The Paranoid Protagonist is Addicted To My Stickers

Xia Zhinian's heart was beating violently, the light was blocked by the boy who supported him above, there was only a little afterglow, hazy, and the brows and eyes of the boy who smeared were dim.

...how did he teach him during the day?

Xia Zhinian's ears were burning hot, her amber eyes sparkled, and her body was a little tense.

Yan Ci was already asleep, but after being touched by the young man, he is now very awake.

Smiling casually, his eyes slid over the young man inch by inch, and he urged slowly, "Hurry up.

Xia Zhinian: "..."

Xia Zhinian's heart pounded against his chest as soon as his eyes fell down, bit his lips, held back his shame, and raised his head slightly.

The lips gently touched the boy's Adam's apple, and kissed him moistly and warmly.

He was nervous, his body was tense, he trembled slightly, and his teeth clicked lightly.

"hiss…"

Yan Ci snorted softly, his eyes were dim, his heart was on fire, his fingertips penetrated into the boy's hair, and with a little force, he pulled the boy's furry head away.

Xia Zhinian was lying on his back under him, her amber eyes were clear and clean, and the fundus of her eyes was almost innocent and immature, which made her lips more moist and bright red.

Yan Ci breathed heavily, stared at the boy, his voice was hoarse, and he smiled slowly: "My boy, I will kiss your fingertips, and you kiss your Adam's apple. It's really good to draw inferences from one instance to another."

Xia Zhinian: "...!!"

Xia Zhinian's earlobes turned red in an instant, the color was bright red, her beautiful almond eyes blinked uncomfortably, then she flattened her mouth and hummed softly, "Can't you?"

"You let me do it myself."

The boy looked obedient and soft, Yan Ci chuckled.

"Okay, of course."

Enduring the scorching heat of his body, he leaned over, his brows and eyes slightly curved, and his voice was close to the young man's ear, whispering into his heart.

"Go ahead, boy, brother has already been seduced by you."

Xia Zhinian's eyes trembled restlessly, he shifted his position, ran towards the half-finger-long scar on his neck, and touched his lips lightly.

The scar has already healed, but being so soft by the young man, rubbing and kissing back and forth, a fine itch spreads up.

Yan Ci lowered his eyes and stared at the little head buried on his shoulder, speaking in a soft tone.

"Distressed?"

The familiar scent of shower gel filled his nostrils, Xia Zhinian looked at the raised scar, nodded, and let out a soft "um".

The scab had already formed, but Yan Cisheng tore off the scab.

How painful.

Xia Zhinian's heart was sore, and she kissed back and forth.

Breathing softly, the scar was itchy and seemed to be on fire.

Yan Ci looked at the top of the boy's head, rubbed his fingertips, turned over and pulled the boy into his arms.

Xia Zhinian was restrained without warning, the body of the boy nearby was hot, even if the strength of the pressure had been restrained, it was still terrifying, and his voice was soft and smiling.

"Okay, baby."

Yan Ci leaned over, his eyes darkened, and kissed the young man's chin, "Brother is hooked, what should we do now?"

Xia Zhinian: "...??"

Xia Zhinian: "!!"

What the hell? !

Xia Zhinian woke up and noticed something, his heart pounded, his cheeks turned crimson instantly, and he opened his round eyes.

"You, you... Yan Ci..."

I giao? !

I giao!

Why don't you just kiss me twice? As for, as for, as for!

Xia Zhinian's eyes were round, he quickly pulled the quilt over his face, turned over trembling and pretended to be dead.

Yan Ci, however, refused to let him go, rubbed his fingertips behind his protruding ears, and smiled casually, "My boy, you have to take responsibility."

Xia Zhinian: "!!"

Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!

Xia Zhinian froze and did not move.

Yan Ci couldn't help but laugh, looking at the boy's earlobe, his breathing became hotter, he leaned over, and kissed him as tenderly as possible.

Xia Zhinian shivered from the heat, trembling slightly, her hand was held.

Teenagers are thin-skinned, second

Tian didn't dare to look at Yan Ci all day long, and occasionally looked at Yan Ci, but quickly moved away.

His heart seemed to be on fire, so hot that he didn't dare to look at each other.

Yan Ci looked at it leisurely.

The first draft of the script for the school celebration drama has come out. I asked Xia Zhinian and Yan Ci if they would like to be the leading actors. After getting a negative answer, they went through several rounds of self-recommendations and interviews, and quickly finalized the candidate.

The leading role is played by our classmate Yuen Long Yuen who claims to be a descendant of the Yuan Dynasty.

