The Paranoid Protagonist is Addicted To My Stickers

"It doesn't matter, I will give you as much space as possible on my body."

Yan Ci looked down at him, the corners of his lips curved gently, and said again, "I want to hug you."

He hasn't figured out Xia Zhinian's secret yet, but the rice cake dumpling is stuck in the mood at the moment and can't get out, feeling uneasy.

...In this case, it is better to focus on him.

Just look at him.

Yan Ci smiled lightly, his black eyes were deep and dark, and he urged in a low voice, "Hurry up."

Xia Zhinian: "..."

He doesn't seem to agree yet.

Xia Zhinian's ears turned red. Thinking about it, when he was emotionally broken yesterday, he asked Yan Ci to hug him, and Yan Ci agreed, but, but now...

He has no clothes on.

Xia Zhinian's eyes were round.

Yan Ci urged slightly: "Hurry up."

"..."

Well what, black sesame glutinous rice **** are enough for you.

Xia Zhinian's ears were hot, Xiaoxiao took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, slowly approached him, raised his hand, swayed his fingertips back and forth on his waist, glanced at the clearly textured waist and abdomen muscles, and slowly pressed his fingertips up a little .

Leng Bai's body suddenly tensed up for a moment.

Xia Zhinian: "?!"

Xia Zhinian was startled, and subconsciously withdrew her hands to hide.

A hand was clasped on the forearm to press him back, followed by the lower back being held down, the tall body was completely enveloped, holding him in his arms.

The palms were hot, and there was a light woody aroma in the breath, Xia Zhinian was stiff, his fingertips were trembling, and he dared not move his body.

Yan Ci's body was also tense, and the two of them leaned against each other, like two big rocks that were not soft at all.

Yan Ci's chin was on his shoulder, one hand wrapped around his waist, and the other hand went back and pressed the back of Xia Zhinian's hand, with a pleasant voice, "Don't shake, it will itch."

Xia Zhinian: "..."

The young man flattened his mouth and snorted, "I, I can't control it."

Yan Ci laughed, and the deep voice was close to his ears, which made Xia Zhinian tremble, and became even more stiff, the other hand that was not held down by Yan Ci instinctively shook again, and brushed against his waist.

"hiss."

Yan Ci clicked his tongue, and his voice was a little lower, inexplicably dangerous, "Hey, don't shake."

Xia Zhinian's scalp was numb, "..."

He, he, work hard.

"Click."

There was a sudden bright light before his eyes, and the dazzling light suddenly fell, Xia Zhinian instinctively closed his eyes, and then opened them again, the cold and white appearance of the boy in front of him became more and more eye-catching, and his palms were very hot.

"Knock knock."

There was a knock on the bedroom door.

Xia Zhinian's heart thumped heavily, he woke up suddenly, his earlobe was burning hot, he pushed him away and ran away.

Yan Ci: "..."

You are so timid, so you can't help but be scared.

The corners of Yan Ci's lips curled up, and he picked up the upper pajamas from the side, and put them on slowly.

The door was still half-closed, Xia Wenhan waited for a while for no one to open the door, opened it a little, and looked inside.

Yan Ci came out of the bathroom in his pajamas, while his younger brother stood a little far away, with red ears and round almond eyes.

Xia Wenhan looked back and forth between the two of them, and glanced down, "Niannian, put on your shoes."

Xia Zhinian just heard the noise and went down to knock on the bathroom door, but forgot for a moment, the light was dim, and Yan Ci couldn't see clearly.

The boy ran back and put on his shoes, looking at him... indeed, he was much more relaxed than during the day.

Yan Ci left the bedroom and went outside, Xia Wenhan handed over some clothes brought by Xia's father and mother during the day, "Every year."

He frowned, and looked at the handsome and gentle boy in front of him with his long and narrow eyes, "You said that there is a way to make Niannian better. What did you do during the time when you pulled the switch?"

When Yan Ci found him earlier, he said that he should calm down Niannian's emotions first, and asked him to help pull the switch to stop the electricity for a while. He was dubious, and pulled it with an attitude of trying.

