Mr. Long only touched her lips and left immediately, lying on the bed honestly, without any further movement.
Mu Wanwan didn't dare to move. Just now, Mr. Long kissed her gently, as if a light feather swept across his lips, with a little fluttering soft feeling, and she was swept over all at once. It didn't even produce anything like a book—
A series of Su Tian reactions, such as blushing and heartbeat, soft legs and numb feet, and a crisp body.
She even felt that she didn't react, she was gone, it was like an illusion.
I don't know if it's a psychological effect, but now she feels that the cheeks that Mr. Long's eyelashes swept have left a small mark on the cheek. It's not that kind of ambiguous, but it feels like being licked by Mao Jiu. .
Not annoying.
Even a little helpless.
Mu Wanwan thought about it for a long time, and one thing wanted to think that Mr. Long really liked her, but he felt that stealing a kiss was not in line with Mr. Long's mad and cool tyrant character in the original book.
But... Mu Wanwan, who didn't feel any special feeling after being stolen kissed, was a little embarrassed at the moment, her face was a little hot, and the guard in her heart relaxed a little bit.
It turned out that the cruel, cold-blooded and ruthless tyrant who murdered without blinking in the legend would be so careful. Yesterday, "hold him" = "hold his arm" in Mr. Long's mouth, according to this level, "kiss her" = "touch her with a pure lips", it seems very reasonable...
She pretended not to be sleeping well, and quietly turned a sound, not moving much, but in the quiet night, it was magnified countless times, making a certain dragon, who was already wearing clothes, almost stop his heartbeat all of a sudden.
He, he really, really kissed her.
Mr. Long's fluffy ears were shaking, and when he heard the sound of her turning over, he comforted himself sweetly, nervously, and with a fluke in his heart—
No, she must not have found it.
He was very attentive, very careful.
Long waited nervously for a long time, but she didn't move, and then gradually calmed down.
He felt that he had no regrets.
To Madam, he did a lot of things that lost the dragon, and he let himself, indulged himself, secretly, and did a lot of things when she didn't know it.
To him, Madam's existence is like a little floating gleam in the eternal night, you can see it when you look up, and when you reach out, you can hold her tightly in the palm of your hand.
Even if she treats him out of helplessness at first, then because of sympathy or boredom.
In these short two months, he already liked and liked her very much.
Yes, like it.
When she gets close to her, her heart beats faster, she gets nervous when she calls his name, and when she feeds him, he always thinks about shameless, hateful things that shouldn't be thought about.
He was pleased with her, and indulged himself.
When she didn't know it, he was like a pervert and did everything—
Touched, hugged, and kissed.
Mr. Long's heart was sour, her lips were soft and a little warm.
He just touched it, and he felt that he was about to be unable to restrain himself—
Unable to restrain himself, he wanted to kiss her fiercely, to wake her up, to show her what he looked like, and to hear her call her husband.
But he was afraid-
Worrying about her being afraid of herself, worrying about the unnatural fear and disgust in her eyes when she opened her eyes and discovering that he was kissing her, fearing that she would feel that she was tarnishing her innocence, fearing that she would cry.
The thought of her hating herself.
The apex of Mr. Long's heart was like being stabbed by a needle, and it suddenly crumpled into a ball.
Just imagining that scene made him feel that his heart collapsed, which was even more painful than when the dragon's horns were cut off.
On Mr. Long's side, the wind and rain started again, and Mu Wanwan was still wondering if Mr. Long would kiss her again tonight.
With an indescribable mood, she was even prepared to feel it this time, waiting for Mr. Long to drop a kiss on the breeze like just now.
But after a long time, he didn't move.
…
Early the next morning, before it was completely dawn, Mu Wanwan got up, washed as usual, finished cleaning up Mr. Long and Mengmeng, and then fed the dragon and the chirp.
Mu Wanwan is actually very calm when she washes her face, brushes her teeth and feeds her hygienically. According to her findings in the past two days, dragons usually don't wake up during the day, and she is fine as usual.
