Before Mr. Long waited for a long time, he felt that she was still slowly moving over with a cold body, and her heart was beating non-stop.
Since she was wearing a lot more clothes than ordinary people, Mr. Long could clearly feel that she lifted a corner of the quilt, and bit by bit, she got in, first her arms, then her legs...
Because I didn't plan to sleep with Mr. Long before, Mr. Long slept in the middle of the quilt. Mu Wanwan gently tugged at the corners of the quilt, and he could only reluctantly put his own half on the quilt without touching Mr. Long. body covered.
So the half of the body that is close to Mr. Long can clearly feel the warm air from his side, but the half of the body that is not covered with the quilt is very cold, forming a sharp contrast with the other side.
Mu Wanwan was 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's very tired. Thinking that Mr. Long is not conscious anyway, it shouldn't matter if her arm touches a little bit, she just needs to be careful not to touch it. The wound on Mr. Long's tail is fine.
Mu Wanwan fought for a while in his mind, but decided to bow his head to the cooling forces _(:з"∠)_
She thought for a while, and first moved herself out of the quilt—
She was also wearing very heavy clothes, and it would be very uncomfortable to cover her with a quilt. Just take off a few coats first.
It's just that her sudden departure made Mr. Long feel a little uncomfortable. In fact, he was already ready when she got in a little bit. Who would have thought that the person left suddenly.
Mr. Long felt a hint of sourness in his heart, and even a little aggrieved.
So what if she wasn't ready
There was a rustling sound in his ears. Before Mr. Long could react from the loss that Mu Wanwan had just left, he felt that the quilt moved again. This time, Mu Wanwan's movements were much bigger than the previous one. The whole body got in.
Because Mr. Long occupied most of the quilt before, Mu Wanwan inevitably touched Mr. Long's arm when moving, but she quickly adjusted her posture, carefully kept some distance from Mr. Long, and put herself He curled up, shrugging his legs carefully.
Although there is no pillow, it is much better than sleeping outside. Mu Wanwan thought about it and said softly, "Mr. Long, it's raining, I don't have a quilt, it's so cold, I'll make do with you for a few nights, you shouldn't have any. Opinion."
She couldn't help laughing twice, thinking of something, and whispering, "You're not aware, even if I took advantage of you, you wouldn't know... I'm so sleepy..."
The first time she was so close to him, her voice seemed to be much clearer than usual. It was obviously just a voice, but it seemed to have turned into a sound wave. The attack hit Mr. Long's heart.
He felt that his face was a little hot, and there seemed to be something more in the meridians besides the pain of shattering.
Mr. Long was a little unclear. He could only feel Mu Wanwan's contented sigh and his gradually calming breathing. The top of his heart trembled a little, but he gradually calmed down.
It turned out that she only wanted to sleep with him because it was cold, nothing else.
Mr. Long is a little lost and a little uncomfortable in his heart—
He is so ugly now, his tail is not yet healed, and he vomited blood in the afternoon. It is normal for his wife to dislike him and not want to do anything with him. And the lady doesn't know that he is awake, so I'm afraid he can't do anything else.
Mr. Long gradually calmed down and silently felt the breathing of the people around him. He only felt that the temperature coming from her was astonishingly hot, and he felt a little dizzy.
and-
She was so close to him that as long as he stretched out his hand, he could touch her.
Mr. Long's heart moved, and he clumsily directed his ring finger and little finger, which he could only move not long ago, to move forward little by little, and then move forward again.
Because most of the meridians were not properly connected, Mr. Long only advanced a few centimeters, and he couldn't move anymore because of the pain.
His forehead hurts from cold sweat, but the only fingertips that can move can't help but want to touch her, as long as it touches a little, just touch a little.
Mr. Long's fingertips slid little by little along the sheets, but the distance of ten centimeters between him and Mu Wanwan was so far away, just when he was about to give up, the sleeping Mu Wanwan moved. He moved, causing him to stop his tiny movement all of a sudden.
But soon, Mr. Long discovered that because she moved just now, the tip of her left finger was just a little bit in front of the tip of his right.
His heart beat faster than expected. In the dark night, Mr. Long was all red from his ears to his cheeks. This time, he only tried to move forward a little and touched her little fingertip.
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 about to get used to it, and Mr. Long feels that he is really bad.
But he didn't move his hand away, just pressed the little fingertips of Mu Wanwan and the two of them together, his heart swelled, and the corners of his lips curved slightly.
…
However, when Mu Wanwan woke up the next morning and found that he was holding Mr. Long's hand, he was still very embarrassed.
Her sleeping position is still very good, because she is worried that she will touch Mr. Long's tail, so she has been curled up all the time, it is that hand, I don't know what happened, but it crossed the line.
Mu Wanwan didn't know that a certain dragon, who was awake last night, was in a coma, and he was a little overwhelmed, so he quickly released Mr. Long's hand and got up quickly.
