It was very late, and the power of late autumn was gradually manifested. Standing on the ground, Mu Wanwan could feel the cool air climbing up the floor. She glanced at Mr. Long lying quietly on the bed, and then at the thick mattress and jade bed under him, her heart tangled.
It sounds strange. I don't know what material the bed in Mr. Long's room is made of. It looks like a jade bed, but it's not as cold as a jade bed. …
The more Mu Wanwan thought about it, the more shaken it became, and when he came back to his senses, he had already walked to the bedside.
There was only a lamp on the table next to the bed in the room, and there was a soft light through the hood. Looking at Meilong under the lamp, Mu Wanwan's gaze unconsciously moved to Mr. Long's face.
There was originally broken hair on his forehead, but she turned it to the side to wash his face before, and the two long sideburns hung on one side, and there were strange lines all over his face, but even so, he could still faintly See how handsome he is.
He is a very good looking dragon.
Mu Wanwan thought, it was really nice.
And she can't move now, and a gentleman can't take advantage of others' dangers. She still shouldn't sleep in the same bed with Mr. Long.
Mu Wanwan sighed, helped Mr. Long to cover the quilt, found a few slightly thicker clothes to put it on, and crawled onto the bed sullenly.
Fortunately, this jade bed is not very cold, sleeping here is much better than lying on the table...
Anyway, if the weather is good tomorrow, the quilts and quilts will be dry, and it will be a night, no problem.
Mu Wanwan turned sideways, not daring to look at Mr. Long lying beside her, and slowly closed his eyes.
But God didn't know if he was joking with her. When Mu Wanwan woke up from a sore back the next day, he heard the sound of rain coming from outside the house.
It's raining.
Mu Wanwan rubbed her head in pain, but fortunately she took in the quilt and mattress last night, otherwise she would have to wait for several days.
She got up to wash, and after searching for a long time, she finally found an oil-paper umbrella with a corner missing in a side hall, and shuttled between the main hall and the side hall with the umbrella to make brunch.
She woke up a little late today, so she just made a brunch. It's a pity that I couldn't eat meat yesterday. It's better to cook pig bone soup at noon. After Mu Wanwan thought about the dishes, he started.
The vegetables bought from the market are all very good. Feng and Lan'er, the elven brother and sister, are very good at serving vegetables. Even though they have been left overnight, the leaves of the vegetables are not very wilted.
In the modern era, she lived alone, and she also developed the ability to cook with one hand. She could not be called a master chef, but some home-cooked dishes were ok, and the speed of cooking was not slow.
On a rainy day, the palace looks a little more mysterious than usual. Mu Wanwan walked from the side hall to the main hall with an umbrella, crossed the corridor, walked through the courtyard, and when he was approaching the door of the room, his foot slipped, almost Unable to stand still, the umbrella fell directly to the ground.
Mu Wanwan protected the food box with one hand, and rubbed the wall with the other force. The wall was not very smooth, and she was unlucky enough to wipe the corners. Almost instantly, the skin of her palm was torn and she saw blood.
She couldn't help crying out in pain, a few drops of rain dripped down her scalp, covering her vision, Mu Wanwan stretched out her hand and wiped it embarrassingly, before she could pick up the umbrella on the ground, she felt A person appeared in front of his blurred vision—
He has long black satin-like hair, which is casually draped. He wears a moon-white silk robe and a pair of broken horns. The rain blurs his silhouette, and Mu Wanwan can only see the ink-like pair. With long and narrow phoenix eyes, he looked straight at her, and with just one glance, it dissipated in the rain like dust.
Is it... Mr. Long
Did she have hallucinations
Mu Wanwan felt a little sour in his heart, rubbed his eyes, and looked at the door of the room several times in a foolish way. There was nothing there, and there was no shadow of a dragon.
She really is, really, these days are so dreamy that she has hallucinations, Mu Wanwan picked up the umbrella on the ground with a self-deprecating self-deprecation, couldn't explain the faint loss in her heart, and entered the room a little embarrassed—
That dragon is still lying on the bed honestly!
Mu Wanwan couldn't tell what he felt in his heart, he just sighed and walked silently to the side with the handkerchief to wipe his hair.
She wiped her hair silently, not noticing Mr. Long's silently trembling pale knuckles, nor his painful swallowing of blood.
