Bent By the Male Protagonist’s White Moonlight

The mouth is full of the sweet smell of fruit wine, and the lips and teeth are fragrant. Meng Xia's eyelashes trembled, and her cheeks were warm. She couldn't tell whether it was because of the kiss just now, or because of what Ning Qingwan said to her. My heart was beating fast and uncontrollably.

Itching on the tip of the nose, like a dream that night. At such a close distance, she could touch Ning Qingwan's lips just by raising her head slightly.

The dim lighting in the bar made everything in a haze, and she suddenly had an unreal feeling, could it be that this was just a dream?

Ning Qingwan stepped back a little, but never let go of her hand from beginning to end. Rao was that her hands were always cold. After holding hands for so long, the palms were pressed against each other, sweating and slightly damp.

"Little rabbit, answer me."

"I..." Meng Xia opened his mouth and snorted, and when he looked up, he caught a glimpse of Lai Xiaomeng walking towards here.

"Wan Wan! Let's play games!"

Meng Xia subconsciously wanted to take back the hand that was being held, but did not break free. Ning Qingwan clenched her hand tightly and rubbed the back of her hand a little bit badly, but Meng Xia shuddered with her strength.

Lai Xiaomeng trotted over and looked at Ning Qingwan, who had a gloomy face, and Meng Xia, who was blushing and lowered her eyebrows. She thought Ning Qingwan was admonishing Meng Xia, and immediately patted her thigh and said, "Little one. Cute drinking? Didn't I ask Susan to take care of her..."

The voice stopped abruptly, and Lai Xiaomeng felt murderous in Ning Qingwan's eyes. She shrank her neck and urged weakly as she stepped back, "Hehehe, let's play games, everyone is waiting... If you're not feeling well, you can go to the box to rest for a while..."

The more he spoke, the lower his voice, under Ning Qingwan's cold eyes, Lai Xiaomeng turned her head and ran away.

Ning Qingwan pinched her brows. She was more annoyed than Lai Xiaomeng's behavior of avoiding Meng Xia. She looked at Meng Xia beside her, and saw someone blushing and rubbing her eyes in a daze, the light in her eyes softened instantly. He came down and asked softly, "Sleepy?"

Just now, all my attention was on Ning Qingwan. When Lai Xiaomeng came, not only did he pull back his erratic thoughts, but he was instantly drunk. Meng Xia raised her head to look at Ning Qingwan, Xing's eyes were misty, and she snorted softly, "Well...sister, my head is so dizzy."

Seeing her soft and coquettish appearance, Ning Qingwan's brows gradually stretched out, and a helpless smile appeared on the corner of her lips. The answer was not important, she just didn't want to see her uncomfortable.

"Take you to the box to rest for a while." Ning Qingwan said and pulled her up.

When she got up, Meng Xia felt like she had stepped on a ball of cotton, and she staggered unsteadily. As soon as she swayed, Ning Qingwan instinctively reached out and hugged her, bringing her into her arms.

Meng Xia was leaning against Ning Qingwan's arms. In order to balance her body, she subconsciously wrapped her arms around Ning Qingwan's waist. The faint scent of mint fluttered into her nose. She liked the smell and rested restlessly in Ning Qingwan's arms. sniff.

The warm lips rubbed against the collarbone, wandering up and hovering between the necks, Ning Qingwan breathed chaotically, she licked her lips, suppressing the dryness.

Kissing is like a cigarette addiction. If it weren't for Lai Xiaomeng's urging, she would still want to enjoy it. Ning Qingwan took a light breath and pulled the person in her arms away. Holding Meng Xia's face with both hands, she gently rubbed the corner of her lips with her fingertips, and asked in a low voice, "Can you go?"

His voice was a little hoarse.

The scent faded, Meng Xia frowned in dissatisfaction, dizzy, and it took a while to realize that Ning Qingwan was asking her a question, nodded and shook her head again.

Ning Qingwan gave a nasal smile and bent over to hug Meng Xia. The little girl quickly put her hand around her neck, rubbed her head in her arms, and said, "It smells so good."

Qingba is owned by Yan Qing, and there is an exclusive box reserved for the band members. Ning Qingwan carried Meng Xia into the box, leaned over and placed her on the sofa, her long blue-black hair fell on Meng Xia's face. Swipe away, a little itchy.

Feeling itchy, Meng Xia pursed her lips, hooked the strand of hair with her fingertips, but was reluctant to lift it directly, so she wrapped her fingertips twice.

