Feeling the subconscious movement of the tip of the tongue and the pulp of the finger, Mr. Long's entire dragon stiffened.
Before he had a series of symptoms such as blushing, heartbeat and spontaneous combustion, he was about to fall into the ice cave with his whole heart—
Is it...
Is she awake
At this moment, Mr. Long no longer knew how he should react.
If she found out that she not only woke up, but secretly did this kind of thing to her in the middle of the night, would she feel disgusted? Even think he is a pervert, a dragon who hates disgusting.
Mr. Long's mind went blank, but he didn't dare to move instinctively.
In the dark night, he maintained the ridiculous movement of holding her hand and holding her fingertips, his muscles were tense, and his heartbeat was about to stop. The saliva that was too late to swallow also traced ambiguous traces along the lips, meandering.
Mu Wanwan just didn't think it was right. She touched the wet, soft and warm things, moved her fingers, and encountered some hard things. The mixed feeling was very subtle.
But soon, the cold air from outside the quilt climbed up her arms and the backs of her hands.
Um…
a little cold.
Mu Wanwan wanted to retract his hand, but Mr. Long didn't dare to move at all, only felt her fingertips along the tip of his tongue, slashed the sharp canine teeth all the way, and pulled them out.
"Boom" sounded.
The voice was a bit loud, and Mr. Long felt that he was about to suffocate. He couldn't care that the contents of the Qiankun bag had not been taken out, and he didn't care if there would be any flaws. He almost immediately fell to the side. Uneasy pretending plant dragon →_→
If the lady was woken up by him and found that he was doing something bad to her, then he would really have nowhere to go.
Mu Wanwan also felt that something was not right. After she took her hand back, she felt sticky on her fingers and something seemed to be moving on the bed. Besides, she was not particularly tired today, and she slept less deeply, so she slowed down. Open your eyes slowly.
The room was quiet, as if nothing had happened, and it was quiet outside.
Mao Jiu and Jizai didn't wake up, and Mr. Long's breathing was even... eh
Mr. Long's breathing seems to be very fast
Mu Wanwan half-lifted the quilt in a daze, raised her still cold hand, put her two fingers together, it was very slippery, she couldn't see what it was in the dark night.
Her first reaction was that she was drooling while sleeping, but when she touched the pillow, it was very dry.
It wasn't her drooling, could it be Mr. Long's blood
Mu Wanwan woke up suddenly.
She still remembered Mr. Long's previous tragic situation, whether it was vomiting blood or purulent tail, it was not good.
Mu Wanwan stumbled to get up to light the lamp, not knowing that when he got up, Mr. Long, who was lying beside him, was quietly looking at her with his spiritual sense.
God knows the shudder and fear that rose in his blood when his consciousness saw the lady pointing her fingers suspiciously.
And bad ideas—
If she, if she licks it up...
No, the dragon is about to be defeated by imagination.
Mu Wan turned on the lamp, and the warm light filled the room.
Mu Wanwan found a handkerchief and wiped his hands clean, and at the same time heaved a sigh of relief. Fortunately, it wasn't blood or pus, so it shouldn't be a big deal.
Mengmeng was very obscene about the changes in the light, opened her big black bean-like eyes, and looked at Mu Wanwan suspiciously, "Chirp~?"
Mu Wanwan was still a little cold when she got up. She was wearing only a thin underwear, which was a little messy. The collar was down, and she could faintly see her beautiful collarbone. She had long hair and raised her hand to touch Mengmeng. 's head, revealing a half-white wrist.
Mr. Long's consciousness sticking to her body seemed to be scalded, and shrank back suddenly—
He honestly closed his eyes, not daring to do anything this time.
Mrs. Tiantian fed the dragon very well, and a new spiritual stone was placed on the bedside. The curse in her body was still serious but it was no longer so painful.
It was not as painful as before, the pain was so severe that the meridians were broken and moved like gouging out bones.
It's just, like being stabbed a little bit by countless fine needles.
is what he can bear.
He closed his eyes, his head was filled with the appearance of her he had just seen, his blood gradually warmed, and even some strange sensations were greater than the pain buried in his body, bit by bit, like a wave, pushing him He shook his ears in shock.
Just as exciting as when I took a shower that day.
Mr. Long didn't know that he was blushing and was about to lose sight of people. He naively thought that as long as he closed his eyes and didn't move, there would be nothing abnormal.
This poor dragon doesn't even know that he has a problem of blushing easily~
Mu Wanwan walked to the bed, first lifted the red quilt, glanced inside, and determined that Mr. Long's tail was still in good condition, but the scales near the waist seemed to have changed a little, and it was slightly higher than usual. Should be fine.
So, something on the finger...
Mu Wanwan came up with a not-so-good guess, and looked up at Mr. Long's cheek—
flushed, with a hint of sparkle on the lips...
Mu Wanwan: "..."
She, her face flushed red.
So, did she just feel that something was wrong because she poked her hand into Mr. Long's mouth
In view of the terrible act of kissing Mr. Long and drinking dragon's blood last time, Mu Wanwan felt that she was probably letting herself go again.
She felt that her face was burning and she was a little embarrassed to look at Mr. Long's face.