He woke up early and listened quietly to her voice. He couldn't help but let out a wisp of spiritual consciousness to stick to the corner of her clothes, followed her to do laundry and cook, search for an umbrella and fold her clothes, only wiping them on her hands. The moment he hit the wall, he still couldn't hold back, and appeared out of shape.
He only lasted for a short moment, and without even looking at her carefully, he was suppressed and dissipated.
He really is the most useless dragon.
Mr. Long thought, he couldn't even see her with his own eyes, and he couldn't even help her when she fell.
For the first time, Mr. Long hated himself who had been fighting seven for ridiculous reasons. If he hadn't been injured, wouldn't he be unable to even look at her like he is now
-Mu Wanwan just thought it was just her own hallucination, she never thought it would be Mr. Long, she changed her coat after wiping her hair, and after thinking about it, she still took Mr. Long's ointment, and said softly, "Long Sir, I use a little of your ointment, because it is in my hand, it is not convenient to do things."
She dug out a small piece of ointment and rubbed it on her sore hand. The wound there soon healed. She closed the lid, breathed a sigh of relief, and opened the food container, looking at the well-protected and fragrant bones. Soup, I feel better.
"Mr. Long, I bought the bones." Mu Wanwan held the bowl and opened it as a daily routine to feed the dragon, "It should taste pretty good."
But this time, for some unknown reason, Mr. Long just pursed his mouth tightly and did not cooperate with her swallowing as before.
Mu Wanwan poked him several times with a spoon, and the bright juice was almost dripping down his chin, but Mr. Long still didn't drink it.
Mu Wanwan felt that something was wrong. She took a small sip from the bowl. She had to say that the pig bones were extremely delicious. She only took a small sip, and she felt that the mouth was full of fragrance, and it was almost faint. The trace of aura, at least proved that her craftsmanship is no problem.
Why is Mr. Long so resistant? Shouldn't Mr. Long be a plant dragon
Mu Wanwan simply put the bowl aside and said, "Offended."
He reached out and squeezed Mr. Long's chin, and half forced Mr. Long to open his mouth.
When he opened his mouth, Mu Wanwan was frightened. A lot of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth and dripped onto the pillow. The blood seemed to be unstoppable, and warmly touched her hands.
She was a little dazed all of a sudden, her whole body was trembling, she hurriedly let go of the hand holding Mr. Long's chin, and didn't have the heart to drink any spirit pig bone soup, so she hurried to the box and picked up the It was not good, but it was their best old ginseng. With trembling hands, he cut a large piece and stuffed it into Mr. Long's mouth roughly.
"Mr. Long, Mr. Long..." Mu Wanwan called his name in a low voice, and said in a panic as if chanting a spell, "Hurry up and stop the blood, hurry up and stop the blood."
She was really in a hurry. She rotted her tail yesterday and started vomiting blood again today. Mu Wanwan felt that her little heart was not enough for this dragon to play. It was written in the book that he would wake up. The tragic situation was not described much. She only thought that she should be able to take care of him, but did not expect him to be so serious and miserable.
Sadly, she was no longer able to give up on him.
I don't know if her prayers had any effect, Mr. Long's blood finally stopped, Mu Wanwan waited for a while, seeing that his face was getting better, and he was indeed not vomiting blood, so he put it down. Heart.
Her hands were sticky and covered in his blood, and the pillow was soiled by him. Her only pillow was going to be dedicated to him tonight.
Raising a dragon is really troublesome qwq, and it's also heart-wrenching and uneasy.
Mu Wanwan sighed, changed the pillow for him, washed his hands, gently wiped the blood from his cheeks, cut another smaller piece of ginseng and replaced the one in his mouth, only then did he work. Sit down and eat your own lunch.
The soup was already cold, because she was worried about Mr. Long, and she didn't eat well. She just felt that the soup had no idea if it was stained with Mr. Long's blood. It tasted completely different from the one when she just drank it.
Still so expensive.
I won't buy it again next time, Mu Wanwan frowned, and couldn't help worrying in his heart—
Mr. Long's injury is more serious than she thought. If she doesn't work hard, she won't make some money in the past few days. When she goes to the market next time, I am afraid that not only will Mr. Long want to cut off the spirit stone, but she will also have no money to eat. .
The author has something to say: Mu Wanwan: "I am overwhelmed by the burden of raising a family."