It looks really useful.

"What did you do?"

Yan Ci's smile was slightly deep, and of course he couldn't say what he did, he thought for a while and said, "It's nothing, he's soft-hearted, just draw his attention."

Xia Wenhan looked at him suspiciously.

Yan Ci's method really worked. Xia Zhinian took a shower and changed into the pajamas brought by Brother Xia. At least until bedtime, his head was empty.

But after waking up a few times in the night, the effect faded.

Messy voices circled and overlapped in my ears.

"Why are you robbing my body?"

"What about my Niannian, please return my son, please."

"Xia Zhinian, my body, mine."

"Unlucky, I can't even eat after seeing him."

"You are not my brother."

"I stole three lives from others, and I will have to pay them back sooner or later."

Xia Zhinian was dripping with cold sweat, and suddenly opened his eyes, Yan Ci was still sleeping not far away, curled up, biting his left index finger to press the movement and taking a few breaths slowly.

In fact, he doesn't often have this kind of dream, but recently it may be because he thinks too much during the day, thinks about it every day, and dreams at night.

The original owner in the dream questioned repeatedly, Xia's father and Xia's mother also looked disgusted and hated, grandparents, second uncle and sister-in-law, all kinds of faces appeared in front of him.

He will pay it back.

he will pay back...

Xia Zhinian felt a sharp pain in his head, his whole body trembled, he squeezed his teeth hard, tasted a bit of blood, and shrank silently under the quilt.

When Yan Ci woke up in the morning, he saw that the gauze on Xia Zhinian's wrist was loose, and when he checked the wound, he found his index finger was almost bloody, and the skin on his lip was also torn, his face darkened.

But when he asked him, the boy didn't say a word, his eyes were empty.

After agreeing to take him out today, Yan Ci and Xia Wenhan chose a place where there were not too many people and not too remote, and they met Xia's father and Xia's mother, and almost surrounded them.

Jiang Yuan and Yan Ci were close to each other on one left and one on the right, while Xia Hongyu and Xia Wenhan followed closely after a short distance behind.

Xia Zhinian looked back, pursed her lips, a little depressed, lowered her head and said nothing.

"Every year."

Jiang Yuan looked at him with a soft voice, "If this is not interesting, why don't Mom and Dad take you on a trip."

Xia Zhinian shook her head without even thinking about it.

He has robbed enough of other people's things, and he doesn't want any more.

Now he only wants the original owner to come back, even if the original owner can't come back...he can't live as someone else's identity.

But I don't know the original text, or even if I know the original text, I can never be sure that I can go back through the plot.

It's just what he thinks it is.

It's just that he wants to leave.

Xia Zhinian stepped a little faster, trying in vain to get out of the encirclement that seemed to be roasting him, but he was fast, and the surrounding people also speeded up.

Xia Zhinian's chest was tight and anxious, so he stopped abruptly, took a deep breath, and pursed his lips frequently.

He was very irritable, but he also knew that at least so far, the people in this circle followed him because they were worried about him, so he endured his anxiety and slowed down his voice, softly, almost like begging.

"You...don't follow me, okay?"

He is uncomfortable.

"Every year."

Jiang Yuan's eyes were red, Xia Zhinian bit her lips, hesitated to speak, but finally said nothing, bowed her head, turned around and walked quickly.

"Every year!"

"Xia Zhinian!"

There was a sharp brake sound, and the friction between the tires and the ground produced harsh movements. Xia Zhinian looked up and saw the car approaching at a high speed around the side corner.

Two hands were clasped on his waist suddenly, dragging him backwards with terrifying force.

"Well."

He fell on the person behind, his eyes fell on the car that was speeding up and then speeding away, and suddenly thought of something.

"Every year!"

Jiang Yuan rushed forward, pulling Xia Zhinian around in fear, "Niannian, is there anything wrong? Is there anything wrong? Don't scare mom."

Xia Zhinian shook his head, turned around and gave Yan Ci a hand.

"Every year."

