Bent By the Male Protagonist’s White Moonlight

When the first rays of light in the morning hit the ground, Ning Qingwan opened her eyes leisurely. She has always had a light sleep, and this night has been a rare peaceful sleep.

The first phone call from Lin Youran was dropped by her. Meng Xia cuddled softly in her arms, holding one of her arms, breathing evenly, like a well-behaved kitten sleeping soundly, unaware of the bell.

Seeing her sleeping face, Ning Qingwan unconsciously raised the corners of her lips, kissed her forehead softly, carefully removed her hand, lifted the quilt and got out of bed.

After leaving the room, she called Lin Youran back.

Lin Youran answered the phone and said, "I was just about to call that little girl Meng Xia, and you called back."

Ning Qingwan frowned slightly, "What did you call her for?"

"Isn't she coming back today? Record a few more scenes for her and edit them together." Lin Youran explained.

Ning Qingwan walked into the kitchen and looked at the ingredients and said, "Okay, I'll tell her when she wakes up."

"..." After two seconds of silence at the other end, Lin Youran responded, "Fuck, are you two asleep?"

Even if the two of them sleep together, it's not a big deal, but Lin Youran naturally doesn't talk about it, and the speed of his brain is different from that of a normal person.

Ning Qingwan didn't bother to pay attention to her, so she changed the subject and asked, "Then why did you call me?"

Lin Youran: "Oh, Mr. Ning didn't mean to listen to you when it comes to the show. Check again with you, are you sure you want to cut it a little bit more ambiguous? Fire you two CPs?"

Ning Qingwan: "Yes."

Lin Youran: "Yeah."

The phone didn't hang up, Ning Qingwan frowned, "Director Lin, is there anything else?"

Lin Youran coughed twice and said uncomfortably, "How to sleep, teach me..."

"..." Ning Qingwan pinched her brows, she just wanted to hang up the phone immediately, thinking that the effect of the show would depend on her, she endured and endured.

Lin Youran didn't get a response, and said to herself, "Oh, forget it, your family is a little white rabbit, and I'm a little wild cat."

Ning Qingwan thought of the way someone was in love yesterday, and she gently scratched her and bit her, and bent her lips to correct, "I'm a little milk cat."

Lin Youran laughed angrily, "...Hang up!"

There is no alarm clock, and I was too tired last night. Meng Xia's biological clock also failed. After a deep sleep, he woke up naturally. The curtains were drawn in the house, blocking most of the light, and it was dim to tell the time.

Meng Xia opened his eyes in a daze and wanted to turn over, but he felt sore everywhere, especially his back was so sore that it seemed like he had been doing a crunch all night.

Suddenly she remembered the culprit's vest line, she looked sideways, the bed was empty.

Meng Xia just sat up straight with her sore waist, when Ning Qingwan opened the door and entered the room.

Following her movement, the quilt slid down more than half, revealing a large piece of fragrant shoulders, and vague red marks on the porcelain-white skin under the black hair were faintly visible, indicating how unrestrained Ning Qingwan was last night.

Meng Xia did not expect that she was not wearing pajamas at all. She was confused before, but now she is completely awake with a hot face. He quickly pulled the quilt with his eyes and hands, and slid down and fell into the quilt.

Ning Qingwan was stunned for a moment, then pursed her lips and laughed softly.

Even if she had intimate contact, she would still feel shy to be looked at like this during the day, she hid under the quilt and felt her heart beating non-stop.

The mattress sank a little, Meng Xia felt Ning Qingwan sitting beside him, and her smiling voice passed through the quilt and entered her ears.

"I've seen it all over and kissed it over and over again. Are you still shy?"

It's better not to say it, it's even more embarrassing to say it! I don't know if the quilt was too stuffy or if the words were too explicit, Meng Xia felt hot and dry.

Thin white fingers stretched out and pressed against the edge of the quilt. The quilt was pressed down a little by Meng Xia, revealing a pair of smart and beautiful eyes with shyness.

"Don't show your nose and mouth, don't you feel stuffy?" Ning Qingwan pulled the quilt down a little bit funny, "Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

"fine."

The shyness surged uncontrollably. Meng Xia bit her lower lip. She didn't even know that the shyness of her biting lip was green and seductive.

Last night's madness was replaying in her mind like a slideshow, and Ning Qingwan couldn't help but wanted to kiss her.

Meng Xia immediately raised her hand to cover her mouth, "I haven't brushed my teeth yet..."

