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Hold, hold, hold him
Mu Wanwan was directly confused by Mr. Long's words. She wondered if she had hallucinated and heard it wrong, otherwise, how could Mr. Long let herself hold him
He, even if he woke up recently, he shouldn't be so, so far away from himself _(:з"∠)_
Mu Wanwan tried to relax herself, but the feeling in her heart was strange and unfamiliar, she couldn't tell whether it was embarrassment or anxiety, and even a trace of hope buried in her heart that she didn't even notice.
She was waiting, she was waiting for his next move.
She hoped that everything just now was her hallucination—
After all, a plant dragon she had always thought was comatose suddenly woke up. He slapped Fu Liu in the face for her before, and later gave her a Qiankun bag and a bracelet...
Moreover, the Qiankun bag could not recognize the master before. Last night, her fingers were wet, and she didn't know what he did, so she could recognize the master of the Qiankun bag.
Mu Wanwan's head was a mess, his mind was full of messy thoughts, and that sentence of "Mrs." he gently said.
if, if,
This dragon, when he wakes up and pretends not to wake up, does something to her every night that he doesn't know, isn't it very... very bad
She still waits, if this bad dragon is going to say something forcibly (whoo-) to her unknowing self at night, even at the risk of being killed by a grumpy scum dragon from outsiders, she will definitely will resist.
She has always been a person with a bottom line. Even if Mr. Long is her nominal husband, she cannot be forced.
Mu Wanwan was thinking wildly, nervous and scared, but felt that Mr. Long's palm was getting hotter and hotter, and his body temperature, little by little, was about to burn into her heart.
She closed her eyes. In fact, her body also had some tremors that were different from when she slept peacefully in the past, but a certain dragon who finally had the courage to take a step closer was so ashamed that he could barely breathe.
Those dragons who are the most powerful in the mainland and are all over the world disappeared without a trace, and the entire seventh-order consciousness that the single old dragon spent more than a hundred years of hard training to cultivate was also knotted in the air and twisted together.
Just thinking about what's to come, Mr. Long can't stand it anymore. The person under him is slightly different, and this dragon who is addicted to a secret love doesn't notice it at all...
He didn't even dare to look at her face, he just slowly, slowly, turned Mu Wanwan over, gently, and put her arms in a good position, like that, Lying on his side facing him, as if holding something.
Then, carefully, slowly, and about to ignite spontaneously, he lay beside her and tucked his arms between hers.
Finally, he touched her head gently again, satisfied, blushing to the point of exploding, and stopped moving.
Mu Wanwan, who was mentally prepared to fight back at the risk of losing her life for a while, said, "..."
Oh no, what Mr. Long said "holding him" = "holding his arm" ≠ "he wants to force (?) her"
The moment Mu Wanwan wanted to understand, she was in a complicated mood. She felt that she had a certain misunderstanding of Mr. Long. The trace that rose in my heart before, the fear that he was going to force her, gradually dissipated.
It's just that she still doesn't understand Mr. Long's behavior when he wakes up but doesn't say anything, plus he wakes up like a perverted tyrant tonight and ends up acting like a pure and naive dragon...
In short, she has only one sentence—
It turned out that he turned out to be such a dragon.
However, such a Mr. Long did not disgust her.
His mind relaxed a lot all of a sudden, Mu Wanwan felt the high heat coming from Mr. Long, and after holding on for most of the night, he finally got a fight with his eyelids and fell asleep completely.
…
Early the next morning, Mr. Long's arm that was stretched into his bed had been retracted. He was lying in his bed in an orderly manner, in exactly the same posture as before. If it weren't for the memory of last night being too clear, Mu Wanwan would have To think that those are their own hallucinations.
Mu Wanwan seemed to be living in a dream, she rubbed her face, the tips of her ears were a little hot—
He called her Mrs, to show that he also knew that she was his nominal wife.
wife…
With a small exhale, Mu Wanwan slowly got up from the bed.
It was obviously cooler today, but she felt that it was much hotter than usual.
She got dressed, couldn't help but look back at the "weak, helpless and pitiful" Mr. Long, and patted her cheek lightly—
Then, after that, will she not be a single little fairy anymore
She, she seems to have a husband.