It tells the wonderful encounter of a modern male high school student accidentally entering an ancient feudal dynasty.

Yan Ci borrowed an activity room from the student union, which was specially used for class rehearsals.

The script had just come out, and few people had read it yet. The confused Xia Zhinian was pulled to sit on the big chair at the front, and Zhao Jinjin smiled wildly.

"Xia Zhinian, just sit here and be a face to the class!"

Yuen Long held the newly acquired script and was excited inside. He was not familiar with it yet, so he opened his piercing eyes and asked, "What is Xia Zhinian playing?"

Zhao Jinjin tried her best to make herself smile more gently, but her eyes glowed green, "Of course Xia Zhinian is...playing your man, hahaha."

Yuen Long: "??!"

Xia Zhinian: "??"

Someone next to him laughed wildly, "Ah hahahaha, Yuen Long, have you read the script as the leading actor? You are a show girl dressed as a man and you are about to be sent to the palace to warm the bed for the little emperor Xia Zhinian." .”

"Hahahahahaha!"

"Hahahahaha!"

The class laughed one after another.

Yuen Long was shocked for a second, looked at the newly acquired script, and took three seconds to quickly accept this setting.

Twirling her waist, she winked at Xia Zhinian shyly and timidly.

"Your majesty~ This concubine misses you so much~ Come and sleep with this concubine~~"

Xia Zhinian: "..."

Fuck?

The picture was horrible, Xia Zhinian burst out laughing, "Come here, drag me down and put you in limbo!"

"Hahahahahaha."

"Ahahahaha I died from laughing."

Yuen Long panicked, the pear blossoms were raining...ah no, the fierce man groaned, pointing at the orchid flower, "No, no, no, you know everything, Your Majesty~"

"...Fuck." Xia Zhinian couldn't help laughing.

Yuan Xiunv Lang twisted her body alluringly, seeing that there was no **** around the little emperor, she ran up, **** and coquettish, her tone of voice turned nineteen and eighteen turns.

"Emperor~~~"

He reached out to pull the emperor's sleeve.

A bony hand at the side abruptly blocked it.

Yuan Long looked up and saw Rong Siwen's squad leader next to him, he groaned and quickly backed away, "Come here, come here, you are the queen, you are the main palace!"

There was another burst of laughter in the class, Xia Zhinian's almond eyes were crooked.

Yan Ci stood next to the young man, clicked his tongue softly, and said softly, "What am I playing? Really playing the queen?"

Then he must be a vicious and favored queen.

"God Yan, don't worry!"

"One of the two major faces in the class must not be missing, and fan humanities, which are the source of inspiration for our script creation, must not be left behind."

"Hahaha." The literary and art committee member laughed, "God Yan, you stand next to the little emperor. Xia Zhinian is the puppet emperor, and you are the master of the state with great power. The little emperor is at your mercy."

"Ah, what a touching story, I love it!"

"Aww, exciting!"

Yan Ci was slightly satisfied, and stood next to the boy and patted his head.

There was a lot of noise in the activity room, Xia Zhinian was gently rubbed on his forehead, he raised his eyes to look at Yan Ci, his almond eyes were round and shining brightly, and the top of his head lightly rubbed his palm.

Yan Ci lowered his eyes, and a smile flashed across Qing Jun's eyebrows. His voice was very soft, but it was not indistinct in the noisy environment. It clearly fell into the young man's ears, and he held his hand and squeezed it.

"Aren't you shy?"

Xia Zhinian: "..."

It's broken, forget about it.

When Xia Zhinian was mentioned this way, when he thought about it again, his ears felt a little hot, so he withdrew his hand and looked away.

On the day when the school celebration officially started, each class entered the auditorium one by one, the activities on stage were screened for several rounds, and the order of performance was determined by drawing lots.

The first class is at the back, but because it is a drama, the costumes and make-up must be prepared early.

In the dressing room backstage, Xia Zhinian went in to change with a whole set of heavy imperial clothes, but it was layer after layer, and he couldn't figure it out after tossing for a long time.

The dressing room is a partition of the dressing room. Several leading actors in the dressing room are busy. He quietly opened the door a crack, and squinted his almond-shaped eyes to take a look outside.

Yan Ci stood at the door, casually turning his phone.

Xia Zhinian pursed her lips, her almond eyes were round and not slanted, she stretched out her hand a little, and poked Yan Ci's lower back with a soft voice.

"Yan Ci."

Yan Ci turned his head and looked at the young man's exquisite eyebrows, "Yes."

"I, I don't know how to wear it, please help me."