"It's okay." Ning Qingwan took her hand down and pecked her lips lightly, "After washing up, you can have lunch."

lunch? Meng Xia blinked, "What time is it now?"

"It's almost 11 o'clock, little lazy cat." Ning Qingwan rubbed her messy hair.

Meng Xia gave her an annoyed look and retorted, "I... never woke up so late before."

"Blame me."

"Um."

Weird dialogue. Meng Xia shifted uncomfortably, "Sister, what should I wear."

"Hmm~ I want you to choose it yourself." Ning Qingwan handed the nightgown she had previously taken to her, "Soon?"

As soon as the words fell, Ning Qingwan was about to lift the quilt, but Meng Xia pressed the corner of the quilt and blushed, "I, I wear it myself."

"Okay, you can wear it yourself." Ning Qingwan let go.

Two minutes later, Meng Xia blushed and said helplessly, "Sister, I'm sorry you look at me like that."

Ning Qingwan couldn't help laughing out loud, and said sarcastically, "You didn't say you couldn't watch you get dressed."

"..." Meng Xia pursed her lips, "Then don't look at my clothes now."

"..."

Under the stalemate between the two, Ning Qingwan compromised and turned his back without looking at Meng Xia's clothes. Meng Xia quickly put the nightgown over her body and jumped out of bed.

"Sister, I'm fine."

Ning Qingwan turned around and straightened her long hair in her nightgown, "Let's go, my little princess."

Ning Qingwan took her hand and walked towards the cloakroom, Meng Xia followed behind her, the corners of her lips could not be restrained from rising because of the doting "little princess" just now.

After entering Ning Qingwan's cloakroom, she really understood the meaning of "little princess".

She had never been to Ning Qingwan's cloakroom before. With the sound of slow footsteps, the lights above her head turned on one by one, and everything looked dreamy under the warm light.

Comparable to shopping malls, there are all kinds of clothes, bags, shoes, small watches, jewelry and glasses in season. Few women can resist this extravagant look.

Meng Xia, who dreamed of a princess when she was a child, was not exempt from the vulgarity. She looked at the gorgeousness in front of her and said in surprise, "Sister, you too, it's too exaggerated..."

"There's no exaggeration." Ning Qingwan smiled, "Half of it belongs to you."

Meng Xia stared at Ning Qingwan in astonishment, unable to digest what she meant. Ning Qingwan didn't give her time to react, and led her to the cupboards and wardrobes.

"Isn't that saying there aren't so many of the same style? This was prepared before, and I thought I would show it to you after the show was over. Except for some limited editions, you all have a copy of mine, which is customized according to your size. "

"So, you can choose what to wear today." Ning Qingwan took out a diamond-encrusted watch from the cupboard, it was the same model and a different color than hers, she put her head down and put it on Meng Xia, "The perfume should be mine. Is it?"

The sharing of the cloakroom is like, it has been determined that there will be another her in her area, and her house and her atrium will have to accommodate another her.

In a trance, she felt that Ning Qingwan was not asking if she wanted to use her perfume, but whether she wanted to live in her heart.

Meng Xia's eyes twitched slightly and her throat tightened. She looked at the silver-white watch on her wrist, nodded, and after a while squeezed out a word, "Yes."

"I'm wearing black today." Ning Qingwan leaned into her ear and whispered softly, exhaling like blue, and licked the tip of her tongue on her small earlobe.

Ning Qingwan was wearing an aqua blue slanted shoulder shirt today, and her lower body was ripped trousers with slender legs. Black could only be on the inside.

Meng Xia's long eyelashes trembled like butterfly feathers. She took a deep breath and muttered, "Sister, be serious."

"Very serious, the same style from the inside out~"

"..."

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Ning Qingwan went downstairs to the kitchen to cook. Meng Xia picked out a dress, a loose and thin sweater of the same color as Ning Qingwan, and ripped pants of the same style. She tied her hair high into a ball head.

After washing up, Meng Xia went to the kitchen.

The warm autumn sun shines on the busy people in the kitchen. The light is soft and people are gentle. Ning Qingwan's long curly hair is casually rolled up, and there is a sense of laziness in the mess. She lowered her head and looked at the pot. Stewed beef brisket with potatoes.

Meng Xia stared at Ning Qingwan's tall and slender figure, with a sweet smile on her face. She had an indescribable sense of happiness.

Ning Qingwan turned to look at her and smiled, "I'm almost ready, are you hungry? There's a bowl of yam pork ribs soup for you on the table. It shouldn't be so hot. Drink some first?"

