Curved by the hero's white moonlight

When the first ray of light shone on the ground in the morning, Ning Qingwan slowly opened her eyes. She had always slept lightly, and this night was already a rare and peaceful sleep.

The first call from Lin Youran was pressed down by her.Meng Xia nestled softly in her arms, holding her arm, breathing evenly, sleeping soundly like a well-behaved kitten, unaware of the ringing of the bell.

Seeing her sleeping face, Ning Qingwan raised the corners of her lips unconsciously, 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 are you calling her for?"

"She's coming back today, so I'll 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."

"..." The other end was silent for two seconds, and Lin Youran came to her senses, "Fuck, did you two sleep?"

Even if the two of them sleep together, it's not a big deal, but Lin Youran is naturally bent, and his brain speed is different from normal people.

Ning Qingwan didn't bother to talk to her, so she changed the subject and asked, "Then why are you calling me?"

Lin Youran: "Oh, President Ning didn't say that he listened to you all about the program. Confirm with you again, are you sure you want to make the cut more ambiguous? Fire your CP?"

Ning Qingwan: "Yes."

Lin Youran: "Yes."

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

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

"..." Ning Qingwan pinched the center of her eyebrows, she just wanted to hang up the phone immediately, thinking that the effect of the next program would depend on her, so she endured it.

Lin Youran didn't get a response, so she said to herself: "Hey, forget it, your family is a little white rabbit, and I am a little wild cat."

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

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

There was no alarm clock, and Meng Xia was too tired last night, and Meng Xia's biological clock also failed. She fell asleep and woke up naturally. The curtains in the room were drawn, blocking most of the light, and it was so dark that she couldn't tell the time.

Meng Xia opened his eyes in a daze, trying to turn over, but every where was sore and limp when he moved, especially his back was so sore that he felt like he had been doing abdominal crunches all night.

Suddenly, she remembered the vest line of the culprit. She looked sideways, and the bedside was empty.

As soon as Meng Xia sat up straight with her sore waist supported, Ning Qingwan opened the door and entered the room.

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

Meng Xia never expected that she was not wearing pajamas, she was still dazed before, but now she was completely awake with hot face.With quick eyes and quick hands, he pulled off the quilt, slipped and slid down to lie down under the quilt.

Ning Qingwan was stunned for a moment, then smiled softly with her lips curled up.

Even if she had intimate contact, Meng Xia would still feel shy to be looked at like this during the day. She hid in the quilt, feeling her heart beating non-stop.

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

"I've seen it all, I've kissed it all, and I'm still shy."

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

Thin white fingers stuck out and pressed against the edge of the quilt, and the quilt was pressed down by Meng Xia little by little, revealing a pair of beautiful eyes that were bright and watery, shy.

"The nose and mouth are not exposed, isn't it stuffy?" Ning Qingwan pulled down the quilt a little more funny, "Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

"Fortunately."

A sense of shyness surged up uncontrollably, Meng Xia bit her lower lip, she had no idea that the shy way she bit her lip was youthful and seductive.

The madness of last night was replaying in her mind like a slide show, Ning Qingwan couldn't help but want 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 pulled her hand down and pecked her lips lightly, "After washing up, we can have lunch."

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

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

Meng Xia gave her an annoyed look, and muttered to retort, "I...wouldn't have woken up so late before."

"Blame me."

"Ah."

Weird dialogue.Meng Xia moved her body uncomfortably, "Sister, what should I wear?"

"Hmm~~ I want you to choose it yourself." Ning Qingwan handed the nightgown she took earlier to her, "Is it okay?"

As soon as the words fell, Ning Qingwan was about to lift the quilt, Meng Xia pressed the corner of the quilt, blushing so much, "I, I will 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 for you looking at me like that."

Ning Qingwan couldn't help laughing, and said shamelessly, "You didn't say you can't watch you get dressed."

"..." Meng Xia pursed her lips, "Then don't watch me get dressed right now."

"..."

In the stalemate between the two, Ning Qingwan compromised, turned her back and did not look at Meng Xia getting dressed, Meng Xia quickly put on her nightgown and jumped out of bed.

"Sister, I'm fine."

Ning Qingwan turned around and brushed her long hair out of her nightgown, "Then let's go, my little princess."

Ning Qingwan took her hand and walked towards the cloakroom, Meng Xia followed behind her, because of the doting "Little Princess" just now, the corners of her lips raised uncontrollably.

It was only after entering Ning Qingwan's cloakroom that she really understood the meaning of "little princess".

She had never been to Ning Qingwan's cloakroom before, and with the sound of gentle footsteps, the lights above her head lit up one by one, and everything looked dreamy under the warm light.