Jiang Yuan's eyes turned red instantly, tears fell suddenly, her voice choked up, "What's wrong with you Niannian, please tell mom, okay, you like Chu Qingjian, mom, mom will go to Chu's house and talk about it for you, okay?"

"Mom and Dad have been looking for you for thirteen years." Jiang Yuan sobbed, her eyes were red, and she grabbed his arm, "Don't do this, Mom... Mom is scared."

Xia Zhinian looked at her, the worried and terrified face in front of him overlapped and then separated from the pleading and resentful face in the dream that made him return his son, making him uneasy.

But the real worried face nearby made his heart throb again, his fingertips sank into his palm, and the pinch turned white, he slowly supported her arm, his voice was very soft, a little difficult and hoarse.

"…Mother."

Jiang Yuan was stunned.

"what?"

After the younger son came home, he never yelled like that.

Yan Ci lowered his head to look at the boy in his arms, his amber eyes were clean and clear, reflecting others, but not showing his true heart.

Xia Zhinian pursed her lips, was at a loss for a moment, then thought a little more clearly, and said softly: "I, I'm fine, I don't like Chu Qingjian, and I won't let you worry about it anymore."

"...don't cry."

He wanted to return the things, and this couldn't be changed, but now that the Xia family still had Yan Ci guarding him, he couldn't get away. Anyway, I don't know the original text, so I just follow the ending of the fanfiction.

Maybe the ending of the original owner's car accident was changed by the same humanities.

The Xia family is worried about him, so he will be fine.

In any case, there is not much time left before the final ending, so let the Xia family and Yan Ci stop staring at him.

Xia Zhinian stretched out his hand, tentatively, and wiped away the tears on Jiang Yuan's face, his voice was soft and soft.

"Mother."

His heart skipped a beat, and he groaned softly.

Jiang Yuan was stunned for a moment, then smiled with tears in her eyes, and then her tears became more violent, choking her sobs unspeakably.

Xia Zhinian has recovered quite a bit with the naked eye, he is not in a daze or distracted, knowing that they take care of him, he usually does not enter the kitchen or get close to dangerous objects.

Looked lively and laughed a lot.

Almost the same as before.

But Yan Ci always felt that something was wrong, and the Xia family couldn't let it go. No matter what the psychological problem was, it was difficult to recover so quickly for no reason.

Xia Zhinian went back to live in Xia's house, and Yan Ci went to visit from time to time, and several members of Xia's family took advantage of Xia Zhinian's afternoon nap to hold a discussion meeting with Yan Ci.

Jiang Yuan frowned, "Xiao Ci, why is Nian Nian like this? Is it really because of a secret love or a failed matchmaking?"

Yan Ci shook his head, "I don't feel like it."

Now he even doubts whether the rice cake dumpling really likes Chu Qingjian.

Thinking about the situation of the rice cake dumpling during this time, he frowned slightly.

"It's like...he's overwhelmed by something unspeakable."

Xia Wenhan put down the water glass, the bottom of the glass touched the table and made a slight sound, "Why don't you go see a psychiatrist."

"I mentioned it."

Jiang Yuan sighed, "Niannian doesn't want to go."

Xia Zhinian just woke up, went down to find a glass of water to drink, and heard a few people discussing not far away, their heads were very big, and they touched their ears.

He felt that he really didn't have any psychological problems. It's just that he had more nightmares recently. In the past, he was actually fine. At most, he was...carrying the stolen things on his back, and he was under a lot of pressure?

Still worrying over there, Xia Zhinian had no choice but to make some noise to signal that he had come down.

Yan Ci got close, got up and came over, followed by the three members of the Xia family, saw the young man who was so sleepy that his hair exploded, reached out and patted his head, "Wake up."

Xia Zhinian yawned, some physiological tears overflowed from the end of his eyes, nodded, softly, "Come down and drink water."

He looked at a few people, thought for a while, and said, "I want to go back to class. It's almost the end of the semester, so I have to take the exam."

Although his grades are bad.

But there is still a difference between bad exams and no exams.

Yan Ci looked at the boy, who was wearing a loose set of pajamas with short sleeves and shorts, his calves were straight and slender, and his ankle bones were thin and protruding, and then extended down into the slippers at home.