When washing, when doing housework, the bracelet on his wrist always shows his presence, Mu Wanwan is nurturing the spiritual plant in a depressing manner, and Mao Jiu can see the absent-mindedness on his face.
"啾~" As usual, Mengmeng walked back and forth among the many potted seedlings cultivated by Mu Wanwan like a little guard, and then tugged the leaves of the seedlings twice before focusing her attention on Mu Wanwan. Two voices expressed concern.
Mu Wanwan touched its little scarf, wanting to whisper to Jiu for a while, but thinking of the dragon who might be awake, he just felt that a breath was held in his throat, unable to go up or down.
From yesterday to now, she has received too much information.
Her heart was messed up, after all, a comatose husband who would not hurt her at all was completely different from a husband who had secretly woken up but didn't tell himself, maybe there were still many secrets hidden.
Mu Wanwan couldn't accept it for a while. She knew too little about Mr. Long. Except for his childhood experience and the miserable current situation, she didn't know anything about his past.
Even though she did not see malice or disgust from his performance yesterday, she only felt his care and pity.
It's just that this is in the book. According to the plot of the bloody book she has read, Mr. Long will fall in love with Bai Shuiyao when he wakes up.
Thinking of this, Mu Wanwan's heart became even more chaotic, mixed with a hint of helpless sourness and bitterness.
She knows, she knows.
Since she found out that Mr. Long is awake from Mao Jiu, she has faintly realized that she doesn't have any feelings for Mr. Long. And last night, he didn't force her either. Thinking about it, even if he woke up early, he never hurt her, he even helped her out of anger and gave her something...
There was a faint feeling of not knowing what kind of emotions surged in her heart, a little sweet, a little lemon, and a little worry about the unknown and new life, which made her a little reluctant to move forward.
Slowly sighing, Mu Wanwan slapped two hairy chirps like a vent, and turned Mengmeng upside down, "Jiu Chiu!" Knead away.
It's early winter, but the weather is fine today.
The sun shone in the yard, sprinkled on the embarrassed hairballs, and the chicken cubs not far away were also chirping, and the milky yellow and milky chicken cubs were crowded into a pile.
The Ningxue that was planted yesterday actually bloomed.
The white and sparkling petals stretched out, like the depression in her heart, and along with the slowly blooming flowers, they also stretched out.
Mu Wanwan looked at Mengmeng's embarrassed escaping appearance, and suddenly laughed out loud as if she was stupid, and was relieved all of a sudden—
Forget it, what's the use of thinking so much
The dragon wakes up when he wakes up. Could it be that she can turn the dragon into a plant dragon again? It's just that he woke up a little earlier.
Besides, even if she really likes Mr. Long, she always sees Long with the colored glasses in the book that Mr. Long will like Bai Shuiyao...
Thinking of Mr. Long's cautious appearance last night, Mu Wan twisted the corners of his lips, wondering if Long would cry
Mu Wanwan blushed. She didn't want to expose Mr. Long. She was more willing to believe that Mr. Xiaolong, who was kind when he was a child, is the same when he grew up. He probably didn't mean to say nothing. And if you pierce it, wouldn't it be particularly embarrassing that the four eyes are facing each other. This small yard can't look up and can't see it, and it also sleeps in a bed.
Who knows if this dragon "wakes up" completely and now is completely different, in case he has a bad temper and doesn't say a word for a long time...
She, she thinks life is suffocating...
However, it's one thing not to expose it, and it's another thing to pretend she isn't sleeping.
As a former top powerhouse in the mainland, Mr. Long is still awake even if he is injured now. It should not be worse than when she first saw him. Mr. Long, who has recovered some strength, can definitely find her pretending to be asleep.
Mu Wanwan smiled lightly, she suddenly felt a little bad—
She, doing this is equivalent to handing over the choice of the relationship between the two to Mr. Long.
If Mr. Long finds out that he is pretending to be asleep, what will he do
Wan Wan, who suddenly figured out and perfectly dumped all the pressure on Mr. Long, finally felt better. She let go of the messed up Mengmeng and cultivated Lingzhi with great energy.
Today, according to the plan, she has to cultivate enough materials to refine two furnaces of Huiling Pill.
