Bent By the Male Protagonist’s White Moonlight

Early the next morning, Ning Qingwan knocked on the door of the guest room, and after a while the door was opened.

Meng Xia leaned against the door, her face pale and bloodless, and she called out, "Sister."

"Uncomfortable?" Ning Qingwan asked with a frown.

"My head hurts a bit." Meng Xia rubbed his temples.

Last night was another bottle of wine and it was raining. At night, she couldn't sleep because of her thoughts. When she woke up in the morning, she felt tired and had a splitting headache.

"I'm going to change clothes." Meng Xia glanced at the clothes in Ning Qingwan's hands and reached for them.

Ning Qingwan moved her hand away, "Go to sleep for a while."

Meng Xia pursed her lips. She also wanted to sleep for a while, but Ning Qingwan should be very busy, and she didn't know if she had a schedule, so it's better not to cause trouble.

Thinking so, she said, "I'll just go home and sleep."

"Go to the bed and lie down." Ning Qingwan couldn't help but drag her into the room.

"Sister, take me back." Meng Xia paused and saw Ning Qingwan's frowning and sullen face. Knowing that she was impatient, she hurriedly explained in a soft voice, "I'm afraid of causing you trouble."

"It's quite troublesome to send you back." Ning Qingwan looked at Meng Xia's guilt-like expression and smiled, "Just kidding, I don't have any arrangements today, I still have time to take care of you."

With a severe headache, Meng Xia obediently listened to Ning Qingwan's words and lay back on the bed.

"Sister." Meng Xia stuck her head out of the quilt, and looked at the person beside the bed with her watery almond eyes, but Ning Qingwan didn't leave.

"Huh? Knead it for you?" Ning Qingwan asked softly.

Question, but she has reached out to help her gently rub her temples on both sides, and the cold fingertips unexpectedly relieve the pain.

The slightly curly hair fell from her shoulders as Ning Qingwan leaned over and swept across Meng Xia's neck. It was a little itchy. She raised her hand and hooked Ning Qingwan's hair with her fingertips.

"Is it better?" Ning Qingwan squinted her eyes, her eyes fell on Meng Xia's slender fingers, and her white fingers were wrapped in crow blue hair.

"Well, thank you sister." Meng Xia pursed her lips and smiled, "Sister, you are so kind."

The force on her fingers was gentle, and the person in front of her was gentle. Ning Qingwan was probably the best person in the world for her, Meng Xia thought in a trance.

Ning Qingwan said indifferently, "The second good person card." The movement of his hand paused slightly, "Why do you keep praising me?"

Meng Xia raised her eyes to look at Ning Qingwan, her peach-like eyes were like a lake, clear and deep.

The headache was relieved a lot, and his thoughts became clear, and the words Luo Ke said jumped in Meng Xia's mind one after another.

Meng Xia pretended to be calm and explained, "Because my sister is really good. I wanted a sister before, but I didn't expect it to happen after reading a book."

Looking at Ning Qingwan, I couldn't help but want to confess. Meng Xia turned his eyes away, but he still had a guilty conscience, so he shouldn't find anything abnormal...

Is it just my sister? Ning Qingwan glanced at the person on the bed, turned her head away and didn't dare to look at her, and her side ears slowly crept up a layer of crimson.

"Go to sleep."

After waiting for Meng Xia to fall asleep, Ning Qingwan retracted her hand, twisted her wrist, and stared at Meng Xia who was already asleep on the bed for a while.

The sun shone into the room and fell on the white cheeks, the long eyelashes trembled, Meng Xia slept not very peacefully, and frowned.

The frowning brows gradually stretched out as the fingertips caressed, Ning Qingwan smiled slightly, "Forget it, it will be a long time in Japan."

In the afternoon, the sun was a bit hot. Through the moon-white curtains, the bed was spread, and a layer of soft light was plated on the quilt. Meng Xia struggled for a while and opened her eyes.

Ning Qingwan was no longer in the room, and there were new clothes beside the bed.

After a good night's sleep, her head didn't hurt so much. Meng Xia got up from the bed, put on her clothes, and walked out of the room.

When he walked to the kitchen, he was stunned for a moment. In Meng Xia's eyes, an immortal like Ning Qingwan was irrelevant to fireworks.

