I Married a Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating: 23|Twenty-three dragons

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Mr. Long didn't wait long before he felt her body, which was still a little cold, move slowly over, and his heart beat unsatisfactorily.

As he is much more sensitive than ordinary people, Mr. Long could clearly feel her lifting a corner of the quilt and getting in bit by bit, first her arms, then her legs...

Because I had not planned to sleep with Mr. Long before, so Mr. Long slept in the middle of the quilt. Mu Wanwan gently pulled the corners of the quilt, and could only reluctantly pull the quilt without touching Mr. Long. Cover half of your body.

So the half of the body close to Mr. Long can clearly feel the warmth transmitted from his side, but the half of the body that is not covered by the quilt is very cold, forming a sharp contrast with the other side. .

Mu Wanwan is a little embarrassed, but she was too tired during the day and she didn't sleep well in the first half of the night. Now she is very tired. She thinks that Mr. Long is not conscious anyway, and it shouldn't matter if his arm touches a little. She just needs to pay attention. Just don't touch the wound on Mr. Long's tail.

Mu Wanwan had a battle between heaven and man in his mind for a while, but decided to bow to the cooling forces_(:з」∠)_

She thought for a while and then moved herself out of the quilt——

She is also wearing very heavy clothes. It will be very uncomfortable to cover her with a quilt. Just take off a few coats first.

Her sudden departure made Mr. Long a little uncomfortable. He was actually ready when she got in little by little, but he didn't expect that person to leave suddenly.

Mr. Long felt a little sour and even a little aggrieved.

So what happened if she wasn't prepared?

There was a rustling sound in his ears. Before Mr. Long could react from the disappointment of Mu Wanwan leaving just now, he felt the quilt move again. This time Mu Wanwan’s movement was bigger than the previous time. Quite a few, the whole body got in.

Because Mr. Long previously occupied most of the quilt, Mu Wanwan still inevitably touched Mr. Long’s arm when she moved, but she quickly adjusted her posture and carefully maintained some distance from Mr. Long. , curled up himself, carefully shrinking his legs.

Although there was no pillow, it was much better than sleeping outside. Mu Wanwan thought for a while and said softly, "Mr. Long, it's raining. I don't have a quilt to cover me. It's so cold. I'll make do with you for a few nights. You should You won’t have any objections.”

She couldn't help but laugh twice, thought of something, and whispered, "You're not conscious. Even if I take advantage of you, you won't know it... I'm so sleepy... ."

This was the first time she was so close to him, and her voice seemed to be much clearer than usual. It was obviously just a voice, but it seemed to have turned into sound waves, going round and round, penetrating only a few dozen centimeters of air. , suddenly struck Mr. Long’s heart.

He felt his face was a little hot, and besides the crushing pain in his meridians, there seemed to be something more.

Mr. Long couldn't explain clearly. He could only feel Mu Wanwan's contented sigh and his breathing that gradually calmed down. His heart was trembling a little, but he gradually calmed down.

It turns out that she only wanted to sleep with him because of the cold, and had no other meaning.

Mr. Long is a little disappointed and feels a little uncomfortable——

He is so ugly now, his tail has not healed yet, and he even vomited blood in the afternoon. It is normal for his wife to dislike him and not want to have anything to do with him. Moreover, Madam doesn’t know that he is awake yet, so she probably won’t be able to do anything else.

Mr. Long gradually calmed down and silently felt the breath of the person next to him. He felt that the temperature coming from her body was so hot that he felt a little dizzy.

And——

She was very close to him, so close that he could touch her if he stretched out his hand.

Mr. Long's heart moved, and he awkwardly directed his ring finger and little finger, which he could only move not long ago, to move forward little by little, and then forward again.

Because most of the meridians were not connected properly, Mr. Long only moved forward a few centimeters before he was in so much pain that he could no longer move.

His forehead was so painful that he was covered in cold sweat, but the only fingertips that could move still couldn't help but want to touch her, just a little bit, just a little bit.

Mr. Long’s fingertips slid along the bed sheets little by little, but the ten centimeters between him and Mu Wanwan were so far away. Just when he was about to give up, Mu Wanwan was sleeping soundly. Wanwan moved, causing him to stop his already slight movement.

But soon, Mr. Long discovered that because she had moved just now, the fingertips of her left hand were just a little in front of the fingertips of his right hand.

My heart was beating faster than expected. In the dark, Mr. Long's ears and cheeks were all red. This time, he only tried to move forward a little, and he touched the tip of her little finger.

Soft, a little hot, the nails are short, the fingertips are round, and the warm body temperature is transmitted little by little along the fingertips of one person and one dragon...

Mr. Long is almost mature, and Mr. Long feels that he is really bad.

But he did not move his hand, only the tips of their little fingers touched Mu Wanwan's, their hearts swelled, and the corners of their lips slightly curved.

.......

However, when Mu Wanwan woke up the next morning and found that she was holding Mr. Long's hand, she was still very embarrassed.

She slept in a good position, because she was worried about touching Mr. Long's tail, so she always curled up, and that hand, for some reason, crossed the line.

Mu Wanwan didn’t know that a certain dragon who was now unconscious and awake last night was actually feeling a little happy, so he quickly let go of Mr. Long’s hand and got up quickly.

