MTL - Bent By the Male Protagonist’s White Moonlight-Chapter 51

The coolness of the evening wind slightly lowered the heat that had just warmed up, and the pain from being bitten by Ning Qingwan on the lips still remained.

Don't let others sit in her co-pilot... Meng Xia unconsciously grasped the ribbon on the gift she gave to Lai Xiaomeng in her arms, "Can you... ask for that."

Ning Qingwan said softly, "Why not, you are my girlfriend. It is your unique right to ask me."

If I heard this before, my heart would be sweet, but now there is a thin film between the two.

Sweet can't penetrate until it is pierced.

Ning Qingwan looked at her deeply, her heart hurting from Meng Xia's sad look. She rubbed her brows, "So, you actually mind, right?"

How could you not mind. Meng Xia pursed her lips, trying her best to restrain her sourness, "Sister Silin's mother raised her sister, and you are good friends from childhood to adulthood. I, I'm afraid, sister, you think I'm making trouble."

Well-behaved and sensible, empathetic and heart-wrenching. Ning Qingwan breathed a long sigh of relief, deeply feeling that she had lived in vain for so many years, how naive she was, thinking that this girl didn't care about her.

It's not that she doesn't care, but she cares too much, that's why she's so worried about her, and that's why she hides her emotions so carefully.

But if two people have been like this all the time, hiding their emotions and lack of communication, sooner or later, they will accumulate together, and the emotional rift will only be difficult to repair when it breaks out.

Ning Qingwan suppressed her distress and said in a gentle tone as much as possible, "I won't think that you are making trouble unreasonably. On the contrary, I will mind if you don't mind. If you don't tell me, I will think wildly, and I will wonder if you don't care. Me, so I can act as if nothing happened."

"I don't care..." Meng Xia bit her lip and murmured, "I don't care."

Ning Qingwan listened to her words. At the end of the awards party that night, she saw a message from Meng Xia, saying that Xia Nianzhi and Meng Yuanxiu were divorced and that she would go back to live for a week.

She was also busy with the new album during this time. The WeChat chat and phone calls between the two were similar to usual. Only once or twice Meng Xia said that Xia Nianzhi had something to do and hung up the phone in a hurry.

After that, she thought that Meng Xia wanted to accompany Xia Nianzhi, and she didn't contact him again, waiting for Meng Xia to take the initiative. As a result, I waited until I couldn't bear my temper and came to her.

Judging from the current reaction, Meng Xia went home not only because he wanted to accompany Xia Nianzhi.

Fingertips clicked the steering wheel. After a moment of silence, Ning Qingwan said, "It's because I'm too slow. It's because I care, because I can't do it as if it's nothing, so I dragged myself away from going back to see me these days, right?"

The affirmation comes with a hint of temptation.

Meng Xia didn't reply, and Ning Qingwan saw her embarrassed expression being seen through in an instant.

There were ripples in Shen Rushui's eyes, and Ning Qingwan gave a light "tsk", "Be ruthless to me, and even more ruthless to yourself."

The two hands hanging on his knees were tangled together at a loss, Meng Xia lowered his head and murmured, "I'm sorry."

Ning Qingwan took her hand, put it in the palm of her hand and rubbed it, and said firmly: "Besides the matter of getting in the car, there are other things you care about."

Otherwise, it would not be possible to escape like this.

Ning Qingwan sighed and followed suit, "I don't have the ability to read minds, so I can't see into your heart. So don't say sorry, tell me what you care about, don't make me think about it, don't make me worry, okay?"

Ning Qingwan's voice was gentle and gentle, causing Meng Xia's accumulated grievances and sourness to surge up.

The car was very quiet, and time seemed to stand still, until Ning Qingwan's heart sank little by little, and when she thought that Meng Xia would not speak again, a soft choked voice sounded.

"...Sister Silin said that you took her to record a song, and you praised her for her good tone. She said that your favorite strawberry mousse was shared with you..."

Meng Xia hung her snow-white neck, sniffed, and pinched her thumb with the thumb of the other hand, "She said you taught her to smoke, and you both smoked the same cigarette. I don't want to care, you grew up together and have a good relationship. It's normal. But... I see you use the same cup, I smell the same smell on her as you, the cigarette she smokes is the same as yours, the watch she wears..."

"I... I didn't have as many of the same styles as you when I was chasing stars..."

"She said the song on theone's first album was a birthday present from you. When I think of 'my secret' and the last lyric, I'm... sad."

"I feel...you're more of a couple...I'm like an outsider."

The more he talked, the more he was stuck in his throat, Meng Xia turned his head and looked out of the car. The car was parked near the river, and the wind blowing by his ears was mixed with the moisture of the river.

It was cold on her face, she wiped it with her hand, and the back of her hand was wet.

Ning Qingwan's heart was twisted into twists and turns, clenching it so tightly that she couldn't breathe.

Every time a "she said" popped out of Meng Xia's mouth, she had the evil intention of breaking Chen Silin's neck.

That last sentence, like an ice awl stuck in my heart, was cold and thorny.

Self-blame and guilt came all at once. What the **** was she doing these days to make the girl who wanted to cherish her heart hurt like this, and she didn't even realize it.

She actually still felt that she didn't care about her and had no possessiveness towards her.

Ning Qingwan rubbed her brows, took a deep breath calmly, calmed herself down, and calmed herself down, "Turn around and look at me."

Meng Xia turned her head slowly, her mist-drenched eyes were red, like a little rabbit, sniffing and sniffing, her thin shoulders shrugged.