Comparable to a shopping mall, there are all kinds of clothes, bags, shoes that are in season, and watches, jewelry, and glasses.Few women can resist this luxurious grooming place.

Meng Xia, who dreamed of being a princess when she was a child, was not immune either. She looked at the beauty 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 is yours."

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 cabinets and wardrobes.

"Didn't it mean that there are not so many of the same style? This was prepared before, and I thought I would show it to you only after the show ended. Except for some limited editions, you have a copy of my style, which is custom-made according to your size. "

"So, you choose what to wear today." Ning Qingwan took out a diamond-encrusted watch from the cupboard, which was the same model and a different color from the one she was holding. She lowered her head and put it on for Meng Xia. Is it?"

The sharing of the cloakroom is like, it has been determined that there will be another her in her region, her house, and her heart will accommodate another her.

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

Meng Xia's eyes were slightly rippling, her throat was tight, she looked at the silver-white watch on her wrist, nodded, and after a while, she said, "Yes."

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

Ning Qingwan is wearing a water blue slanted shoulder shirt today, and her lower body is leg-slim ripped trousers, the black can 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 inside to outside~"

"..."

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

After washing up, Meng Xia went to the kitchen.

The autumn sun shone warmly on the people who were busy in the kitchen. The light was soft and people were gentle. Ning Qingwan's long curly hair was casually rolled up, and there was a sense of laziness in the mess. She looked down at the food in the pot. Stewed beef brisket with potatoes.

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

Ning Qingwan turned to look at her, and said with a smile, "It's almost ready, are you hungry? There is a bowl of yam pork rib soup for you on the table. It should not be so hot, drink some first?"

Meng Xia walked to the dining table, took a spoonful of the bowl and took a drink. Ning Qingwan served it out in advance to cool it, and could drink it after two mouthfuls. The hot soup was warm in the throat.

She returned to the kitchen with the soup bowl in her hand, "Sister."

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

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

Ning Qingwan drank the soup, her eyes fell on her meatball's head, she moved her body casually, raised her hand to pick the little meatball, and the smile on her face curved even more.

Meng Xia followed her, sipping the soup, and reminded after a while, "Sister, the food is going to be mushy."

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

"Okay~"

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

Meng Xia almost choked to death on a mouthful of rice, "Then...does Director Lin know..."

"Yes." Ning Qingwan handed her a glass of water, "She even 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 asking.

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

Meng Xia opened her mouth, she wanted to ask you why you are so good, 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 murmured, "That's not what I mean."

After the meal, Ning Qingwan pressed her down on the sofa and kissed her hard, and almost shot her. Meng Xia asked the original words tremblingly, 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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After a whole night of tossing and tossing, Meng Xia had no energy all day, so Ning Qingwan asked her to take a nap, and after waking up, she took her back to the villa where the show was recorded.

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

There was another girl sitting under the ball of light, holding paper and a pen in her hand, writing something while scratching her head, crying while holding her head in her arms.

Meng Xia stared at it blankly, moved her footsteps and was surprised to find that there were papers under her feet. She picked up a piece of paper and looked at it, and the hairs all over her body stood on end.

She trembled, and her whole body was cold.What are these?Meng Xia suppressed the uncomfortable feeling in his heart, picked up another piece of paper, glanced at it, the content of the title was...

Before he could take a closer look, the light suddenly became extremely dazzling. Meng Xia subconsciously raised his hand to cover his eyes. Suddenly, a strong wind blew up around him, and all the papers were blown into the air by the wind.

After the light became soft, Meng Xia lowered her hands and looked at the heroine who suddenly floated into the ball of light in front of her. A flash of inspiration flashed in her mind, and she remembered what the heroine said last time—the trajectory finally changed.

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

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

Meng Xia was startled, and after a while she understood what she meant, and nodded.

The hostess closed her eyes, Meng Xia didn't see the flashing emotions clearly, the ball of light was spinning, the hostess turned her back to her, and said in a cold voice, "That's great."

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

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

Meng Xia felt a force pulling her out of this chaotic space, and she saw the heroine's ball of light move to the crying girl again.

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

The voice of the writing girl was crying, "You tm are a monster!"

The heroine's voice was very soft, as if she had no strength to speak, with a sarcasm, "Oh, you created that too, mother..."

The author has something to say: the last chapter was changed for a day to collapse, and I changed the wording of the highlights, but the meaning remains the same. (Chinese language is extensive and profound)

emmmmm If there are still chapters in this article next time.Hope you guys give me some time, I'm trying to modify it. (Don't worry if you enter v and won't be cheated)