Meng Xia walked to the dining table and scooped a spoon with a bowl and a spoon. Ning Qingwan brought it out in advance to cool it, and he could eat it with two sips, and the hot soup would be warm in his throat.

She returned to the kitchen holding the soup bowl, "Sister."

"What's wrong?" Ning Qingwan turned her head, and now the spoon touched her lips.

Meng Xia held up the spoon and smiled brightly and softly, "You drink too."

Ning Qingwan drank the soup, her eyes fell on her ball head, she moved her body at will, raised her hand to move the small ball, and the smile on her face became even more curved.

Meng Xia followed her and sipped the soup. After a while, she reminded, "Sister, the dishes are going to be cooked."

"Tsk, stingy." Ning Qingwan turned off the fire, "Help me serve the dishes."

"Okay~"

During the meal, Ning Qingwan mentioned Lin Youran's phone number.

Meng Xia almost choked to death with a mouthful of food, "Then... Does Director Lin know..."

"Yes." Ning Qingwan handed her a glass of water, "She also asked me to teach her how to sleep."

"..." Meng Xia poked at the rice in the bowl, wondering if he could poke a hole and bury himself in it.

"Sister, I have a question." Meng Xia hesitated and couldn't help but ask.

"What?" Ning Qingwan raised her eyes, put down her chopsticks, and waited patiently for her questions.

Meng Xia opened her mouth. She wanted to ask why you were so good at it, but she said, "Why don't you need someone to teach you..."

Ning Qingwan's face turned dark, she gritted her teeth, "Who do you want to teach me?"

"..." Meng Xia lowered her head, her ears were all red, and whispered, "That's not what you meant."

After the meal, Ning Qingwan pressed her on the sofa and kissed her fiercely, almost ignoring the gun. Meng Xia shivered and asked her original words, and Ning Qingwan let her go.

The rare Meng Xia noticed that the tips of Ning Qingwan's ears were also a little red.

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Meng Xia didn't have the energy for a whole night of tossing, Ning Qingwan asked her to take a nap, and then took her back to the villa where the show was recorded after waking up.

During this afternoon nap, Meng Xia dreamed of the original heroine again. In the foggy chaos, the heroine who looked exactly like her floated in a ball of light emitting a soft glow.

There was a girl sitting under the ball of light, holding a paper and a pen in her hand, scratching her ears and scratching her cheeks, and crying.

Meng Xia stared blankly, and moved her footsteps to find that there were papers under her feet. She picked up one of them, and looked at the cold hairs standing up all over her body.

She shuddered, her whole body shivering. What is this all about? Meng Xia endured the hairy discomfort in her heart, picked up another piece of paper, glanced at it, and the title said...

Before he could take a closer look, the light suddenly became extremely dazzling, Meng Xia subconsciously raised his hand to block his eyes, and suddenly there was a gust of wind around him, and all the papers were swept into the air by the wind.

After the light softened, Meng Xia lowered her hand and looked at the heroine who suddenly floated into the ball of light in front of her. A flash of light flashed in her mind. She remembered what the heroine said last time—the trajectory has finally changed.

What's the meaning? It's getting more and more confusing... Meng Xia looked at the heroine in the ball of light calmly. There was no malicious intent in the heroine's eyes, and she was calm like a pool of stagnant water.

"You did it..." The heroine said lightly.

Meng Xia was startled, understood her meaning for a while, and nodded.

The heroine closed her eyes, Meng Xia didn't see the flash of emotion clearly, the ball of light was spinning, the heroine turned her back to her, and her voice was cold, "That's good."

Unable to hear her emotions, Meng Xia pursed her lips and didn't know what to say. Thinking of the papers just now, she looked at the girl who was still crying not far away, and asked in confusion, "Those..."

"Go back." The hostess interrupted her and waved her hand.

Meng Xia felt that a force was pulling her away from this chaotic space, and she saw the heroine's ball of light moved to the crying girl again.

Before her consciousness dissipated, she vaguely heard the conversation between the two.

The writing girl's voice was crying, "You tm is a monster!"

The female protagonist's voice was very light, as if she had no strength to speak, with a mockery, "Oh, that was also created by you, mother..."

The author has something to say: the last chapter was changed for a day to crash, and I changed the way of writing the wonderful part, but the meaning remains the same. (Chinese language is extensive and profound)

Emmmm next time if there are chapter clicks in this article. Hope you little cuties give me some time, I'm trying to revise. (Don't worry if you enter v will not be pitted)