After she figured it out, Mu Wanwan's efficiency became higher, and her grasp of the spiritual power in her body became more precise. She pinched two bell grass seeds, and after feeling it a little, she immediately judged the two seeds. Not worth nurturing.
Mu Wanwan didn't even notice that she was completely immersed in a mysterious realm. She felt that her judgment on the subtle vitality and value of the seed had reached a very precise level, and she didn't even consume any spiritual power. There will be spiritual energy from heaven and earth actively pouring into her body to help her fill the emptiness.
She cultivated uninterruptedly, and while the green light on her fingertips circulated, one after another spiritual plant seedlings were cultivated.
Mengmeng looked very energetic at first, but soon became tired, but it didn't bother Mu Wanwan, but just jumped to the side of the bed and slept on her stomach.
But when Jiu woke up, it was almost dark in the room, Mu Wanwan still maintained almost the same posture, Mao Jiu was a little aggrieved.
Mengmeng is a little hungry.
Just when Mengmeng was about to send out a "chirp" sound wave attack, a pale hand reached out and squeezed its small mouth tightly.
Mr. Long was half seated on the bed, with long black hair draped over his shoulders, and the black and red curse lines on his face surging. He half closed his eyelids, and his black eyelashes were very long. He held the chirp in one hand, brought it in front of him, raised his index finger with the other, and pressed it lightly on his lips, as if to say:
"Shh-"
"Don't make a sound."
Mengmeng nodded her head ignorantly, but it still hurt a little, Jiu was really unlucky today, and was rubbed by people and scared by dragons.
At this moment, Mr. Long was not at all worried that Mu Wanwan would find himself awake. He used his consciousness and spiritual power to drag a few middle-grade spirit stones that she had specially placed beside his pillow before, and slowly brought them to her.
His wife, had an epiphany. But just that little spiritual power of heaven and earth is still limited. At this time, if you absorb some more spiritual stones, you can maintain the epiphany for a longer time.
Mr. Long is quite experienced in this. Mr. Long's dark black eyes are looking in her direction, the corners of his lips are slightly raised, and he is a little lost.
Her wife is really talented, and this time, she is probably going to advance to a third-order wood-type cultivator.
It's been less than two months since he first saw her.
Even if there is a drop of blood in it, it is quite powerful.
She is so good, she is so good.
He couldn't delay her any more.
The meridians in the body grew a little bit better, but Mr. Long was not happy.
When the fifth original nucleus is connected, he must become a scum dragon.
With his lips pursed, Mr. Long's heart is fragile, how long can he have such happiness? How many days? ten days
Before the lady finds out that he wakes up, before the impact and harm will not be brought to the lady.
Just allow him, just condone him, and go overboard.
There was some suspicious heat on his cheeks.
He held hands, hugged her, and next time, he wanted to really, really kiss her.
Will it be too much.
The author has something to say: Mr. Long: "Let me pamper myself, I'm going to kiss my wife tonight."
Mu Wanwan, who already knew everything: "Huh."
*Zha Mu has a hunch that the update of this chapter may make many little angels very dissatisfied, and Zha Mu still wants to explain.
Seeing that many little darlings really want to bend and stab Mr. Long, there is an embarrassing scene where their eyes meet. That would indeed make us very comfortable and good from the perspective of God, but that kind of coolness is only temporary, because the relationship between the two has not developed to that point. Mr. Long is so slanderous and self-abased, that he was directly caught by the lady who "he thought" only had sympathy for him. According to his fragile and slanderous temperament, it is very likely that he would simply run away after being exposed directly. Instead of being shy to explode.
For Wanwan, Mr. Long is actually very unfamiliar. Although she is very sympathetic to Mr. Long and has a good impression of Mr. Xiaolong and some follow-up things, she is also afraid of him. She cannot guarantee that Mr. Long is in the end. What kind of dragon.
After talking so much, I still hope that the little angels can be more patient with the difficult Wanwan and Mr. Long. In addition, don't you think this is actually very sweet? As the story develops slowly, There are definitely sugars that have a two-way crush, and there are even more upright sugars! (cough, stubborn and tenacious desire to survive)