The Paranoid Protagonist is Addicted To My Stickers

Xia Zhinian's cheeks were still flushed abnormally, and he opened his eyes in a daze of consciousness. His almond eyes were hazy, and he saw a figure leaning over.

"...Yan Ci?"

The voice was soft and a little dazed.

Yan Ci paused, his fingertips hung in the air for a few seconds, then he turned around and grabbed the quilt and pulled him up.

Forget it, it's not too late to try again when you wake up.

Yan Ci lowered his eyes and said "En".

"Go to sleep."

When Xia Zhinian woke up, he was alone in the room, the wind outside the window blew the blue curtains, and a few metal rings on the IV rack jingled.

The walls are pure white, the air is filled with the smell of disinfectant, and the surroundings are silent.

Xia Zhinian looked around, his eyes were empty, he got off the bed with his limp legs and walked towards the door.

"Squeak" The door was pushed open, and a person faced him, breaking the silence in the room.

Yan Ci's eyes fell on him, he looked keenly at those empty eyes, twirled his tingling fingertips, and asked softly as gentle as jade.

"Student Xia? Are you feeling better?"

Xia Zhinian stared at him in a daze for two seconds, saw the doctor on duty outside through the door, sat back on the bed after a while, and regained consciousness after a while, "It's okay."

Xia Zhinian didn't know what went wrong that caused the two protagonists to have a "normal relationship", and planned to go back to the classroom to observe the situation.

But after he came out of the cellar, he was discharged from the hospital with a fever the day before yesterday, and he had a fever again the day after he was discharged from the hospital. Chu Qingjian called Jiang Yuan with a phone call and was forced to go home to recuperate.

As soon as he entered the door, Xia Zhinian saw a tall and straight young man sitting on the sofa in the living room, with a straight suit and a stern face.

His brows and eyes were cold, as if he was not humane, and his long and narrow phoenix eyes looked straight at him.

"came back."

Xia Zhinian stammered, "...brother, big brother?"

It was the first time he saw the original owner's brother until now. There are not many descriptions about him in the original book, and there is not much contact with the original owner. I only know that this big brother is cold and not easy to mess with.

"Don't stand, sit down, I have something to ask you."

Xia Wenhan raised his chin slightly, signaling him to sit on the opposite sofa.

The original owner's parents are not here at the moment, and there are only two of them in the living room. Xia Zhinian is not good at getting along with elders, and the relatives of the original owner are even worse.

Wanting to excuse himself to go back to the room, he met Shang Xia Wenhan's eyes, felt a little bit in his heart, and moved towards the sofa.

Now that the fever subsided, Xia Zhinian's face was no longer flushed, but it showed a kind of weak paleness, and the color of his lips was light, but he seemed to be in good spirits.

Xia Wenhan scanned his younger brother with sharp eyes, "Did you have a fever because of the rain yesterday?"

Xia Zhinian nodded honestly, "Yes."

"Mom said you brought an umbrella, where is your umbrella?"

"leave-"

Xia Wenhan snorted expressionlessly.

"..." Xia Zhinian shuddered, the volume dropped instantly, and he shrank his neck, "...I borrowed, borrowed someone."

"A child from the Chu family?"

"…Ok."

Xia Wenleng looked at him coldly, "Then why didn't you follow him every step of the way and come out with him under the umbrella."

Xia Zhinian: "..."

Big Brother knows about the original owner.

The original text didn't focus much on the Xia family, and there was no memory of getting along with the original owner after he came back. Xia Zhinian didn't know how to deal with it, she huddled in the corner of the sofa and tried to be a quail, keeping her mouth shut according to the original owner's taciturn and indifferent personality, intending to get away with it.

Xia Wen looked at him coldly, thinking of the things he had found out, he felt anger welling up, and he suppressed it tightly.

"Xia Zhinian, my parents love you for having suffered outside for more than ten years, and don't have the heart to teach you a lesson. They don't care, I care."

Xia Wenhan's lips were tightly lined, and his tone was cold, "They still don't know the stupid things you did. If you dare to follow others and make trouble for them, you won't have to go to school in the future, and you can save money by taking private lessons at home." trouble for others."

Xia Zhinian sighed softly in his heart, lowered his head and said nothing, grabbed the corner of the hem with his fingers and kneaded it repeatedly.

The Xia family is actually very good to the original owner, but unfortunately...

Xia Wenhan saw that the corners of the clothes were in a mess by him, he looked pitifully slumped, his whole body paused for a moment, and he frowned.

"I'll take you to Chu's house in two days, you can go to Chu Qingjian to apologize, and stay away from him from now on."