Ning Qingwan just thought she was fooling around unconsciously, and kept her stooped posture very cooperatively, letting her play with her long hair. When she saw that she had played enough, she squatted down and pinched her face, with a doting tone, "Sleep. a while?"

"Yeah." Meng Xia snorted softly, and pinched Ning Qingwan's face with her backhand. Seeing Ning Qingwan's stunned expression for a moment, she quickly retracted her hand and covered her face with her hands in embarrassment.

"I'm good at it~" Ning Qingwan took her hand and pulled it down. Seeing that her pretty face was even redder than before, she bent the corner of her mouth and teased her in a warm voice, "I've already pinched it, why are you still shy?"

Listening to Ning Qingwan's words, Meng Xia's face was about to burn. The light in the box was brighter than outside, and the warm yellow light was plated on Ning Qingwan's body. Su died in the gentle township of Ning Qingwan.

If it was a dream, she would rather not wake up for the rest of her life.

"elder sister."

The long eyelashes fanned lightly, and the bright stars seemed to be rubbed into Xingxing's eyes. It was so bright that Ning Qingwan throbbed. The water was soft in the eyes, and the voice was even more gentle, "What's the matter? Where is it uncomfortable?"

Such concern made Meng Xia's nose sour, she lowered her eyes, looked at Ning Qingwan holding her hand, and said softly, "I like my sister, I like it very much." Wei Wei paused, and said very seriously, "I like it very much. "

Ning Qingwan was silent for a while, a gentle smile appeared on her face, reaching the bottom of her eyes, and ripples formed in her eyes. She leaned forward and held Meng Xia's face, pursed the corner of her lips lightly, and said dumbly. ,"understood."

With a cool hand on her hot face, Meng Xia squinted her eyes comfortably and muttered, "It's cool." She was so dizzy, she pouted with a hint of annoyance, and said aggrieved, "My head hurts so much. I'll never drink again."

Ning Qingwan chuckled lightly and rubbed her head for a while, until Meng Xia closed her eyes and breathed evenly and long. The hand rubbing her temples moved down, her eyes moved slowly over the girl's eyebrows, the corners of her eyes, her cheeks, and she stopped. on the lips.

With a soft light in his eyes, he stared at the sleeping person intently, as if to engrave her in his heart. After a long pause, Ning Qingwan silently retracted her hand.

Meng Xia had a very bad dream.

In the dream, it was foggy and could not see clearly the scenery and the person in front. The girl was the same shape as her. At first, she stood with her back to her, as if she was crying, her shoulders shrugged again and again, like a small animal whimpering. The sound was intermittent.

Meng Xia hesitated and asked her softly, "Are you all right?"

The girl froze, but did not turn around. Meng Xia slowly moved forward, getting closer and closer to the man. She hesitated for a moment and stretched out her hand, but before she touched the girl's shoulder, the girl suddenly There was a giggle.

In the empty dream, this kind of laughter was a little scary, Meng Xia trembled and wanted to withdraw his hand, but was grabbed by the girl, and the girl's hand was piercingly cold. Smoke lingered, the girl lowered her head, she couldn't see the girl's face clearly, but there was a faint guess in her heart, and she became more and more uneasy and afraid. She wanted to break free, but the girl was surprisingly strong, her wrist was aching for a while, and she couldn't break free.

The girl raised her head slowly, the smoke gradually dissipated, Meng Xia's eyes widened, she watched the girl's red lips move, her pupils shrank suddenly, her heart seemed to be grabbed, tightened to the point that she couldn't breathe, her throat tightened, she couldn't find it I almost suffocate at my own voice...

Meng Xia suddenly opened her eyes, her hands tightly clutching the thin blanket on her body, panting heavily, her fingertips turned white, the cyan meridians on the back of her hands were clearly visible, and her whole body trembled.

That girl looks exactly like herself... In the end, what did she say...

Meng Xia rubbed her head, but she couldn't recall what the person in the dream said. The light in the box was turned off. Ning Qingwan left a small night light for her, emitting a soft light. Blanket looked at it for a while, and calmed down.

There was a bottle of water on the table, which Ning Qingwan should have prepared for her. Meng Xia got up and picked up the bottle on the table, twisted the cap, and took a sip. Her thoughts began to drift away. She couldn't remember what the man in the dream said.

After sitting quietly for a while, Meng Xia decided not to think too hard about that dream, folded the thin blanket on the sofa, and walked out of the box.