Facing the sadness and fragility in her eyes, Ning Qingwan choked her throat, drew a tissue and leaned closer to wipe the tears from her face, explaining one by one: "The tuner, not me, is the tuner who praised her for her good tone. It's not because of her that I like strawberry mousse, it's just that she found the one that I like but never found. It was my brother who taught her to smoke."

She sighed softly and pinched Meng Xia's tender face, feeling a little helpless, "Do you only remember that one of the 6 songs on the first album, the birthday gift for her is an 'adult ceremony'."

Meng Xia sobbed while recalling the lyrics of the "adult ceremony", and none of the inspirational words expressed love.

"As for the cups, watches, cigarettes, and perfumes, she bought them herself. I'm not qualified to prevent others from using them, right?"

Meng Xia blinked her tear-drenched eyelashes, hummed "um" in her nasal voice, and let out a burp.

Like a child who obediently listens to her parents' reasoning, Ning Qingwan couldn't help but rubbed her head, her voice softer and softer, "Why didn't you ask me before? This is such a big misunderstanding."

"..." Meng Xia's eyes fluttered uncomfortably, "I'm afraid that if I act too mindful and care too much, you will think I'm too self-willed."

Ning Qingwan softened her eyebrows, her heart hurt and annoyed, "I hope you will be more self-willed and care a little more, and I will be there to take care of you. Do you have no confidence in me at all?"

"No." Meng Xia hurriedly denied it. She slumped her shoulders, and a trace of disappointment flashed in her eyes. She pulled the corner of her mouth. "Compared to those, I'm more afraid... Listen to you again about the past that I can't participate in."

Ning Qingwan spread out her palm, inserted her five fingers between her fingers and intertwined with her ten fingers, and said softly, "The day when your school accompanies you in class, I had a feeling of going back in time, I was thinking about going back in time. It's good to have you in here. But the past is a given and there is no way to change it. So the present is the most important."

She raised their interlocking hands, and said solemnly, "I am yours, from now to the rest of my life, it belongs to you alone. Don't think of outsiders anymore."

Every word was as warm as the breath that fell on Meng Xia's face as Ning Qingwan's red lips moved and closed, turning into a warm current into her heart.

Meng Xia stared blankly at her favorite eyes, Ning Qing's eyes were as clear as peach blossoms, and like the crescent moon on the horizon.

The tears that had been stopped poured out of his eyes uncontrollably. Meng Xia couldn't express his current mood, and the warm current in his chest was full of tenderness.

Meng Xia rolled her throat, following her heart, leaned forward, the moment the tears dripped from her long eyelashes, she kissed Ning Qingwan's lips.

One of her hands was clinging to Ning Qingwan's shoulders, and the other hand was clasping Ning Qingwan's side and pressed against Ning Qingwan's side.

Ning Qingwan froze for a moment in surprise, the corners of her lips curled slightly, and she put her arms around the back of her neck, rubbing it inch by inch, deepening it little by little.

The mouth is the salty tears, but the heart is the sweetness of drawing.

Ning Qingwan gently kissed her teary eyelashes, and discussed with her softly, "Next time, don't hold back and say nothing. If I don't ask, you don't say it, and you don't communicate with each other. Communication is actually very emotional.”

There was a hint of guilt in Meng Xia Shuiying's eyes. It was true that the two of them had become a little estranged these days. She sincerely admitted her mistake, "I was wrong, and I will confess to my sister in the future."

Ning Qingwan narrowed her eyes. She strove through the words Meng Xia said. Chen Silin's words could only be said to Meng Xia when she was away, most of the time that afternoon, she asked casually, "You went to the small park on the afternoon of the recording. , did you go out because you were unhappy after hearing Chen Silin's flickering?"

Meng Xia recalled those words, her eyes dimmed, and she said "um" softly.

"Whoever I met in the park, I still forgot to ask their name." Ning Qingwan stared at her deeply.

Meng Xia was stunned, "A little girl..." She thought for a while, and based on her promise that Ning Qingwan would confess in the future, she was going to see what happened after meeting the little girl, including the sudden changes in the park later, without any omission. All told to Ning Qingwan.

Ning Qingwan was more shocked when she said that, the blurred face that was gradually forgotten as she grew older, like a mirror with mist, was wiped away by the mist in Meng Xia's words and became clear.

It is so clear that it overlaps a little with the person in front of him.

"She's so cute, she was shy when I called her baby."

Ning Qingwan's slightly frowning brows stretched out, and a shallow arc was drawn from the eyebrows to the corners of her lips, "Is that so?"

"Yes. After chatting with her, I feel much more comfortable." Meng Xia recalled that day, and then involuntarily recalled Ning Qingwan's subtle attitude towards her that day. She turned her head to look at Ning Qingwan and asked , "Sister, were you jealous that day?"

"..." Ning Qingwan lowered her head and glanced at her watch, "It's getting late, I have to go."

"..." Meng Xia put on her seat belt again, and stared at Ning Qingwan with a blink of an eye. She was still calm, but the tip of her ears seemed to be! A little powder!

"Sister, are you jealous with a child?" Meng Xia raised the corners of her mouth, revealing her lovely white teeth and smiling eyes.

Ning Qingwan glanced at her expressionlessly, and Meng Xia quickly restrained her smile.

Ning Qingwan retracted her gaze and started the car. Amidst the roar of the engine, she said lightly, "No." It was more exaggerated than that.

The author has something to say: I went around a big curve to unravel the little rabbit and asked who the person was, and found out that it was me, so I asked yourself if the vinegar smells good.

Ning Wanwan: Haha

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