It was still raining outside, but it was already bright. Mu Wanwan got up to boil water and take care of housework. She checked the seedlings of burning grass she cultivated yesterday. The small burning grass she cultivated for the first time seemed to have grown only one after the night. It grew a little bit, but the other dozen or so seedlings grew up obviously.

Mu Wanwan spent one-tenth of his spiritual energy to simply sort out the twenty sticks of burning grass. After checking, he found that the two low-grade spiritual stones beside Mr. Long's pillow had not been moved, and he felt relieved. One breath.

She poured a basin of hot water and cut a small piece from the ginseng. She was going to brush Mr. Long's teeth and wash his face, rub some medicine on his tail, and replace the ginseng piece in his mouth. .

"Mr. Long, change the medicine." Because she didn't like the quiet feeling of being alone all the time, Mu Wanwan still chose to treat Mr. Long as her chat partner.

His tail was much better than yesterday, and his ability to heal was very strong. Mu Wanwan helped him apply some more ointment, washed his hands, and slowly moved closer to Mr. Long's mouth.

Mu Wanwan watched as his fingers got closer and closer to his beautiful purple lips, and a trace of guilt suddenly arose in his heart. What the **** was this delusion that he wanted to bully the good baby dragon.

But no matter what, the ginseng slices still need to be replaced.

And they were changed yesterday. Why is she so squirmy now?

Mu Wanwan took a deep breath, gently held Mr. Long's chin with one hand, and slowly inserted his fingers.

His teeth are a bit pointed, and his tongue is also very soft...

Mu Wanwan's face was a little red, and he quickly took out the piece of ginseng whose spiritual energy had been almost absorbed. Then he picked up the oral cleaning tool prepared on one side and helped Mr. Long clean his teeth quickly, and stuffed it with him again. A new ginseng slice.

When she finished all this, the warm feeling on her fingertips that belonged to Mr. Long's tongue still hadn't dissipated. Mu Wanwan was a little dizzy and wanted to stay away from this plant dragon, so she changed her clothes and held an umbrella. Went to dig in the yard.

In addition to handling chores in the morning, she cultivated five burning grass seeds and dug enough soil. After lunch, she began to concentrate on cultivating the green star grass seeds.

The seeds of Bixing grass are slightly larger and harder than the seeds of Burning grass.

Because she was worried that two Bixingcao seedlings would repel each other when planted together, Mu Wanwan specially divided them into several small pots. Each small pot was filled with soil and a little spiritual soil given by Uncle Zong.

She picked up a Green Star Grass seed, and based on her experience in cultivating Burning Grass over the past two days, she began to slowly guide the spiritual energy from her Dantian into the seed.

Based on the experience of yesterday's failed cultivation, she did not hold back this time and kept sending spiritual power in. However, I don't know if it was because her method was wrong. This time she transferred about one-third of the spiritual power. At that moment, the seed in the palm suddenly exploded.

The small pieces that exploded hit her in the face, as if mocking her self-righteousness.

Mu Wanwan: "..."

She put away the body of the seed with a little heartache. She lost five copper coins in one failure!

She took another one, this time much more carefully than before. She did not convey a lot of spiritual energy in one breath like just now. She only conveyed about one-fifth of the spiritual energy before stopping.

There was still no change in that seed. It was completely different from when she cultivated burning grass. Mu Wanwan sighed and buried the second Bixing grass seed into the soil containing spiritual soil. , but as soon as she buried it, before she could transfer her spiritual power, the seeds quickly broke through the shell, and two small green buds tremblingly pushed through the soil.

Mu Wanwan was very pleasantly surprised. She looked at the tender little buds, and her heart felt warm. She couldn't help but stretched out her hand to touch the little buds. These were not the little buds of Bixing grass, but four. A piece of low-grade spiritual stone!

She felt as if she had found the right way to cultivate Blue Star Grass, so for the third time, she directly planted the seeds into the spiritual soil, and then guided the wood spiritual power in her body to slowly sort out and cultivate it. .

This time it went smoothly. I only used one-sixth of my spiritual power to see the trembling Green Star Grass seeds.

Mu Wanwan's eyes were bright. Although there was not much spiritual power left in his body, he still worked hard to collect some and cultivated another seed. This time it was still successful.

Mu Wanwan felt that the seeds chosen by Uncle Zong for her were all very good seeds, so the success rate of her cultivation was astonishingly high, except for the fact that at the beginning, too much spiritual power was transferred and a Jade Star Grass seed exploded. , the subsequent success rate is very high. Could it be that her spiritual power is particularly popular among plants? But the original person had casually cultivated plants before, and the success rate was indeed not that high.

Mu Wanwan looked at the three pots of small sprouts and the large pot of burning grass placed side by side in the window, and smiled sincerely. No matter what the reason was, if the cultivation speed and success rate could be maintained, he would wait until the next time he went out. By that time, she would be able to earn about twenty yuan of low-grade spiritual stones.

Perhaps, if Uncle Zong is easy to talk to, she can try to get a middle-grade spiritual stone back. It should be of great help to Mr. Long's body, and maybe he can wake up earlier.

The buds on the windowsill were swaying slightly, and Mu Wanwan had new expectations for her future life with Mr. Long.