I Married a Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating: 79|Seventy-nine dragons

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Mu Wanwan looked at Mr. Long's expectant eyes, a little afraid that he would continue to take out some amazing clothes, and tried to change the subject, "Your Majesty, why are there so many spiritual stones on the ground?"

Mr. Long pursed his lips and said, "Sparkling."

Mu Wanwan: "......"

She seemed to understand something. It turned out that dragons really like shiny things.

After a simple chat, the room fell into silence again, leaving only the sound of Mengmeng occasionally sliding down the pile of spiritual stones and its occasional chirping.

Mu Wanwan looked at the two suffocating clothes on the bed, but he couldn't get over the hurdle in his mind.

Although she can forcefully say that she likes her for the sake of love, what if Mr. Long really thinks she likes her in the future? She really can't accept this terrible Naolong aesthetic...

Mu Wanwan was thinking about how to express her inner feelings tactfully. She didn't speak, and Mr. Long didn't know what to say.

He looked at his wife's slightly red lips and felt itchy in his heart.

But he thought of her slightly surprised look when she saw him walking in, and pursed her lips hard——

The lady must have noticed her bald ears.

The dragon knows that Madam only likes furry things. In the past, when he didn't have his ears exposed, his wife would never stroke him (?). Since he got the plush ears, his attitude towards him has changed.

But now, he is bald.

Without the furry dragon, would the attraction to her be less than that of the furry dragon?

Mr. Long's eyes were dark, and he opened his mouth to ask her if she disliked his ears, and who gave her the hairpin, but as soon as he opened his mouth, it turned into an unintentional and dry words, "You..."

"Sleep a little longer."

Mu Wanwan, who was still immersed in the Death Barbie fandom, blinked and suspected that he heard wrongly.

She raised her head suddenly, met Mr. Long's cold eyes, and his face was as paralyzed as an iceberg, and subconsciously glanced at his ears.

Then it dawned on her - Mr. Long had put away his ears, but she couldn't guess the dragon's mood just by looking at his face.

Perhaps Mu Wanwan's gaze was too direct to the soul. Mr. Long was always very concerned about his ears, but now her look in his eyes almost broke his glass heart into pieces.

Mr. Long turned around in his wheelchair and lowered his eyes towards the spiritual stones. It seemed that he was ready to practice.

Mu Wanwan tugged at the expensive clothes on the bed. The soreness in her back and the fatigue in her soul had not disappeared. She was very uncomfortable now, but it seemed that the dragon was only ready to say "sleep a little longer." .

Although he knew that he had taken care of her injuries, it was not easy for him to say such a thing with his temperament.

But, he had obviously kissed her just now...

The tender longing on her lips was still there, and the touch of Mr. Long's slightly hot fingertips grazing her cheek didn't seem to be fake.

She thought that when he came back, he wouldn't be so awkward and would explain everything clearly.

In the end, if she didn’t ask, was Long really not prepared to explain? She still remembered that when she waited for so many days, every time she heard any movement outside, she would feel like a frightened bird.

Obviously the note said I would get back in three to five days, so I obviously missed the appointment.

Don't think that just giving her a roomful of spiritual stones and two pieces of clothes will stop her from worrying about so many days and nights of waiting.

The joy of reunion and the feeling that Long was fine slowly faded away. Mu Wanwan glanced at the nine-sided hairpin held on the table and allowed himself to lose his temper for the first time.

She took off the hairpin that Mr. Long put on her, then smoothed her hair and put the one Jiu Qing gave her angrily on her head.

Then he lifted the quilt, wrapped himself in it, and said muffledly, "I'm going to sleep."

After she finished speaking, she felt a little aggrieved and couldn't bear it anymore. Her eyes were sore and she closed her eyes in disappointment.

The room fell into silence again. The corners of Mr. Long's lips moved slightly, and there was a flash of hurt in his eyes. She actually preferred the hairpin given by others to that given by him.

Mr. Long’s long eyelashes are slightly drooped, covering up the crazy and depressed emotions in his heart. The shiny spiritual stones are reflected in his eyes, but they are like clusters of jumping flames——

Perhaps the evil energy around him had condensed into a terrifying black whirlpool, and Mengmeng, who was gnawing on the shiny things, suddenly felt a little scared.

The shadow of the dragon that nearly killed it yesterday was still hovering over Mengmeng's head. It carefully moved its fat little body and successfully ran away from the window before the dragon showed its power.

Mr. Long noticed its movement and ignored it, his expression gloomy and scary.

He looked at the exposed hairpin that Mu Wanwan wore on purpose, and his knuckles turned white as he clenched his palms tightly.

About an hour later, Mu Wanwan, who wanted to wait and see if Awkward Dragon would say anything, finally couldn't hold it any longer.

Her soul is affected and she falls asleep easily.

While she was half asleep and half awake, the sound of the wheelchair rubbing against the smooth ground came to her ears, which was very harsh.

Mu Wanwan woke up immediately.