Xia Zhinian curled her fingertips back into her palm.

The clothes were just delivered today, and I haven't tried them on before, so they are very difficult to wear.

The door of the dressing room was opened a little, and the people in the dressing room outside turned their heads one after another, watching their squad leader, Ao, and the national teacher enter the little emperor's dressing room, each snickering and admiring.

The mask in the dressing room is very small, because it is a cubicle, there are no windows, and it is a bit narrow and closed.

As soon as the door was closed, the sound outside was quickly cut off.

The young man was wearing a white undershirt, his thin waist was looming, catching people's eyes indistinctly.

"Good boy."

The corners of Yan Ci's lips curled into a half-smile, "Come here."

Xia Zhinian: "..."

Xia Zhinian looked into Yan Cimo's deep eyes, and moved closer.

Yan Ci chuckled, clasped the young man's waist, and with a little force, pulled the young man in front of him, and took the complicated clothes from the shelf, with a gentle and calm voice.

"emperor."

Yan Ci called out calmly, and took the boy's wrist.

The deep voice was almost close to the ear, and a line title fell into Yan Ci's mouth, like rolling through icing sugar, which was extremely attractive.

Xia Zhinian's almond eyes were round, her heart was beating a little faster, and she felt that the dressing room was a bit stuffy, and the temperature was rising rapidly.

The boy smiled, breathing slowly.

"I will change your clothes for you."

Xia Zhinian: "...!"

Ah ah ah ah.

"...Yan Ci."

His ears were burning, and he was pulled to stretch his arms. The clothes slid onto his body little by little, and the belt was closed, revealing his waist that was not enough to hold.

Yan Ci slowly put on the emperor's clothes on the young man. He was dressed in bright yellow, with a wide robe and big sleeves, making him look luxurious.

But coupled with that overly delicate face, the clothes lost a bit of majesty.

Instead... I want people to take it off and see what it looks like inside.

Yan Ci's eyes were dark, and the corners of his lips seemed to be raised a little.

Wait until a class comes on stage to perform.

The curtain is slowly opened, and the male high school student dressed as a beautiful girl has just entered the palace gate, determined to face the ancient culture with modern thinking, transform this corrupt era, and have an interesting collision of ideas.

On the stage, a circle of people knelt on the ground, with a curtain hanging in the middle, and the behind-the-scenes staff on both sides were blowing vigorously with fans, creating a mysterious atmosphere.

A big chair was placed behind the curtain, and a figure was reclining, with a thin and slender figure and a loose posture, looming through the tulle.

Someone sang, "Xuan Xinxiu's audience—"

The dignified and majestic background music played, and two rows of beautiful girls slowly entered on both sides of the stage, covering their faces with round fans, each with a graceful figure and a very beautiful appearance.

Except for the one at the end, the one in a small pink skirt...a 1.8 meter strong man.

The audience was caught off guard and laughed out loud.

"Damn it, who is this, who is this? Cross-dressing?"

"Fuck, isn't that Yuen Long, hahahahaha!"

"Who is behind the curtain? The emperor? Wow, I love this shadow!"

The show girls were called out one by one, and when the emperor commented, the first show girl said gently: "My daughter Zhao Jinjin, see the emperor."

From behind the veil comes a clear, clean

The voice was crisp and clear, "Ugly, next."

"Pfft ha ha ha! It's us every year!"

"Zhao Jinjin is ugly?!"

"It's not as good as the little emperor every year hahaha."

Zhao Jinjin wiped her tears with a handkerchief sadly, covered her face and left, "Wuuuu, my servant will leave."

The second one went up, "Miss Liu Jingyin, see the emperor~"

"Still ugly, next."

"Woooooh~"

There were ten people kneeling on the ground, but the performance time was limited. I saw three of them, and then I was caught off guard and jumped over in the middle.

The pink and tender burly man at the back stood up straight away, holding his fan shyly and shyly, "Your Majesty, my minister Yuen Langlang~ is eighteen years old, and she is in her prime. Fayan."

"Pfft, hahahahahahaha!"

"Taocaocao, help, hahaha!"

Yuen Long is actually quite handsome and not fat, but wearing a delicate pink dress and soft makeup, coupled with a tall figure of about 1.8 meters, he twisted his waist while standing on the stage.

It's a horrible image of a witness who is silent and who hears tears.

The scene was horrible!

Yuen Long took off the fan, revealing his delicate face covered with heavy rouge, he frantically winked at the emperor, "Your majesty, you are not hot through the curtain, my servant will fan you for you."

The audience laughed wildly, and the little emperor behind the curtain was silent for a while, then clicked his tongue.

