Mu Wanwan closed the door of the yard with the Lingshi in his arms. After thinking about it, he still did not put Lingzhi in the yard and moved it into the room.
She put away the unexpected monthly report, put the coins in it, and put the spiritual stone beside Mr. Long's pillow—
He lay well on the bed, his expression was the same as when she went out.
"Mr. Long, did you do it?" Mu Wanwan couldn't help but asked, and of course she didn't get any response, but when her voice fell, Mao Jiu, who was covered by the veil, let out a clear cry.
"Choo Choo Choo!"
Mu Wanwan quickly put down the spirit stone, walked to Mao Tuan's side, and lifted the veil.
"啾..." The coercion disappeared, and the air was there. Mengmeng was finally not so uncomfortable, and she didn't care about the stinky chicks around her, she lay on the ground as if she was relieved, and tweeted like a sigh. Voice.
Looking at Mu Wanwan's eyes, it seems that he is too tired and paralyzed.
She felt distressed at once, untied Mengmeng, reached out and touched his little head, "Mengmeng, is that you?"
Mengmeng doesn't know anything, Mengmeng is innocent, Mengmeng blinked her black bean eyes, and rubbed Mu Wanwan's palm enthusiastically.
Its performance is like saying - "It was made by Mengmeng!"
Mu Wanwan's eyes softened a bit, and Mu Wanwan said softly, "Mengmeng is really good!"
A certain dragon, who was watching everything in secret, said: "..."
It's this tweet again! !
Mr. Long was so aggrieved. He really wanted to open his eyes and say that he did it, but he was afraid that his wife would be scared when he woke up suddenly.
The most important thing is that the lady hasn't bathed him yet.
Forget it, he endures!
Mr. Long pursed his lips, no matter whether a heart had turned into a lemon or not, his body remained still, and he listened to her sourly.
Cowardly and helpless, sadly, when she saw her saying, "Thank you Mao Tweet, she is very happy", the grievances gradually dissipated.
He pricked up his ears, listening to her saying that he was worried that Fuliu would retaliate, but he was not worried—
How could he just let that maid slap himself a few times and expose her offense and contempt for his wife? It is even more unlikely that she will have the opportunity to do things. Soon after she returns, she will probably be thrown out because of her murder.
Shortly after being thrown out, you may find that the spiritual energy in your dantian is less than a point, and there is no way to cultivate.
Mr. Long thought darkly, he is not the kind of merciful dragon, and Mao Jiu took the credit for this time. What if Madam knew that he did it and thought he was a ruthless dragon
Thinking like this, the last trace of depression in my heart was replaced by joy.
Oh, this Mao Tweet seems to be very happy. After a few days, the Madam will spoil Mao Tweet.
If Mengmeng knew that she was taking the blame again, she would definitely cry. She took so many blames on the bad dragon when she didn't understand anything. It's really miserable, after all, it's only a few months old. The big cub tweeted too!
Mu Wanwan was a little worried, but it was already like this, so she could only accept it. Without delaying her time, she comforted Mao Jiu and went to the kitchen to get hot water.
Back and forth several times, the sound of adding hot water was clattering, like the sound of a suona welcoming a relative.
Mu Wanwan made preparations, put a few warm stones in the barrel, moved a small bench beside the barrel, and prepared to pick up the plant dragon and throw it into the barrel.
Sensing that she was getting closer and closer, Mr. Long's nervous ears kept shaking.
Mu Wanwan was also a little embarrassed, but looking at Mr. Long's dirty clothes, embarrassment turned into a desire to clean. She reached out her hand and untied it with disgust. Belt, stretched out his hand to support his shoulder, took off the obscene clothes that Long had put on before, and threw it on the ground.
His skin was in contact with the slightly cold air, and Mr. Long's eyelashes were trembling. He was obviously just taking off his clothes normally, but he felt that his wife was touching him.
"Mr. Long, it's so dirty." Before Mu Wanwan had time to admire a certain dragon's tightly arranged abdominal muscles and veritable mermaid lines, he saw that the stench of chicken cubs actually touched him a little bit.
Alas!
The mood to appreciate beauty was gone, Mu Wanwan frowned slightly, hurriedly picked up the handkerchief she put aside and wrapped her palms, then like a strong man, she held Mr. Long's tail in one hand and placed his hand on him. Under the neck, the Dragon Princess was hugged with difficulty.
Mr. Long pretended to be sleeping innocently, like a large Barbie doll, letting his wife play with it.
"It's so heavy." It was the first time that Mu Wanwan had completely picked up a dragon. It felt like the dragon in his arms was so heavy that the pressure of life was about to crush her and didn't run away.
When Mu Wanwan finally put the dragon into the bucket with difficulty, her clothes were half wet.
The well-behaved Mr. Long sat blushing and crossed his tail in the wooden barrel. He could completely fit the wooden barrel of Mu Wanwan, but only half of the dragon.