But she still maintained her previous posture without moving, and the hot breath she breathed made her head dizzy——

What does this dragon want to do? This time she must expose him to his face!

Mu Wanwan's heart was beating a little fast. Mr. Long looked like two different creatures when she was asleep and when she woke up!

The awkward and shy dragon vs. the cold, arrogant and paralyzed emperor.

Without his pair of plush ears that could reveal inner feelings like a plug-in, she would have no way to communicate well with Mr. Long.

This time she must seize the opportunity!

——The wheelchair was pushed away with some force. Mr. Long twisted his handsome face and stood up, without trying to hide the fact that he could move normally. Step by step, he slowly walked to the bed.

"Wanwan." He called Mu Wanwan's name in a hoarse voice, as if to test whether she was really asleep.

Mu didn't move, and even lowered his breathing rate.

In fact, it was quite obvious that she was pretending to be asleep, but in the eyes of a lemon-vinegar spirit dragon, all she could see was the extremely annoying Qingxin Jade hairpin on her head.

Mr. Long gently reached out and secretly replaced the hairpin on Mu Wan's elbow with the one he brought back.

His movements are very gentle, but his hands are too big_(:з」∠)_

Although Mr. Long tried his best not to ruin his wife's hairstyle, he still messed up her hair.

"..." Mr. Long fiddled with Mu's curly hair with his big palms, making her itchy and about to break.

When the hairpin was finally finished, Lemon Dragon and Mu's curved foreheads were already covered with sweat.

It’s just that one is in a cold sweat, and the other is so hot that he is dying.

After a while, just when Mu Wanwan was about to sit up and grab Mr. Long's collar and ask him what he wanted to do, Mr. Long finally moved again.

He climbed onto the bed carefully.

Mu Wanwan: "..."

There was an irresistible force on her lower back. By the time Mu Wanwan came to her senses, she was already being held by Mr. Long, who was lying flat on the bed, with his long arms and long legs and the quilt. Circled.

Mu Wanwan: "…………??"

"Madam." Mr. Long buried his head on Silkworm Baby Mu's curved shoulders, his voice was hoarse and aggrieved, like a little dragon cub smaller than Maojiu, "I can't help but like it."

"Can't you not like it?"

The base of Mu’s crooked ears suddenly felt hot, and she felt like her waist was being tightened, as if she had found the source of last night’s nightmare.

A dragon that was so heavy pressed its long arms and legs on her, and she would only have ghosts if she didn't have nightmares.

Mu Wanwan blushed so hard that she didn't dare to listen to what Mr. Long said, so she had to use these messy imaginations to cover up her heart that was about to give in.

However, Mr. Long is addicted to hugging.

The lady across the quilt felt so soft and comfortable when he held her in his arms. He couldn't help but press her into his arms a little more.

Mr. Long's voice suddenly sounded cold and hoarse, "Tell me, who gave you the hairpin and pendant? Did you find a new furry one outside?"

When Mu Wanwan listened to Lemon Dragon's words, she didn't feel any anger in her heart. Instead, she felt an inexplicable sense of vicissitudes of life, "It turns out that Mr. Long can also say so many words at once."

She thought it was too early to wake up now, maybe Mr. Long was planning to say something more.

"Me." Mr. Long fluttered his black eyelashes.

His tone became calmer again, just when Mu Wanwan thought Mr. Long might be angry.

She heard him say, "I'm sorry."

My eyes widened slightly, and Mu Wanwan grasped the corner of the quilt tightly.

"I came back late," Mr. Long hugged her tightly, "I'm sorry."

"Don't dislike me." He slowly closed his eyes and his voice became softer, like the wind blowing in her ears.

She must not like him now that he is bald.

."There can't be other furries outside, okay..."

The last few words were like the sound of a slowly disappearing string, hitting Mu Wanwan's heart bit by bit.

This big stupid dragon, this hateful and cute dragon.

Her favorite Mr. Long.

Why do you think she dislikes his bald ears...

Unable to restrain herself any longer, Mu Wanwan really didn’t want to be like before. She no longer tried to hide it, opened her eyes and moved her hands and feet in an attempt to get out of the quilt.

The moment Mr. Long noticed that she was moving, he immediately realized that the lady was awake!

Perhaps he was too nervous, so Mr. Long subconsciously hugged Mu Wanwan even harder.

Mu Wanwan struggled hard, and when he finally broke through the shackles of a certain dragon and got out of the quilt, he felt that his waist was about to break.

She stayed in the quilt for a long time, and when she poked her head out, she couldn't help but take a few breaths.

"Hmm... Huh... Haa..."

Obviously it was just a normal sound of gasping, but to the ears of a certain dragon whose brain was short-circuited, it was like a bombshell.

Mr. Long’s bald ears that had been hidden suddenly popped out. He looked at Mu Wan’s slightly open collar with an indescribable look, his eyes greedily starting from her black hair scattered on the pillow and following her The reddish ears slid all the way down to her fair neck...