied, “please, I won’t stay.”

Yan Shuang: OK, go away after serving.

Qin yubai put on his shirt and trousers in the dark. He went to the door and looked back at Yan Shuang lying still in the dark. Strangely, he remembered that Yan Shuang had been wrapped in clothes and hurried back to the room.

Is this the mood?

Do not feel any slightest bit of being cherished, or even just a little bit of goodwill.

He closed the door and looked up at the silent third floor.

He had not received Qin Qing’s response for a long time, but he was used to it. At most, he felt bitter.

And tonight

Qin yubai bowed his head and smiled bitterly.

Returning to the downstairs living room, Qin yubai went into the kitchen and found that the housekeeper was cooking milk.


Qin yubai glanced at the cup in his hand.

“Mr. Yan didn’t eat anything after he came back. I think he should at least drink a glass of milk before going to bed.”

Without saying a word, Qin yubai opened the wine cabinet, casually took a bottle of red wine and said faintly, “are you too empathetic?”

“Mistakenly, sir,” the housekeeper poured the hot milk into the cup and said frankly, “I just take care of Mr. Yan as a member of the family, such as the young master.”

When the liquor was poured into the cup, Qin yubai was too lazy to sober up and took a hasty drink. It was really astringent and sour. The aroma of roses just passed by, leaving only endless bitterness in the aftertaste.

The housekeeper held the milk and was waiting for the owner’s approval.

Qin yubai drank up half of the wine in the cup, put down the glass and poured himself wine again.

The wine “Gudong Gudong” poured into the sound of the wine cup, and the master spoke lazily.

“Put more sugar on him. He likes sweet ones.”


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