"Come on, let me drag it down and chop it up."

"Hahahahahaha!"

"Hahahahahaha good cut!"

"Ahaha I'm dying laughing."

There was a burst of laughter from the audience, and several guards rushed up, ready to drag Yuen Long down. Yuen Long has just entered the ancient times, and his ambitions have not yet begun to be displayed, so how can he die!

Yuan Lang groaned loudly, he was a tall man, he broke away from the three little guards, knocked on the front of the curtain, and begged, "Your Majesty, my servants have admired you for a long time."

Yuen Langlang crazily recalled the history books, sobbing, "I can make sweet-scented osmanthus cake, pear flower cake, deep-fried prawns, raw salted crab, my daughter can also solve the flood disaster in the south for you, woo woo woo."

There was a moment of silence behind the curtain, and the tulle was slowly pulled away to reveal the people behind.

A thin young man with a delicate face and an elegant suit, wearing a yellow robe, leaning lazily on a chair.

There was a sound of breathing in one after another, and the stubborn little emperor Xia Zhinian made a sound casually.

"Oh? There are so many? Let's listen to the details."

Yuen Long breathed a sigh of relief, and talked about how to make the pastry, and then a solution to the flood, with a soft voice.

The little emperor got up, walked to him, and walked around, "Sounds good."

The following wondered, "Why should food be put together with water control?"

"What score did you score in the history test? In history, this little emperor just didn't do his job properly, and he was embarrassed by the big responsibility. He just loved to eat, drink, play and spend time, and he didn't care if he didn't control the water."

The little emperor approached, pinched Yuan Langlang's chin to look at it, with a smile in his eyes, "Looking at it carefully, he looks pretty good, stand up and let me have a look."

Yuen Lang Lang Roushun stood up, standing straight, good guy, Bang Ha was taller than the emperor by a large margin, tall and strong.

The little emperor: "..."

The little emperor's face twitched, "Kneel down!"

"okay!"

Yuen Long knelt down.

The little emperor clicked his tongue in distaste, and with some curiosity, he ordered, "Wash it up, and send it to my bed."

"yes!"

The little emperor turned and left, the surroundings became dark, a beam of light hit Yuen Lang Lang, the pink and strong man in the middle of the light wept, and he said inwardly, "For the sake of great ambitions, I endured it!"

"Wait a minute."

Another clear voice came, and the surrounding light was restored, interrupting the action of the palace servants preparing to pick up Yuan Langlang's clothes.

The handsome and gentle boy wears a jade crown, his long hair is partly loose, and his robe is elegant. His straight shoulders and thin waist are contrasted, and the picture is extremely impactful.

There was another burst of screaming from below.

The palace people saluted in unison, "See Master Guoshi."

The national teacher Yan Ci nodded calmly, looked at Yuan Langlang, "I heard that you just made a plan for water control, and I think you are also a talented person. Why did you enter the harem?"

Yuen Long said in his heart that I am waiting for you, the national teacher.

"The national teacher doesn't know something, the little girl's parents are both dead, no one believes in my talent, only..."

He was shy and twisted his body, "The little girl only has this face, and she looks so amazing that it is unforgettable."

"Wow!"

There was a sound of vomiting in the background, and the audience laughed wildly.

Yuen Langlang shyly said, "He wants to enter the harem first, and slowly tell the emperor about his plan."

"Hahahaha, the harem interferes in politics, no wonder the little emperor wants to kill him."

"Leave me alone and I'll cut it too, it's too hurtful to the eyes hahaha!"

The national teacher Yan Ci chuckled, "The little emperor has a bad character and misbehavior. It is useless for a girl to find him. This time, only a girl is selected for the selection. It is better for a girl to be my assistant. We will work together to achieve a great cause."

The audience sighed, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

"Huh? Woohoo, my little emperor is so cute."

"Yan Shen and Xia Zhinian are going to turn against each other? Ah, those two, who can look at me?"

Yuen Long agreed without hesitation, patted his chest and said in a rough voice, "Okay, no problem!"

"The girl will stay in the palace for the time being to inquire about the news, just remember one thing."

The national teacher smiled gently, staring at Yuan Langlang with dark eyes, and said slowly: "No, I have intimate contact with the little emperor, remember."

"Ha ha ha ha ha ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

"The national teacher wins over Xiunu, because she doesn't want Xiunu to climb on the little emperor's bed, hahahahaha!"

Yuen Langlang covered his face, "Yeah~ I hate it~ I don't want to, as long as the little emperor doesn't like him, of course he won't take the initiative to do anything, really annoying~"

National Division:"…"

The national teacher's expression was indescribable.