The injury on the wrist was healed, but the left index finger was bitten hard before, and there was a band-aid on it.

It was useless for him to say this, and he turned to look at the members of the Xia family. Xia's father and Xia's mother looked at each other, and after thinking twice, they felt that they could not keep people bored at home, and it was better to go to school.

Anyway, the final exam is coming up in a few days, so there should be no problem with Tuo Yanci taking care of him for a few days.

The night before going to school, Yan Ci came to find Xia Zhinian and took him out.

It was completely dark outside, Xia Zhinian was sitting in the co-pilot, shaking his head and looking around, seeing the increasingly remote and desolate scenery outside the window, he was a little puzzled.

"Where is this going?"

Yan Ci smiled gently, "Take you out to play."

"what?"

So far away, what are you playing?

Xia Zhinian looked back at the boy in the driver's seat, his bony hands were carelessly resting on the steering wheel, his cold white complexion was in stark contrast to the pitch-black steering wheel, his knuckles were thin and slender, and the blue blood vessels on the back of his hands were faintly visible.

The visual impact is very strong.

Xia Zhinian looked at his hands a few more times, then looked at his own, it was white and tender, obviously smaller, not as good-looking as Yan Ci's, and he smacked his lips.

The place the car drove to was a remote warehouse, and there were loud cheers coming from the shadows of trees not far away, and they didn't know what they were doing.

Xia Zhinian got out of the car, looked around, the warehouse was old and looked quite old, Yan Ci found out the key to remote control.

The rolling shutter door rose slowly, and an electronic door inside also opened to both sides, rumbling and rumbling, revealing a technological and barbaric feeling that did not match the appearance of the warehouse.

The door opened, and a little light spilled in, illuminating half of the car.

The black and blue spray paint is staggered and deep, with a little pungent oily smell, and the metallic feeling is retro and thick.

Xia Zhinian's eyes widened, and he let out a surprise, "This is..."

A motorcycle? !

Black sesame glutinous rice **** still play this?

Yan Ci leaned on the side of the car with his long legs, found two helmets from the side, waved to the boy with round eyes, and smiled casually, "Come here, put on the helmets."

Before Xia Zhinian, allergic asthma was very serious, and she almost stopped all dangerous and stimulating activities. Seeing this, her heart pounded twice, her eyes sparkled, and she ran over quickly.

"Is this just for playing?"

"Ok."

Yan Ci put the helmet on for him, put the furry head in, his brows and eyes drooped casually, "I'll take you to have fun."

Xia Zhinian: "!!"

"Good!"

Excitedly, he followed Yan Ci to straddle the car, Yan Ci leaned over slightly, turned the handle, the roar of the accelerator suddenly intensified, and the low voice fell into his ears muffled through the helmet.

"Hold tight."

Xia Zhinian's heart was beating loudly, hitting his chest one after another, pulling the clothes around Yan Ci's waist, warming the back of his hand, he was clasped by another big cold white hand, pulled it forward, and pressed it to his waist and abdomen.

"Boom!"

There was a loud noise.

The car under him rushed out like an arrow flying off the string.

Xia Zhinian: "!!"

Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck!

The extremely fast wind was blowing head-on, and was blocked a lot by the people in front of him, but there was still a strong airflow blowing over the shoulders and necks, accompanied by the roar of the accelerator.

The momentum was too strong, and his body leaned back inertially. He instinctively hugged the waist of the person in front of him tightly, his arms tightened and strangled tightly, his eyes opened round with irritation and excitement, and his breathing stagnated for a moment.

Yan Ci's movements were very steady, tearing off his usually gentle skin, revealing a bit of a bit of a cold aura in the night.

The car rushes up the road and merges into the motorcycle traffic ahead in the blink of an eye. Xia Zhinian quickly sweeps away, and finds many familiar second-generations who have seen him at the banquet, either riding a car or standing by the side, rushing towards this car Looking out of the car.

"Holy shit, this car is so cool."

"Who is this?"