But at this moment Ning Qingwan was cooking in the kitchen, with skillful movements and elegant demeanor, every frame was like a painting.

"Sister, do you want to help?"

"No, it's getting better soon." Ning Qingwan didn't look back while cooking the head, "Does your head still hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt much anymore."

She was not familiar with Ning Qingwan's kitchen, Meng Xia, and wanted to help, but she didn't want to be a disservice.

Four dishes and one soup are all home-style stir-fries. Ning Qingwan's cooking skills are very good.

Ning Qingwan himself had no appetite, so after eating a small bowl, he put down his chopsticks and propped himself down to watch Meng Xia eat.

The little girl looked pretty ladylike when she ate the cake last night, but now she looks like a little hamster with her mouth stuffed up.

"Hungry?" Ning Qingwan curled her lips and looked at her with a smile, "Is the food appetizing?"

Meng Xia nodded. She was indeed hungry. She swallowed the food in her mouth and praised sincerely, "My sister's dishes are delicious."

With sincere praise, Ning Qingwan felt that she was pleased, and she rolled her eyes, "I haven't done it for a long time, I thought it was going to roll over."

"Is it too busy to have time to cook?"

"I used to cook a whole table of dishes for one person. She only glanced at it, and finally all the dishes fell down."

Meng Xia was stunned, and felt a little uncomfortable. While struggling with who Ning Qingwan cooked for, she also felt that Ning Qingwan's heart was so wasted...

Compared with the entanglement, the feeling of distress is stronger. She bit her chopsticks and stared at Ning Qingwan, and solemnly said: "I will finish it all."

Ning Qingwan raised her eyebrows and said, "Do what you can."

Meng Xia looked down at the dishes on the table, the portions were not too large, and the two of them could finish it, but Ning Qingwan didn't seem to want to continue eating.

"Sister accompany me to sweep the dishes." She took the crescent meat from the fish and put it into Ning Qingwan's bowl.

Ning Qingwan was stunned for a while, her eyes became brighter, and she teased, "Then please beg me."

Meng Xia was determined to make Ning Qingwan eat more, but without thinking much, she blurted out, "Please~"

Her voice was soft and waxy, half ingratiating and half coquettish, with a pure smile on her face. If her voice were more tender... Ning Qingwan licked her lips subconsciously, she was really a sultry girl who didn't know it.

"Sister..." Meng Xia was waiting for Ning Qingwan to agree, but Ning Qingwan only stared at her with her eyes closed, making her flustered, as if a deer had been stuffed in her heart...

Meng Xia couldn't help blushing again, lowered her head and bit her chopsticks. After a while, she saw Ning Qingwan pick up chopsticks and eat slowly.

After a short break after the meal, Meng Xia gave Ning Qingwan the address of the newly rented house.

Changed a car, and Ning Qingwan was the driver.

After getting in the car, Ning Qingwan searched the navigation and found a neighborhood very close to Z University, "Your home?"

"No, it's the house that my mother rented for me. I... don't want to go home." Meng Xia buckled her seat belt, lowered her head and rubbed her stomach, feeling too full.

"Ji Tong's disguise is too good at Father Meng's place. Father Meng is now trying to match me and him." Meng Xia paused and said again, "But I've already thought of a way."

"Let's hear it." Ning Qingwan became interested. She was very interested in the solution that Meng Xia, a simple little rabbit, came up with.

Meng Xia hesitated for a while and said, "I want to try to persuade my mother to divorce. There are some details in the book that can be used a little to intensify their conflict."

She thought about it, Meng Yuanxiu couldn't match Xia Nianzhi so well, and if they divorced, it might make a huge change in Xia Nianzhi and her life trajectory.

There's no guarantee it's a good change, but it certainly won't be worse than the original plot.

To put it bluntly, it is to destroy the marriage of Xia Nianzhi and Meng Yuanxiu.

Meng Xia pursed her lips, her fingers curled up unnaturally, and subtle cyan meridians were faintly visible on the back of her tense hands.

She looked at Ning Qingwan nervously. "Sister, do you think I'm bad?"

