I Married a Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating: 29|Twenty-nine dragons

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Mr. Long’s consciousness has been hovering around Mu Wanwan. Seeing her cheeks getting paler and paler, he felt more and more anxious, and even wanted to pull her into his arms at all costs.

However, he was afraid of her reaction after waking up.

If he had never been exposed to light, and had never been cared for by someone like this, maybe he wouldn't care about her feelings. But he had already tasted the comfort, and he was afraid of exposing the fact that he was awake.

Because he was worried that she would be afraid of him and find him disgusting.

His prototype is so ugly. He originally had one more ugly claw than a normal dragon. I heard that the human race dislikes the ugly dragon in its prototype, and now he is disabled and has a bad reputation outside... .

He didn't think she would accept him.

It's just that he can't lie to himself.

Mr. Long held her hand and intertwined his palms with hers. His heart was bulging and his handsome face was hot.

The slightly hot body temperature was transferred to her body bit by bit along the wide palms, from the palms intertwined with Mu Wanwan.

He was still hesitating, but his body temperature was like a warm candle in the dark night, making Mu Wanwan, who was feeling uncomfortable all over, instinctively want to get closer.

So warm......

The surroundings were cold, but the palms of his hands were warm.

Perhaps people have an instinct to want to be close to warmth. Although Mu Wanwan was in and out of consciousness, after feeling a little more comfortable, she tried her best to hold Mr. Long's hand tightly, and even the other hand. The hand also climbed up and hugged his arm.

So warm, so warm.

Mu Wanwan opened her eyes slightly in a daze, but her eyes were pitch black and she couldn't see anything.

She even thought that she was back when she was a child, locked alone in a dark orphanage.

It was winter, and all three children living together were adopted. Only she, because of continuous fever, was considered an unhealthy child and could not be adopted.

The dean is usually very peaceful, but that day, he seemed to suddenly get tired of her, cut off the power, and locked her in the room.

It was the same that time. Her head was hot, but her body was cold. Everything around her was cold. She huddled in the corner desperately, but she still couldn't feel any warmth.

But this time it's different.

What's there? It's very warm.

"Cold...I'm so cold..."

Mu Wanwan was willing to let go of Mr. Long's arm, and even held it tighter, like a drowning man holding on to driftwood.

Mr. Long only felt her soft body pressing against her, with a moist and cold breath, but it did not make him feel disgusted at all.

This was the first time he saw her in such a fragile state. Even her voice had lost her usual confidence and tenacity in life, leaving only a sense of helplessness.

This time, although he was trembling all over and his blood was flowing back when he saw the skin-to-skin contact between the two of them, he still remained rational.

He, could he really pull her into his arms?

His hesitation and entanglement were all in the next moment, when he heard her fragile "Mr. Long", his reason was disconnected, like a crumbling mountain rock, falling apart in an instant.

What a saint, what worries, what considerations for her!

At this moment, everything was selfishly forgotten by him.

He wants her,

Only her.

Only her.

Mr. Long thought he must have gone crazy. When he regained his senses, Mu Wanwan had been pulled into his arms almost roughly.

It spans two quilts, half a meter apart.

From the place where he had to work hard to touch her fingertips, she came to his side.

My heart was beating like a drum, Mr. Long's cheeks were hot, he clumsily and carefully arranged the wedding quilt until the two of them were completely covered.

Mu Wanwan actually hurt a little from being pulled by him, but that little pain seemed very insignificant compared to the discomfort in her body. She just felt that she had escaped from the coldness and came to a warm place.

She instinctively wanted to adjust to a comfortable position, probably because she felt that there was something warmer than the thing she was holding just now, so her hands began to struggle wildly until they touched his hot and warm chest, and then she stopped with satisfaction. With this movement, she leaned forward, even put her face against it, and even rubbed it in shame. She had no idea how big a hole she had dug for her future sober self.

Mu Wanwan was so burned that she was a little confused now. She vaguely felt that the wish she made when she was a child had come true.

She wants a nice and warm large pillow, the most expensive one sold in the store.

Comfortable and secure. When you are afraid of being alone, afraid of the dark, or when you cannot eat ice cream as happily as other children because you have no money, just like now, hit that pillow to vent, and then go again With that comfortable and warm large pillow, you will have a good sleep and you will not be afraid of anything^_^

Just...

Mu Wanwan thought vaguely——

Why is this pillow so comfortable on the top, but a little cold and **** the bottom, which makes her uncomfortable.

It seems that the realization of this wish is not perfect enough.

Mu Wanwan curled up her legs in grievance and faced the warm heat source, feeling extremely relieved.

But when she wakes up, she needs to replace this pillow! Change to something more comfortable!

But Mr. Long could only blush and stiffen and let her touch her randomly. He let her struggle and kicked his tail several times. Her little strength was not enough to tickle him. Not only did it not hurt, , and set fire to him like a cat's paw to act coquettishly.

He could clearly feel the body temperature transmitted through her thin clothes. It was obviously cold, but it made him almost have a fever.

Moreover, in her current position, her cheek was right against his chest, and her warm breath sprayed on him, bringing with it waves of moist shivers.

Mr. Long felt that he was undergoing the biggest test of Long Sheng. He endured the novel feeling that he had never experienced before, and his consciousness fell on her cheek——

She must still be feeling uncomfortable, her face is still pale, her brows are furrowed, her lips are very white, and her feet that kicked him are ice cold.

Mr. Long's eyelashes trembled, and he gently raised his right hand, wrapped around her neck where she was lying on her side, gently lifted her sweaty forehead, and gently brushed her forehead with his fingertips to make her feel comfortable. Some.

Then, as if he was bewitched, he endured it again and again, but still gently put his arm on her waist with trembling fingertips.

Soft and a little warm.

Well, very soft.

Mr. Long's cheeks were not only red now, but his body temperature was also much higher. He felt so comfortable that Mu Wanwan leaned closer to him.

Mr. Long couldn't bear it and hurriedly took his arm away. The whole dragon was feeling hot, and he felt like he was dying of heat. The fingertips that had just touched her waist were covered in sweat, and his eyelashes were trembling. Her heartbeat was also abnormally fast, and she was even a little worried that her heartbeat would wake her up.

He reached out his hands to cover his red cheeks, a little embarrassed, and took several deep breaths.

No.

No.

What is he thinking?

Why is he so shameless?

Now that the lady is sick, she feels so uncomfortable, but he feels so damned that he is so happy.