One person and one dragon all thought they had done something bad, but one was still in a coma, but the room was filled with a very embarrassing aura...
Mr. Long didn't dare to dig out his spiritual sense. After closing his eyes for a while, he felt that the strange feeling in his mouth was much relieved, and the unnatural heat in his body gradually calmed down.
He was very cowardly. Mu Wanwan didn't sleep, so he didn't dare to wake up. After a stalemate for a while, Mr. Long was defeated, and he really fell asleep and recovered his consciousness.
Mu Wanwan also regained his senses, and his uneasy heart thumped for a long time before he fell asleep again.
Mengmeng, Mengmeng is so sleepy, just woke up and fell asleep again... After all, it's just a cub Chirp!
But early the next morning, Mu Wanwan was stepped on by Mengmeng and woke up.
She half-opened her eyes and watched Mao Jue hold the rope of yesterday's cloth bag that looked like a Qiankun bag in his mouth, and rubbed her face with her small head desperately.
Mu Wanwan: "..."
She touched Mengmeng's head and wanted to get up and take a shower.
But Mengmeng has been struggling to express something, and Mu Wanwan is a little helpless: "Mengmeng. Do you want to give this thing to me?"
Mengmeng didn't know if she understood, but she nodded her head humanely and made a high chirp.
Mu Wanwan was silent for a moment, and decided to satisfy his own Mao Jiu, and took the cloth bag he was holding. Originally, he just wanted to appease Mengmeng and give it back to him, but this time, the feeling of starting the cloth bag was completely the same as yesterday. different.
She looked at Mengmeng's expectant eyes like black beans, and tentatively input a trace of spiritual power into it. This time, it went smoothly.
This is actually a Qiankun bag!
It's still a bigger and more advanced Qiankun bag than the one that Uncle Zong gave her, and there are even some things in it.
Mu Wanwan took out everything in the Qiankun bag—
There are actually three small Qiankun bags nested inside =_=
In addition to the first time, there are some spiritual stone pills and messy things, the most dazzling of which is a sapphire bracelet.
She picked up the bracelet, lifted it up and looked out—
The shimmering light from the outside followed the bangle with few impurities, reflecting light spots on her cheeks.
very nice.
"chirp..."
Mengmeng was also a little stunned, looking at Mu Wanwan, she couldn't help smiling while hooking her lips, and then she put the bracelet on her hand and tried it on.
The size is very suitable, and her skin is fairer and more beautiful.
"How come there are so many things?" After the joy, Mu Wanwan also calmed down. She looked at Mengmeng's dumb hair and felt that something was wrong.
It didn't take long for her to save Mengmeng back, and Mao Jiu has always been very weak. To say that the last Fuliu incident was controlled by him at first, and then it was an accident, Mu Wanwan can still understand.
But this time, with so many Qiankun bags, even if Mengmeng is lucky, it is impossible to pick up three at once and give them to her.
And yesterday, she tried the Qiankun bag, but she still couldn't recognize the master. Why can it be opened smoothly today? Mengmeng didn't do anything last night, is it because of Mr. Long's saliva? Is dragon's saliva so useful
Or is it someone else who has been secretly helping them
Mu Wanwan frowned and felt that these guesses were not very reliable.
So she tentatively asked Mao Tweet, "Mengmeng, where did you get these things?"
In order to express clearly, she also used body movements.
After Mu Wanwan finished speaking, she felt that she must be crazy, she actually wanted to get the answer from Mengmeng, she should get up and wash her face to calm down.
But in Mengmeng's eyes, the 'good friend' who has always been kind to herself, gave herself delicious fruits, and washed herself with fragrance, finally realized the dangers lurking around her, and was looking towards the cute (?) Mengmeng is asking for help!
This is really too easy to mess with, and it's too touching.
Humph, the big bad dragon is always bullying Mao Jiu with coercion when Mengmeng's backer is not around, and pinching the feathers that just grew out of his wings, he must be jealous of his furry appearance, and he even scare Jiu and threatens him and sells him against him. Speaking of which, there is no burden in my heart at all ^▽^!
So Mao Tweet happily rubbed Mu Wanwan's palm, "tweet" twice.
"Sure enough, it still doesn't work." Mu Wanwan was not disappointed either, rubbing Mao Jiu's head to express his encouragement and indifference.
Who knows, in the next second, Mengmeng will start to perform in front of her—
Little Wing waved, tapped the bracelet on her wrist, chirp twice, and then chirp twice at a certain plant dragon that had been unconscious in her eyes, stepping on his face.
Mu Wanwan: "...?"
"Chirp~ Chirp!"
Mengmeng jumped several times on the Qiankun bag and Mr. Long's face in front of her again, and Mu Wanwan finally understood.
Mu Wanwan: "...???"
Mu Wanwan: "!!!"
She felt that she really needed to wash her face to calm down, otherwise, how could she feel that Mengmeng was saying—
Mr. Long woke up, and these things were all given by Mr. Long!
The author has something to say: Mr. Long (pretend to sleep peacefully.jpg): "I'm still in a coma. Madam won't know. After night, I can do it like this..."