"Why do you still bring people, can you play?"

The car passed by quickly, and the sound of the wind fell into the ears far away, almost only the noise remained, and it caught up with the motorcycle that had just started a step earlier.

Someone next to him tried to speed up. Xia Zhinian hugged Yan Ci's waist, feeling the blood flowing against his head, his whole body was hot, and the speed was a little faster.

The wind was blocked by the helmet, his eyes were bright, sweat dripped from his forehead, his breathing was short of breath and he couldn't keep up with the rhythm of his heartbeat, as if he was stuck in the helmet and couldn't breathe, and the extremely fast stimulation wiped out all the thoughts in his head.

It seems that the world is only left with the sound of wind and humming, as well as the pounding sound of a violent heartbeat.

Yan Ci threw himself away, but suddenly changed his way at the fork in front of him, not taking the same way as the second generations who got together.

The other side is darker, with fewer people, and the road is more partial.

Yan Ci let go of the speed, his muscles tensed up, and after running a lap back to the front of the warehouse, he suddenly slowed down. The smell of tires rubbing against the ground was burning into his nostrils, and his heart and lungs were boiling hot.

Xia Zhinian's heart was beating violently, his hands were shaking uncontrollably, his wet breathing made the helmet glass in front of him seem to be covered with water vapor, his eyes were bright, and he was gasping for breath.

"Yan Ci!"

Yan Ci's breath was slightly disturbed, and he came down and took off his helmet, revealing slightly sweaty forehead hair, his chest heaving obviously, turning his head, staring deeply at the young man, raised his hand to take off his helmet, his voice hoarse.

"Fun?"

"Is breathing normal?"

The cold wind blows through the scalp, but it can't dissipate. The whole body is hot. The young man's heart is beating rapidly, his breathing is short and chaotic, his face is flushed, his soft forehead is covered with water vapor, his amber eyes are shining with excitement, he nods, his throat is dry.

"Fun! Normal!"

He's never been this excited.

After confirming that the juvenile's allergic asthma was not committed, Yan Ci felt relieved, smiled lightly, casually, with sharp aura looming, his black eyes bottomless.

He put down his helmet to stabilize the car, raised his hand to clasp the boy's waist and hugged him down, touched his head, and said in a deep and hoarse voice, "Are you happy?"

Xia Zhinian raised the corners of her lips and smiled briskly.

Happy, of course happy, no one would be unhappy if someone coaxed him to play, his eyes were round, he tightened Yan Ci's clothes and nodded repeatedly.

He finally understood what it meant to have fun, it was just to see him unhappy, take him out to play and have fun, that's all.

Xia Zhinian's eyes were bent, and the light in them was clean and bright, which was exceptionally dazzling. He was not breathing evenly, and his whole body was hot. He tugged at Yan Ci's clothes, and his voice couldn't stop rising a little.

"Yan Ci, why don't you go the same way as those people just now, they don't run as fast as you!"

Yan Ci laughed, and there was a muffled sound in his chest, and he slowly hushed his head, "Good boy, Yan Ci is so gentle and amiable, how can he play with such things."

Xia Zhinian: "..."

Oh! Forget that the black sesame glutinous rice **** are still covered with glutinous rice skins.

Yan Ci looked at the young man with a light smile, "You don't seem very surprised."

Xia Zhinian was very excited, bit her index finger, and was pulled by Yan Ci to let go, her voice was crisp and clear, "It's not the first day I know you are black."

Yan Ci was silent for a moment, curled the corners of his mouth, his meaning was unclear, "...Am I black-hearted?"

Xia Zhinian: "..."

Xia Zhinian's mouth was going bald, and he smiled embarrassingly, and admitted his mistake in a second, "I was wrong, you are innocent, I am black."

Yan Ci: "..."

Yan Ci twitched the corners of his lips, the corners of his lips raised slightly, and walked in with his helmet in his hand. Xia Zhinian hadn't recovered yet, his face was flushed, he tugged on his sleeve, his voice was small, and he couldn't hide his joy, "Yan Ci, I want to play again."

Yan Ci stopped and looked back at him.

