Mr. Long's consciousness has been hovering around Mu Wanwan, seeing her cheeks getting paler and paler, her heart getting more and more anxious, and even wanting to pull people into her arms at all costs.
However, he was afraid of her reaction after waking up.
If he had never been in contact with light, and had never been taken care of like this, perhaps he could not care about her feelings. But he had already tasted the comfort, and he was afraid to expose the fact that he was awake.
Because he was worried that she would be afraid of him and would 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 prototype ugly dragon, and now he is disabled again, and he has a bad reputation outside...
He felt that she would not accept him.
It's just that he couldn't deceive himself.
Mr. Long held her hand, clasped hers, his heart bulged and Jun's face was hot.
The slightly fiery body temperature was transmitted to her little by little from the palm that was clasped with Mu Wanwan along the wide palm.
He was still hesitating, but his body temperature was like a warm candle in the dark night, making Mu Wanwan, who was feeling uncomfortable, instinctively want to get closer.
so warm...
The surroundings are cold, only his palms are hot.
Maybe everyone has an instinct to get closer to the warmth. Although Mu Wanwan was conscious of ups and downs, after feeling a little more comfortable, he tried his best to hold Mr. Long's hand tightly, and even the other hand climbed up. He came up and hugged his arm.
So warm, so warm.
Mu Wanwan opened his eyes slightly dizzy, but it was pitch black and he couldn't see anything.
She even thought that when she was a child, she was locked in a dark orphanage alone.
It was winter, and all the three children who lived together were adopted. Only she, who was considered to be unhealthy because of continuous fever, was not adopted.
The dean was usually very peaceful, but that day, he seemed to be suddenly bored with her, cut off the electricity, 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 tried her best to curl up in the corner, but she still couldn't feel any warmth.
But this time is different.
Something, it's warm.
"Cold... I'm so cold... "
Mu Wanwan was willing to let go of Mr. Long's arm, and even gripped it even tighter, like a drowning man clutching a driftwood.
Mr. Long only felt that her soft body was attached to her, with a clammy and cold breath, but it would not disgust him at all.
It was the first time he saw such a vulnerable her, and even his voice lost his usual confidence and tenacity in life, only full of helplessness.
This time, even though he shuddered and his blood flowed backwards about the skin-to-skin contact between the two, he still maintained his sense.
Can he, can he really pull her into his arms
His hesitation and entanglement were all in the next moment. When he heard her weak "Mr. Long", his reason was disconnected, like a crumbling rock that collapsed in an instant.
What a saint, what anxieties, what consideration for her!
At this moment, everything was left behind by him selfishly.
he wants her,
Only her.
Only her.
Mr. Long felt that he must be crazy, and when he regained his senses, Mu Wanwan had been pulled into his arms almost roughly by him.
Across two quilts, a distance of half a meter.
From where he had to try his best to reach her fingertips, he came to him.
His heart beat like a drum, Mr. Long's cheeks were hot, and he was clumsily and carefully arranging the quilt until the two were completely covered.
Mu Wanwan actually hurt a little from being pulled by him, but that little pain was very insignificant compared to the discomfort of her body. She only felt that she had escaped the cold 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 what she was holding, and she began to struggle with her hands, until she touched his hot and warm chest, and she stopped moving with satisfaction. The person leaned on it, even put her face on it, and rubbed it embarrassingly. She had no idea how big a hole she had dug for her sober self in the future.
Mu Wanwan's consciousness is a bit blurry now that she is burning, and she vaguely feels that the wish she made when she was a child has come true.
She wanted a large, nice and warm throw pillow, the most expensive one available in the store.
Comfortable and secure, when you are afraid of being alone, when you are afraid of the dark, when you can't eat ice cream as happily as other children because you don't have money, just like now, beat that pillow to vent, and then push it against that Comfortable and warm large pillow, you will not be afraid of anything after a good night's sleep ^_^
that is…
Mu Wanwan vaguely thought—
Why is this pillow so comfortable on the top, and a bit cold and hard on the bottom? It's not very comfortable for her to pierce it.
It seems that this wish has not been fulfilled perfectly.
Mu Wanwan shrank his legs aggrievedly, facing the warm heat source, feeling extremely relieved.
It's just that when she wakes up, she has to replace this pillow! Change to something more comfortable!
And Mr. Long could only blushed and stiffly let her touch her indiscriminately, let her struggle and kick her own tail for several times, her little strength was not enough to tickle him, not only it didn't hurt, but it was like It's like a cat's claws on him and act like a spoiled child.
He could clearly feel the body temperature transmitted through her thin clothes. It was obviously cold, but it made him almost burn.
Moreover, in her current position, her cheeks were just against his chest, and her warm breath sprayed on him, with a shiver of damp heat.
Mr. Long felt that he was accepting Long Sheng's greatest test. He resisted the novel feeling he had never felt before, and his consciousness fell on her cheek—
She should still be in pain, her face is still pale, her brows are wrinkled, her lips are also very white, and her feet are icy.
Mr. Long's eyelashes trembled, he raised his right hand slightly, went around her neck lying on her side, gently lifted her sweaty forehead hair, and gently brushed her fingertips on her forehead to make her feel more comfortable.
Then, as if she was bewitched, she endured and endured, but she still gently placed her arm on her waist with trembling fingertips.
Soft, with a touch of warmth.
Well, very soft very soft.
Mr. Long's cheeks were not only red, but his body temperature was also much higher, which comfortably made Mu Wanwan lean closer.
Mr. Long couldn't take it anymore and hurriedly took his arm away. The whole dragon was hot, and he felt like he was going to die from the heat. It was abnormal, and she was even a little worried that her heartbeat would wake her up.
He stretched out his hand to cover his flushed cheeks, and took a few deep breaths.
no.
no.
What was he thinking about
Why is he so shameless
Now that the lady is sick, she is so uncomfortable, but he feels that he is too happy.
The author has something to say: Little Angels (loudly accusing): "How can you be so shameless, Mr. Long!!"