The car drove smoothly, Ning Qingwan drove the car without looking sideways, she could only see Ning Qingwan's delicate profile, Ning Qingwan was silent and did not answer, Meng Xia's heart sank a little.

The red light at the intersection came on and the car stopped. Just when Meng Xia turned away from her eyes, a chuckle floated into her ears.

Followed by Ning Qingwan's unique smokey voice, deep and hoarse, sultry.

"It's not a bunny, it's a little fox~ It's bad, but I like it."

Her heart skipped half a beat, Meng Xia turned her head and raised her eyes to look, and met the pair of peach blossom eyes, which seemed to melt with sunlight, soft and a little hot.

Meng Xia hurriedly looked away, turned her head to look out of the car window, the road of treating Ning Qingwan as just her sister was really long and difficult...

At the same time, Ning Qingwan withdrew her gaze, and felt that the way to hold the little rabbit's hand was quite long, so she couldn't be in a hurry, couldn't be dry, it would be bad if she was scared away.

When the car drove downstairs, Meng Xia casually mentioned, "Sister, do you want to go up and take a seat?"

Originally it was just a polite remark, she thought that Ning Qingwan should have no interest in her nest, and would not really agree.

But the next second, Ning Qingwan replied to her: "Okay."

So the two got out of the car, and Meng Xia took Ning Qingwan upstairs and into the house.

"The furniture is all new?" Ning Qingwan glanced at the facilities in the house. They were very new and had no signs of being used.

Meng Xia explained: "My mother was afraid that other people's furniture would be unsanitary, so she re-buy them all. She said that if I live comfortably, I will buy it directly after I graduate."

"But I want her to buy it sooner, because it's better to have a house if you get a divorce."

Meng Xia entered the kitchen and opened the refrigerator door. There was only milk and yogurt in it. Xia Nianzhi refused to let her drink.

She turned her head and asked Ning Qingwan, "Sister, do you drink yogurt or milk?"

"yogurt."

Meng Xia picked out a box of strawberry-flavored yogurt. She remembered that Ning Qingwan preferred strawberry-flavored sweets.

Ning Qingwan took the yogurt, took off the straw, and poked it into the box. She held the yogurt box with her long, white hands, her red lips slightly opened to hold the straw, took two sips, released it, and then licked her lips.

Drinking yogurt looks so good, Meng Xia stared at it for two seconds, looked away, bit the yogurt straw in his hand, and was silent for a while, not knowing what to say.

"Can I take a look at your room?" Ning Qingwan opened her mouth to break the silence.

"Uh..." Meng Xia hesitated. In her room, Xia Nianzhi washed out the photo of her hugging with Ning Qingwan, put it in the frame, and placed it on her bedside table.

"Um?"

"it is good......"

Every single syllable hooked her to compromise, Meng Xia pursed her lips tightly and closed her eyes, walked slowly to the bedroom door and opened it.

Ning Qingwan casually looked into the room, the room was not big, mainly pink and white, with clean and warm layout, exquisite shell wind chimes, white window screens, many dolls on the bay window, and her photo printed on the bed. long throw pillow.

A photo frame was placed on the bedside table, and the photo inside was the hug from the concert. Meng Xia walked into the room and pressed down the photo frame on the bedside table.

Ning Qingwan glanced at the photo frame held by Meng Xia, and raised her eyebrows, "I have seen it."

"...This was washed by my mother." Meng Xia bit her lip and explained weakly, feeling a little pale, and added, "Fans treat idols like this."

"Well, I see." Ning Qingwan raised the corners of her mouth and said with a half-smile, "Is it easy to dream about me at night when you put it beside the bed?"

Meng Xia bit her lip, but felt her face was about to burn. Even if she didn't put it by the bed, she would still dream, but she didn't dare to say it.

Seeing Meng Xia getting more and more embarrassed, Ning Qingwan smiled more and more, but she didn't want to push too hard, so she turned around and said, "Go back."

Meng Xia sighed and quickly followed Ning Qingwan to take her downstairs.

"Sister, goodbye, pay attention to safety on the road." Meng Xia thought for a while and said, "Can you send me a message when you get home?"

Like a little daughter-in-law who loves to worry, Ning Qingwan smiled and pinched Meng Xia's face, "Okay~ I'll report your safety when I get home."