On the weekend, in the evening, there was a lot of wine in the hall of the Chu family, and Xia Wenhan was talking to someone not far in front, ordering his younger brother to be obedient and not to run around.

Xia Zhiniantuan was sitting on the sofa in the corner of the Chu family hall, eating a piece of cake in his hand, happily, his almond eyes looked around from time to time, trying to find the figure of the protagonist Gong.

After thinking about it for a few days, he still didn't know why the relationship between the protagonists was not on the right track.

But it doesn't matter, he will pull the plot when the plot is off, and he will pull the red line if the relationship is crooked.

No matter what, he wanted the world to go to a car accident according to the content of the original book, so as to ensure that he would stay offline.

There was a burst of laughter from the crowd, "Young Master Yan has arrived. Boss Yan really has a heart. He couldn't leave by himself, so he asked Young Master Yan to come to celebrate Old Master Chu's birthday."

The Xia and Chu families are currently in power and have a good relationship, while the Chu family and the Yan family have some friendship with their grandparents. Otherwise, with the status of the Yan family, it doesn't really matter whether the Chu family's banquet comes or not.

Xia Zhinian looked forward, Yan Ci was dressed in a slim suit, tall and jade-like, with a gentle smile on his face, and said: "Mr. Chu and my grandfather have been friends for many years, even though grandfather is gone, the friendship is still there. exist."

"It's just that my father couldn't come back from other places, so I, a junior, came here. Mr. Chu, don't mind."

"How could it be?" Some people laughed kindly, boasting and boasting to Yan Ci.

Xia Zhi's long eyelashes drooped, the corners of her mouth pursed and she snorted softly, and angrily took a bite of the small cake.

It's a good thing that he is white-skinned and black-hearted, smart and black-hearted, and very good at pretending.

"Is student Xia thinking bad things about me?"

A joyful voice suddenly sounded from behind, Xia Zhinian was startled unprepared, subconsciously protected the small plate in his hand, and turned around to look.

Yan Ci didn't know when he got rid of the person who wanted to have a relationship with Yan Jia, walked around behind the sofa, and looked at him unhurriedly.

Xia Zhinian's eyes widened, and he turned his head, "Why do you think bad things about you, you think too much."

Yan Ci took two steps forward, the corners of his lips slightly raised, "Really, but why did I just see Classmate Xia glance at me, and then vent his anger on the cake through gritted teeth."

He saw this side as soon as he entered the door. Xia Zhinian was wearing a white suit, outlining his slender waistline and long straight legs, with exquisite eyebrows and eyes, and ruddy lips biting the cake.

Hiding in a corner is also very garish.

Xia Zhinian: "..."

Thinking of the emotional line in the original text, Xia Zhinian decided to give the protagonist a little stimulation, and filled his mouth with a soft cake, without giving him a look.

"Do you want to cling to Brother Chu? Stop dreaming, Brother Chu will only be with me."

"Oh." Yan Ci's body was itchy, and his nerves tensed for a moment. He didn't care, moved his wrist lightly, and smiled softly, "How do I remember, your Brother Chu said that I and you are already together gone."

"..." Xia Zhinian raised her amber eyes, and the corners of her mouth turned down.

"That's his head—" caught by the door, "Hey, I didn't understand the situation, I'm a little confused."

Xia Zhinian's face was unhappy, his almond eyes were round and fierce, and there was a bit of resentment.

The corner of Yan Ci's mouth curled up, "Is student Xia dissatisfied with me being with you, or dissatisfied with Chu Qingjian and my scandal?"

I'm dissatisfied that you haven't implemented the scandal yet.

Xia Zhinian thought about the original text for a while, then continued to use ruthless moves, puffing out his chest.

"You'd better stay away from Brother Chu, Brother Chu and I have a marriage contract!"

Yan Ci's usual warm smile faded a little, and he turned his head slightly to look at him, "Engagement?"

"Oh, who do I think is talking nonsense here? It's unfamiliar to me. It turns out to be the young master of the Xia family."

Yan Ci attracted too many eyes, and after a while, someone noticed this side, and slowly approached, hearing Xia Zhinian's words, they laughed openly.

"In what year is it considered a marriage contract if you marry with your fingertips?"

"The Chu family didn't say anything about it. It's just this little young master Xia who has been engaged all day long. He really thinks he has fallen into the eyes of the Chu family."

"Hahaha, it's hard to say whether the young master Xia who came out of the orphanage is real or not."

The man smiled and said halfway, suddenly noticed something, suddenly hoarse, and turned his head to look.