It was still raining outside, but the sky was already bright. Mu Wanwan got up and boiled water to handle the housework. She checked the burning grass seedling she cultivated yesterday. The small burning grass she cultivated for the first time seemed to have only grown a little overnight, but it was The other dozen or so seedlings have grown significantly.
Mu Wanwan spent one-tenth of his spiritual energy to simply dispose of the twenty burning grasses. After checking it, he found that the two low-grade spiritual stones beside Mr. Long's pillow had not moved, and he was relieved.
She poured a pot of hot water, and cut a small piece of ginseng, ready to help Mr. Long brush his teeth and wash his face, rub some medicine on his tail, and then replace the piece of ginseng in his mouth.
"Mr. Long, it's time to change the medicine." Because he didn't like the feeling of being alone all the time, Mu Wanwan chose to take Mr. Long as his chat partner.
His tail was much better than yesterday, and his self-healing ability was very strong. Mu Wanwan helped him apply some ointment, washed his hands, and slowly approached Mr. Long's mouth.
Mu Wanwan watched his fingers get closer and closer to his beautifully shaped blue and purple lips, and a trace of guilt suddenly rose in his heart. What the hell is this illusion of bullying the baby dragon.
But no matter what, the ginseng slices still have to be replaced.
And she changed it yesterday, how can she be twisted now.
Mu Wanwan took a deep breath, squeezed Mr. Long's chin lightly with one hand, and slowly probed in with his fingers.
His teeth are a little pointy and his tongue is soft...
Mu Wanwan's face was a little red, and he quickly took out the piece of ginseng whose spiritual energy was almost completely absorbed. He picked up the mouth-cleaning thing he had prepared to help Mr. Long quickly clean his teeth, and stuffed him with a new piece of ginseng. Ginseng slices.
When she finished all this, the warm feeling that her fingertips belonged to Mr. Long's tongue still did not fade away. Mu Wanwan was a little dizzy. She wanted to stay away from this plant dragon, so she changed her clothes and went to the yard with an umbrella. Dig up.
In the morning, in addition to handling chores, she cultivated five burning grass seeds, and dug enough soil. After lunch, she began to concentrate on cultivating the seeds of green star grass.
The seeds of Green Star Grass are slightly larger and harder than those of Burning Grass.
Because he was worried that the seedlings of the two Bixing grass would repel each other when planted together, Mu Wanwan specially divided several small pots, each of which was filled with soil and a little spiritual soil given by Uncle Zong.
She picked up a green star grass seed, and based on the experience of cultivating burning grass in the past two days, she began to slowly guide the spiritual energy from the dantian into the seed.
With the experience of yesterday's failure to cultivate, she did not hold back this time, and kept pumping spiritual power into it, but I don't know if it was because of her wrong method. The seed burst open suddenly.
The small pieces that exploded smashed her face, as if mocking her self-righteousness.
Mu Wanwan: "..."
She put away the corpse of this seed with a little heartache, and she lost five copper coins in one failure!
She took another one, and this time she was much more careful than before. She didn't deliver a lot of aura in one go like she did just now. She only delivered about one-fifth of the aura before she stopped.
Only that seed remained the same. It was not at all the same as when she was cultivating Burning Grass. Mu Wanwan sighed and buried the second seed of Bixing Grass in the soil containing spiritual soil. Buried in, she has not yet delivered spiritual power, the seed quickly broke the shell, and the two small green buds trembled against the soil.
Mu Wanwan was very pleasantly surprised. She looked at the tender little bud and felt warm in her heart. She couldn't help but reach out and touch the little bud. Where is this little bud of Bixingcao, but a quarter piece? The inferior spirit stone!
She felt like she had found the correct way to cultivate the blue star grass, so when the third seed was planted, she directly planted the seeds in the spiritual soil, and then guided the wood-type spiritual power in her body, and slowly sorted out and cultivated it.
This time it went very smoothly. It only took one-sixth of the spiritual power to see the trembling green star grass seeds.
Mu Wanwan's eyes were bright. Although there was not much spiritual energy left in his body, he still tried his best to find a little bit and cultivated another seed. This time it was still successful.
Mu Wanwan felt that the seeds that Uncle Zong had picked for him were all very good seeds, so the success rate of her cultivation was terrifying, except that at the beginning of the spiritual power transfer, one more seed of Bixingcao exploded. Success rates are high. Could it be that her spiritual power is particularly popular with plants? However, the original body has also cultivated plants casually before, and the success rate is indeed not so high.
Mu Wanwan looked at the three pots of small buds and the big pot of burning grass that were placed side by side by the window, and smiled sincerely. No matter what the reason was, if he could maintain this cultivation speed and success rate, he would wait until the next time he went out. She can earn about twenty low-grade spirit stones.
Perhaps, if Uncle Zong is good at talking, she can try to return a middle-grade spirit stone, which should be of great help to Mr. Long's body, and maybe make him wake up earlier.
The tender buds on the windowsill swayed slightly, and Mu Wanwan had new expectations for her future life with Mr. Long.