The boy was visibly excited and put aside his previous worries.

Xia Zhinian looked over expectantly, but Yan Ci only touched his head, with a steady voice, "Next time."

Xia Zhinian groaned, humming and chirping, "Don't do it next time, what if there is no next time."

Yan Ci stared at him, his black eyes were bottomless, and his voice was soft, "Why isn't there a next time, I said there will be."

Xia Zhinian: "..."

Ok.

Xia Zhinian calmed down a bit, but she was still very happy, and followed her step by step, watching Yan Ci park the car.

Yan Ci must have been playing this for a while, and after running a lap, he quickly returned to normal, unlike Xia Zhinian, whose hair on the top of his head is still straight and puffed up, happily like New Year's Eve.

After all this tossing and excitement, Xia Zhinian rarely had a good night's sleep. When he woke up at dawn and returned to the classroom after a long absence the next day, he was still in a blissful mood.

Putting a piece of candy into his mouth, he greeted Yuen Long who had turned back.

Before Yan Ci arrived, Yuan Lang looked at him in surprise, "Back table, you are back!"

Yuen Long smacked his lips, thinking of the big news they heard before asking for leave, he never thought that Xia Zhinian was Chu Yan or Yan Chu's CP fan.

This pair of CP was banned on the forum before, and they were not allowed to mention it. It was obviously Yan Shen's handwriting.

Xia Zhinian must have offended Yan Shen.

I don't know if it has anything to do with Shuangshuang's leave.

He was curious, so he asked directly, "Xia Zhinian, it's almost the end of the term, why did you and Yan Shen ask for leave?"

"Don't talk about being sick, how can they get sick together."

Xia Zhinian smiled, his almond eyes were curved, and he was quite straightforward, "Going to have some fun."

Yuen Long: "???"

What?

Yuen Long looked at the young man in bewilderment, feeling bewildered.

And...was Xia Zhinian so lively before?

The front door was pushed open with a "bang", and Zou Ziqian rushed in excitedly, yelling.

"Big news, big news! Someone from Shengguang International next door wants to transfer to our school. I heard from the teacher's corner that they seem to come to our class!"

"What? Transfer now or next semester?"

"That's not the problem, is it? Shengguang International is a rich second generation, and they transferred to another school when they were full?"

"I heard that I originally planned to go abroad, but later I wanted to take the domestic college entrance examination, so I turned around and studied hard. Come today!"

"Huh? Today?!"

"It's the end of the semester, are you crazy and now transfer to another school?"

Zou Ziqianyishi stirred up a thousand waves, and the class exploded in an instant. There was not much malice, but it was the second time that there was a transfer student in the class. The last one was Xia Zhinian.

How did this come to an end?

The classroom was noisy, Xia Zhinian recalled the fan-arts he had read, and he remembered that there seemed to be a transfer student, but it was the beginning of the third year of high school, and he had mentioned it briefly, without much ink.

There was noise in the front row, the back door was pushed open, Xia Zhinian sat on the stool, stepped on the front bar of the stool and sat in a small ball, biting a piece of candy in his mouth, and played with his mobile phone as usual without paying attention.

A clean and hearty voice sounded from the side, asking politely.

"Hello, classmate, is this Class 1, Grade 2?"

Xia Zhinian turned her head, and was caught off guard by a gentle and delicate smiling face.

The eyebrows and eyes are very familiar.

Xia Zhinian: "??!

this is…

Xia Zhinian was stunned, his head was in a daze, the phone slipped from his hand and fell on the table.

The person who came to see him was stunned, and called again, "Student? What's wrong with you?"

Xia Zhinian was at a loss, his eyes were wide open, his amber eyes were fixed on the visitor, staring at him for a moment, his head was obviously empty and his throat was dry.

"Lin...Brother Lin?"

The back door was opened again, and Yan Ci stepped in, and when he raised his eyes, he saw his rice cake dumpling staring blankly at the others, in shock and trance, half surprised and happy, very focused, and didn't see him at all.

He even stood up and reached out to grab the sleeve of the person next to him.