Although Mr. Long's tail is no longer pointed, the coiled volume is actually so impressive that half of his chest is leaking out, and his long black hair is draped and immersed in the water.
The mist was steaming, and the whole dragon was powdered.
Mu Wanwan felt that his waist was about to be unbearable, so he gasped for breath. Taking a bath for Mr. Long is too much for his waist, okay
She sighed and rolled up her sleeves, revealing two white arms.
Her skin is really good =w=
Mu Wanwan couldn't help touching her slippery arm. Ever since she secretly kissed Mr. Long last time and drank the advanced dragon blood, she felt that her skin was getting better and better.
The fair arm pressed Mr. Long's shoulder and helped a certain dragon adjust his posture. Mu Wanwan was ready to take a water ladle to bathe the dragon.
This time, I even washed my hair together. Mu Wanwan touched Mr. Long's long hair, scooped up a ladle of water, followed his long hair, and slid all the way down his collarbone to hide in the water. A strand of hair was pulled away, and it was facing his shoulders that were reddened at some point.
Her face turned red instantly.
In fact, it's not the first time for her to do this kind of cleaning, and a certain dragon doesn't have it now (wow-), so she probably felt embarrassed from the beginning, to the broken pot later, isn't it just bathing the dragon? It's still a plant dragon, she didn't want to do anything to him, she doesn't have to bear any psychological burden at all! !
Mu Wanwan tried hard to convince herself that she only took a bath and didn't look at it. She took the common plant that she bought earlier for cleaning, squeezed the juice from the plump leaves, rubbed it in the palm of her hand, and prepared to paste it on Mr. Long's. When I put it on the hairy ear, I caught a glimpse of his water-stained eyelashes, rosy lips, and then looked at the bad white juice in his hand...
Mu Wanwan: "..."
See no evil, see no evil.
She's very simple, she doesn't have any other ideas, it's her fault that she didn't think there was anything wrong with this plant's super-cleaning juice qwq
His cheeks were hot, Mu Wanwan quickly dipped in water and rubbed the foam out, and quickly gave Long a bath.
She felt a little uncomfortable and ambiguous, and Mr. Long's side was no longer enough.
I was about to endure it to the limit.
He knew that the lady was very soft, but he didn't expect her to be so soft.
He knew that the lady was very gentle, but he didn't expect her to be so gentle.
Although it was just pure cleanliness without any other thoughts, he couldn't help it.
Warm fingertips with slightly scalding hot water followed his ears, which were obsessed with temperature and humidity, all the way down...
The curse has not completely subsided, and the meridians are also a little dull, but Mr. Long has already felt the blood flow back and his body is boiling.
…
"Um… "
When Mu Wanwan rubbed the dragon's ears, she suddenly heard a low and patient voice, she stiffened, and looked at Mr. Long's face in disbelief—
Although his cheeks were very red, his brows were still wrinkled, his lips were pursed, his face was painful, and he didn't look like he was awake.
Did she hear it wrong
Mu Wanwan rubbed the dragon's ears a few more times, and rubbed it tentatively again and again, but she didn't hear any other sound, and she gradually let go.
That's right, how long has she been here, Mr. Long couldn't have woken up so quickly, right
Mr. Long endured hard, and felt that every second was tormented, and he wanted the time to pass a little slower, and then a little slower.
He stopped making a sound, and Mu Wanwan washed his ears and hair smoothly. After rinsing, Mr. Long became a decent dragon again.
"Would you like to brush the scales?" Mu Wanwan's low voice followed Mr. Long's eardrums, and the crackling electric flowers exploded all the way~
Wash, wash scales
Wouldn't that be...
Will there be some places that shouldn't be touched
Will it be too soon
Mr. Long thought, he was not prepared so quickly.
But if madam, if madam wants to.
He, he can too.
Mr. Long's thoughts are gradually slipping to the brink of danger. Mu Wanwan doesn't know anything about the bad thoughts of a certain bad dragon. She is really thinking about whether to rub a scale from the perspective of hygiene.
After all, it has not been washed for more than a month, and the dragon should like to be clean, right
She was holding the brush, and before she started, a crisp sound of hair chirped in her ears—
"Chirp!!"
Mengmeng, who had been left out in the corner, smelled the fragrance of the plants washed away by the water in the air, and didn't have the heart to 'tweet' to comfort the three chickens who were frightened by Mr. Long's coercion, and lifted them up. Little Wing smelled the stinky hair on her body, ah, the clean-loving little tweet can't take it anymore!
After Mu Wanwan helped it untie the rope, she didn't tie Mengmeng up again, so Mengmeng can move freely.
"啾!" Mengmeng also wants to wash Xiangxiang!
So, a certain dragon, who was still immersed in the gentle touch of his wife, and Mu Wanwan, a tired bathing worker with a brush, were smashed in the face by the fatter and fatter Mao Jiu in the next second.
Mr. Long, who was forced to wake up from his charming thoughts: "..."
The author has something to say: Mr. Long (gritting his teeth): "I will kill this Chirp sooner or later."