I Married a Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating: 9|Nine dragons

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Mu Wanwan didn't hesitate anymore, carefully stepped on the soft mattress, gently opened the quilt on the outside, and slowly sat on the quilt.

She turned off only one light. At about two or three in the morning, it was pitch black outside, and there was only a trace of dim light left in the whole room.

Mu lay down crookedly, her tired waist and legs bent for a long time touched the soft quilt, and she couldn't help but let out a sigh. The originally cool quilt was stained with body temperature and heated up little by little, just like her cheeks were dyed crimson little by little.

Although she told herself not to pay attention to a certain dragon sleeping next to her, in the quiet space, Mr. Long's weak breathing was so obvious that Mu Wanwan couldn't help but turn her head and glance at him quietly.

Mr. Long was lying motionless on the bright red quilt, obediently and obediently. From her angle, she could only see half of his firm cheeks, and his eyelashes that were long and a bit enviable, curved, and Dense.

Mu Wanwan silently reached out and touched her eyelashes, then turned her head silently.

She will probably never have long and curled eyelashes in her life...

Mu Wanwan originally thought that she couldn't sleep. After all, it was the first time in her life to sleep in the same bed with the opposite sex. But soon, she fell into a dark dream, and there was no room for those random thoughts. Then he was pressed and rubbed on the bed by exhaustion.

She slept soundly, too tired to lift a finger, and lay peacefully on the bed.

The room became quiet for a moment. In the quiet room, a faint mist overflowed from the low-grade spirit stone that Mu Wanwan placed by Mr. Long's ear, and then disappeared into the tyrant's body like water vapor. .

But it was obvious that there was too little spiritual power in the low-grade spiritual stone. This process was short and terrifying. In almost an instant, the originally slightly transparent low-grade spiritual stone shattered into powder.

The room fell into a terrible silence again, which lasted for a long time.

Perhaps it was almost dawn when Mr. Long’s fingers moved slightly.

Underneath him was a soft quilt. His originally painful and itchy tail had also been treated. The tyrant could feel that a layer of low-grade ointment had been applied on it, and the sticky feeling on his face had disappeared. , probably because someone wiped his face.

There was a hint of softness in his heart, because his dry body was moistened by spiritual power, and he had the opportunity to try his best to connect a small piece of broken original core, dispelling a trace of the curse, and alleviating some pain.

It turns out.........

Does she really not dislike him?

Mr. Long couldn't explain how she felt in her heart. She didn't dislike his dirty and messy tail.

With a movement in his heart, a ray of consciousness slowly spread out, slowly scanning everything around him.

Last time, he was too narrow-minded.

As soon as his spiritual consciousness touched the red wedding quilt embroidered with mandarin ducks, Mr. Long seemed to have been violently burned by something. He suddenly withdrew his spiritual consciousness, and his heart began to beat violently for a long time——

How could she...

It turns out that the soft thing under him is not just a simple quilt, but also a quilt?

Has she accepted herself and wants to be with herself...?

My ears were very hot, and for the first time, the pain in my meridians was not as good as the beating heartbeat. Mr. Long tentatively and slowly pulled out a ray of consciousness again, and slowly pulled out a ray of consciousness from the place that made him extremely embarrassed. The red joy is rippled.

The room was still a familiar one, and the jade bed was also the one he often slept on. However, there were two more eye-catching quilts on it. In another quilt not far from him, there was also a defenseless person lying on it. , a person who sleeps soundly.

The blood flowed slowly. If Mu Wanwan was awake, and if the black and red curse marks were not so obvious, she would definitely be able to find that Mr. Long’s exposed face, neck, and two ears were all The color that has already turned pink is about to turn into deep red.

She slept peacefully next to a hybrid dragon that everyone thought was disabled and disgusting, and next to a tyrant that everyone thought was cold, cruel and murderous.

Mr. Long struggled to move his consciousness slowly. The wisp of consciousness that was lighter than the air slowly slid from Mu's curved neck to her cheeks, nose tip, eyelashes, forehead... ......

She is not particularly good-looking.

In his prime, he had seen countless flattering beauties, but he was still a single tyrant, thinking with red ears.

She shouldn’t be very good-looking...

But the only spiritual consciousness that Mr. Silong could use, but he didn't know if it was out of control, slowly slid across Mu Wanwan's peacefully sleeping cheek, and finally stopped on her dry lips, trembling. , there were feather-like little blows, and then——

It disappeared suddenly as if it had never appeared before.

Mr. Long felt a little dizzy due to the burning of his cheeks. While suppressing the pain gradually rising in his body, he thought vaguely with red ears——

Is this what it feels like to kiss your wife?

It's really different.