Her previous fast-piercing task was called [White Moonlight Cultivation Manual].

In layman's terms, it is that the female partners who can't love each other have become the stepping stones for the love of the male protagonist and the female protagonist, the male protagonist and the female protagonist have achieved positive results, but the female partners have all died tragically.

After their deaths, they were angry and refused to be reincarnated, causing trouble to the social order, so the corresponding system came into being, and Xuanwu was one of these sub-systems that specialized in eliminating grievances.

The female supporting characters were abused too badly before their deaths, and they didn't have hope in love, they just wanted to abuse the male protagonist and the female protagonist, so there was the task of Bai Yueguang's cultivation manual.

Qiao Xia's task is to make each female partner counterattack and become the white moonlight of the male protagonist, and then kick them after the male protagonist falls in love with the female partner, of course, how to kick is a science, and the male protagonist has to think that she has a last resort or is coerced.

In short, every time he left the position, Qiao Xia basically died - anyway, he took the bitter route.

Know what white moonshine is?

It's the male protagonist who used to be almost able to get it.,But in the end, there's still no way to have it.。

Qiao Xia knows that the more she can't get it, the greater the chance of becoming Bai Yueguang, so in a hundred planes, she has never had any intimate intersection with those male protagonists who are destined to be abandoned.

Of course, there is no shortage of paranoid male protagonists who want to use strong, but with the system, Qiao Xia has never suffered a loss.

Now that she is seriously calculated, having sex with Ming Qi is not only the first time she has had sex with the opposite sex, but also her voluntarily.

Qiao Xia took a deep breath, feeling more and more that this Ming Qi was specially here to restrain her.

She put on the quilt and turned over, rested her thoughts on chatting, closed her eyes and recuperated, when she was about to be confused...... There was a knock on the door.

"Xiaoqi, Xiaojin, have you slept?" Ming's mother shouted outside.

Josha: "......"

Ming Qi: "......"

There was no way, Ming Qi quickly rolled up the things on the ground and stuffed them into the corner, and then went over to open the door: "Mom." ”

Ming's mother thought she was hiding it well, but in fact, the eyes that were particularly obvious in the eyes of others were nowhere to be placed.

While looking at the movement in the house, she asked very fakely: "I'm a little hungry and want to cook something to eat, so I'll ask you if you can eat." ”

Ming Qi was a little weak: "We don't eat, you eat slowly." ”

He stretched out his hand to close the door, but was resisted, and Ming's mother glared at him: "I didn't ask you, I asked our Xiaojin." ”

She rushed Ming Qi back to bed, pressed against the door, and half of her body almost leaned in through the crack in the door: "Xiaojin, do you want to eat a little?" Mom's hot noodle soup is delicious. ”

Qiao Xia sat up with the quilt and smiled: "Mom, I don't eat, but I can help you do it." ”

"No, no, no." Ming's mother waved her hand again and again: "Since you don't eat, you can rest well, and you don't have to go to the ground." ”

She looked kind: "Xiao Qi, you can go back to bed too, I'll help you close the door, go." ”

Ming Qi: "......"

Josha: "......"

In the end, there was no way, Ming Qi could only turn around against his mother's caring gaze, he looked at the little girl on the bed with a pair of watery eyes, looking at him with a trace of nervousness and overwhelm, his heart suddenly softened, reached out to take her in his arms, and lay down together.

Josha tensed up, pressed against his chest.

The door was finally shut.

Ming Qi could clearly feel that the little girl in his arms breathed a sigh of relief, and then he was about to get out.

He didn't stop until she retreated to the other side of the bed and was about to speak, when he spoke, in a low voice: "Don't talk, my mother hasn't left yet." ”

There was still a small shadow in the crack on the ground, and it was very likely that Ming's mother was lying on the door of the room eavesdropping on the movement inside.

Josha: "......"