"Susan, it's been three years, and you haven't made any progress in playing games."

"I'm not playing anymore." Susan waved against the back of the sofa.

"Sister Qingwan, please help Sister Susan."

"No help."

Ning Qingwan's voice was in his ears, and Meng Xia suddenly remembered what happened when he was drunk. Just now, his mind was on that terrible dream. At this moment, the memories came to his mind. Every time Meng Xia recalled a picture, he couldn't help but take a step back. It also trembled.

Embarrassed, nervous, and at a loss, complex and indescribable emotions came together in an instant, how could she face Ning Qingwan soberly.

As if aware of her gaze, Ning Qingwan, who was sitting at the far edge with a cigarette in her hand, turned her head to look over, and met Meng Xia's somewhat panicked gaze.

Meng Xia was startled and felt a guilty conscience of being a thief. He subconsciously retreated to the box and closed the door to separate himself from Ning Qingwan's line of sight. He couldn't help but caress his heart.

Watching someone hide, Ning Qingwan retracted her gaze, raised her eyebrows slightly, put the cigarette in the ashtray on the table, got up and walked over.

Meng Xia sat back on the sofa, her face flushed red, her hands clasped on her knees, the thumbs of both hands rubbing against each other, and she looked cute and uneasy.

"Awake?" Ning Qingwan closed the door with her backhand, and glanced at Meng Xia on the sofa, it seemed that the wine had also woken up.

Meng Xia was stunned for a moment, and said softly, "Yeah." She didn't know how to face Ning Qingwan, so she kept her head down.

Ning Qingwan walked to her side and sat down, holding her hand, frowning slightly, "Why is your hand so cold?"

On weekdays, Meng Xia's hands are warmer than hers, and the air conditioner in the house is not turned on very high, but now the hand she is holding is icy cold.

Meng Xia let Ning Qingwan hold her hand, fanned her long eyelashes lightly, and said softly, "It will be fine in a while." He kept silent about that dream.

"Sister, you've been drinking." She smelled the alcohol on Ning Qingwan's body.

"If you lose the game, drink it." Ning Qingwan explained.

"Sister has a bad stomach, don't drink so much alcohol." Mengxia paused, remembering how she smoked just now, "Don't smoke so much either."

"Okay, listen to you." Ning Qingwan hooked her lips, turned her head and saw that she kept her head down, reached out to pick her chin, and turned Meng Xia's face to face her, "Why don't you look at me?"

Meng Xia stared at Ning Qingwan and defended in a low voice, "No, I don't see it." But after staring for a while, she shyly looked away, her eyes wandering, and she never dared to fixate on Ning Qingwan's face.

"Little housekeeper, smoking addiction is very hard to quit." Ning Qingwan leaned forward, touched her lips, and pursed lightly, "Can I replace it with something?"

Meng Xia blushed with shame and rolled her throat. What happened when she was drunk was true. She didn't know how to answer, so she was silent for a while before saying "um".

After answering, he turned his head, did Ning Qingwan mean to use kissing instead of smoking, and he still agreed, Meng Xia was so ashamed that she couldn't help raising her hand to cover her face.

The appearance was so cute, Ning Qingwan couldn't help laughing, the more shy Meng Xia was, the more she wanted to see it, and immediately took her hand and pulled it down, her cheeks were dyed with a layer of crimson, white and red, charming and charming.

It was like "bullying" people, Ning Qingwan let go of her hand and kneaded her face instead. It was warm to the touch and her skin was tender, she couldn't help but get addicted to pinching, sometimes Give it a pinch, stroking every now and then.

Meng Xia whispered, "Sister, your face will be pinched." She raised her eyes to meet Ning Qingwan's eyes, and immediately averted her gaze.

She couldn't look at each other at all, and there was always an illusion that Ning Qingwan's eyes seemed to be naked, and a pair of Ning Qingwan's eyes would be filled with shame.

Ning Qingwan couldn't help laughing, she let go and continued teasing her for the time being. Instead, she held her hand, with five fingers tucked between them and ten fingers intertwined, and said with a smile, "Go out and play with them for a while."

"Yeah." Meng Xia let Ning Qingwan lead her out, and was stunned for a moment, then stared down at the two holding hands for a while, her heart seemed to be soaked in honey, and the corners of her lips couldn't hold back.

The author has something to say: Confirming a relationship requires a sense of ritual, and so on.

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