When the lights dimmed, the staff quickly ran over with the background board of the scene, and the scene changed.

The national teacher and Xiu Nu are plotting big things in the room. Although Xiu Nu has a strange personality, she has a bit of real material in her stomach, and some whimsical ideas have never been seen in this era.

The play mainly talks about the collision of ancient and modern ideas. The beautiful girl Yuen Langlong leads people to control the floods in the south, and the national teacher cooperates with her to overthrow the rule of the little emperor.

The little emperor played in the palace for a while, and finally remembered the beautiful girl from the past, and sent someone to call for her, ready to put her on the bed.

In the same night.

The flood problem in the south has been resolved safely, and the reputation of Guoshi and Yuen Longlong has become huge, and the hearts of the people want it!

Yuen Longlong took the lead, and the national division sent troops to surround the Imperial Palace overnight.

The stage was divided into two, and in the palace, the beautiful little emperor stood in the palace and cursed, "Where is my beautiful girl?"

Outside the palace, there was a lot of noise, and the voice of a beautiful woman could be heard, and she completely ignored the little emperor.

"Hey, that one, the one holding the torch, pay attention to safety and fire prevention, there is no fire brigade here!"

"Oh my mother, they are all antiques, don't break them!"

The audience laughed.

The servants scattered, and the little emperor was left alone in the palace, ready to lose his temper.

"Squeak."

Slight movement.

The door of the palace was pushed open, and the gentleman, dressed in white, walked in with a gentle and calm posture.

"Your majesty, your beautiful girl is a man and a woman disguised as a man, intending to rebel. Now that the palace gate is broken, you may have no choice but to let the beautiful girl serve you."

The little emperor stared at him vigilantly, "I will kill him sooner or later, and you, neither of them will live."

The national teacher smiled gently, "Since I know that the emperor is going to kill me, how could I be unprepared?"

The national teacher didn't change his face, and took out a round and round Ke Le can from his wide cuff.

Smiling lightly, "Please take this bottle of poison, Your Majesty."

"Pfft ha ha ha ha ha ha."

"Ke Le is a happy fat house water

, How can it be poison. "

"Hey, it is for the little emperor."

I don't know who sighed deeply, "The little emperor wants to leave an heir for the royal family, but Ke Le... kills the sperm."

"Ahahahaha!"

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!"

"The rebellion of the national teacher can't be because the little emperor's old draft girl is unhappy, hahaha."

The door of the temple was shut with a "bang".

The lights on this side also dimmed, and only the half of Yuen Long, which promotes modern culture, was still on.

The moment the door was closed, the audience in the audience exclaimed, and someone saw the little emperor leaning forward suddenly, looking like he wanted to run in the direction of the national teacher.

In the next second, the door closed.

Can't see anything anymore.

The lights dimmed, leaving only a little dim brightness, Xia Zhinian heaved a sigh of relief, and turned off the microphone.

A Ming Huangdi robe swayed, and he threw himself on Yan Ci, his almond eyes curved.

"Yan Ci, am I being domineering enough?"

Yan Ci hugged him, pulled him into his arms, stroked the boy's head, and chuckled softly, "Domineering."

Domineering to cute.

After talking a lot, Yan Ci held the drink in his well-articulated hand, his cold white fingertips collided with the dark color of the packaging, which was particularly eye-catching, and he passed it forward with a clear voice.

"Drink?"

Xia Zhinian: "...?"

Xia Zhinian looked at the can of drink, eyebrows and eyes curved, "What, you want to poison me to death?"

Yan Ci smiled lowly, "Why, the emperor doesn't want to drink?"

Xia Zhinian's almond eyes were round, and the amber pupils were shining brightly. He couldn't help laughing, "You're going to poison me to death, how could I still want to drink."

"emperor."

The corners of Yan Ci's lips curled up, and he lowered his head close to the little emperor's ear, his eyes were full of ink, and he slowly raised his lips.

"Don't worry, if I were the national teacher, I would never be willing to poison the little emperor."

He stared at the young man with dark eyes, like a provocative little hook inside, chuckled lightly, "At most, put some spring medicine."

Yan Ci clasped the young man's waist, leaned over and kissed his delicate ear, and said casually: "Then take the little emperor away, hide him in the golden house, and take possession of him wantonly."

Xia Zhinian's eyes were round, the place where he was kissed was hot, his heart beat faster, he stared at Yan Ci, and suddenly asked a question—

"...Did you turn off the microphone?!"