The fine scars at the end of Yan Ci's eyes stretched out, the narrow and long eyes were slightly sharp, the corners of his mouth were still smiling, but his eyes were tinged with coolness.

"The Xia family is not so easy to talk about, everyone be careful."

There was a moment of silence around, and someone yelled, "Isn't this a joke, I heard that the young master of the Xia family still likes to find you, Young Master Yan—"

He glanced in the direction of Yan Ci, and then suddenly stopped talking.

Yan Ci was standing beside the sofa with tall legs and long legs, his gentle and gentle skin seemed to be embedded in his face.

Xia Zhinian was surprised.

He had noticed that there were people approaching this corner before, and he had expected such a scene, but he didn't expect—

Yan Ci's black sesame glutinous rice **** actually spoke for him.

Xia Zhinian's hair color is slightly lighter, and it looks extraordinarily soft under the lamp, and her amber eyes are clear and clear, like untouched jade that is clean and unearthly, and also like the dust-free colored glaze that has been in a high position for a long time.

He was silent for a moment, got up quietly, let all kinds of eyes fall on him, turned around and left the banquet hall.

Yan Ci stared at his back, and after a while, he pulled the corner of his mouth suddenly, and tidied his cuffs methodically.

The fingertips rubbed against the pale wrist, bringing a tingling pain like gnawing nerves.

The people around dispersed, Xia Zhinian glanced at Xia Wenhan who was still talking to others, left the banquet hall and went to the small garden.

He asked for leave a few days ago and didn't find the opportunity to explain the matter between him and Yan Ci to the protagonist Gong. This time he came to the Chu family to explain clearly in person, but Chu Qingjian has been following Mr. Chu and has never been free.

The sky had already darkened, and the surroundings were gloomy, with only a few dimly lit lights on. Xia Zhinian walked around and wanted to go back for a rest, when he suddenly caught a glimpse of a dark figure not far away.

The shadows of the trees were vague and the figures were blurry. He suddenly remembered the day in the hospital, when he ran into two mysterious young men who didn't know what they were doing, and they were caught with their hands covering their eyes and threatening them.

...It is better to go first to learn a lot of wisdom.

Xia Zhinian turned his head and left, when a suppressed ending sound came from behind, low and hoarse, which was immediately disguised as a muffled cough.

...with a hint of familiarity.

Xia Zhinian fought mentally for two seconds, hid behind a tree, and slowly poked his head out to look.

"Student Xia?"

The boy was leaning against the wall with his back, his face pale, his shirt cuffs loosened, and the exposed wrist skin was cold and white, with red marks spreading all over it.

Like being scratched irresistibly.

"Is it classmate Xia?"

Yan Ci's voice was low and hoarse, looking at the furry head poking out, the corners of his mouth curled up for a moment, he fastened his cuffs unhurriedly, and asked again.

Just now in the hall, a sudden surge of numbness and tingling swept through the whole body, menacing.

This is not the first time this has happened.

His skin, his nerves, seemed to remember the warmth and comfort he had received before, and after a few days of brief relief, he longed for the joy of the previous touch even more.

Urging him to try it out.

to plunder.

Yan Ci supported the wall with one hand, panting heavily, his thin figure looked a little weak in the dark.

"Yan Ci?" Xia Zhinian turned his eyes around him, remembering the night in the cellar, "Are you feeling unwell?"

It's too dark around, sick?

Yan Ci propped his body against the wall and stood up straight. His gentle movements were mixed with weakness, fragility and dignity. He hummed in a gentle voice, "It's a little uncomfortable. Can classmate Xia help me?"

Xia Zhinian: "...I can't help you, just wait, I'll find someone."

Fuck, the last time this black sesame glutinous rice ball spoke so softly was in the cellar, and then it knocked him out when it came up.

After Xia Zhihou's neck pain nerves suddenly became active, he turned his head and wanted to walk back.

"etc."

Yan Ci called him to stop, took a step forward slowly, and said empathetically, "The banquet is lively, so it's better not to disturb them. I still have some strength, so classmate Xia can support me."

Xia Zhinian shrank his neck, hid behind the tree, and exposed his head outside. The blurred light seemed to have coated his fair and tender neck with a layer of cold white glaze, and he looked at him vigilantly with his eyes.

"No matter how lively it is, there are still people who are willing to help Young Master Yan. I'll find someone."

Yan Ci's eyes were dark, and he looked meaningfully at his back as he walked away quickly, and said casually: "Student Xia is so avoiding it, is it because he is afraid of what I will do to you?"

"Or, in Student Xia's memory...have I done anything to you, such as...in the cellar?"