After finishing the housework, Mu Wanwan ate the breakfast served by the Bixingcao fruit, and suddenly found out—
Her diet has changed a lot.
In the modern age, after paying her salary every month, excluding the rent and other miscellaneous expenses, she would spend a few hundred yuan to go out to watch a movie and eat a delicious meal to treat herself. At that time, Mala Tang, hot pot, barbecue and so on were all her favorite foods.
Since she started to wear books, she was poor at first and had nothing to eat, but gradually she seemed to get used to it. Now, she was surprised that she hadn't eaten anything delicious for a long time.
There were only a bunch of Baizhenguo that tasted like a rotten apple with orange flavor, and Bixingcao fruit that tasted as bitter.
Mu Wanwan felt that it was a bit of a loss. She thought that after earning some more spirit stones this time, she would buy some meat and cook it by herself. She thought about it, and wanted to confirm how many spirit stones were left in the house. As a result, when she touched Mr. Long's pillow, the few spirit stones she had placed before were gone, and there were no traces left under the pillow.
She suddenly thought of the small pile of ashes that she swept out from the table beside her when she was cleaning up the house yesterday. She didn't pay attention at that time, but now that she thinks about it, it seems that those are the dust left after the spirit stone was absorbed.
Her eyes became complicated for a moment, and Mu Wanwan realized that it was Mr. Long who gave her the spirit stone.
He doesn't seem to be as unbearable and bad as outsiders say.
To be honest, Mr. Long would give her the spirit stone, which was beyond Mu Wanwan's expectations.
There were only a few low-grade spirit stones in the Qiankun bags that Mengmeng handed over last time, as well as some messy things, some medicinal pills, and this one was a sapphire bracelet for girls.
She thought that Mr. Long gave her the things she didn't need. After all, Mr. Long needed spirit stones to heal his wounds, which she could understand. But now it seems that she was wrong.
She couldn't help but gently touched Mr. Long's pair of white ears that were exposed outside, and said softly, "Mr. Long, I'm sorry."
With a smile on her lips, Mu Wanwan was in a better mood. She put a spare middle-grade spirit stone in her Qiankun bag and all the remaining low-grade spirit stones on Mr. Long's pillow—
At present, it seems that Mr. Long is still very good, and she can't live up to him, she must make good money to raise dragons.
"Chirp!" Mengmeng stood on the table and chirped at Mu Wanwan.
Mu turned around, picked up Mengmeng, who seemed to be angry with her yesterday, and put it on her shoulders.
Mao Jiu rubbed her cheek, the little awkwardness that started yesterday has long since disappeared in the food and fragrance, and Mengmeng likes to bend the most~
One person went to the yard one by one, Mu Wanwan ripened one Ningxue, three bell grass and three dredging flowers, went to the room where he took a bath in the side hall, moved a bench, and prepared to make alchemy here.
Mu Wanwan took out the pill stove and put it on the ground. According to Uncle Zong's previous hint, he gently fiddled with the device that controls the pill fire at the bottom of the pill stove.
Almost immediately, the pill furnace slowly rotated, floating in mid-air, and a faint fire of pill burst out from the low end.
Mu Wanwan was startled, and Mengmeng was also a little excited and chirped, each person chirping like a douchebag who had never seen the world, staring at the hanging pill stove for a long time.
"Chirp~"
Mengmeng's voice made Mu Wanwan return to her senses. She didn't immediately follow the well-known elixir recipe she had memorized, but first tried to fiddle with the device that controls the elixir fire.
Going to the right, the fire of the pills is much more vigorous, and to the left, the fire of pills weakens.
However, Mu Wanwan only touched two hands, and felt that the whole pill furnace was hot.
She frowned. In this case, she couldn't control the size of the pill fire at all, and her spiritual power was of the wood type, so she couldn't directly concoct pills...
Wait, Spirituality.
Mu Wanwan thought of something, and tentatively imagined his spiritual power as a palm, and slowly attached it to the device that controlled the fire.
Laboriously, he moved to the left.
The dan fire became smaller at once, but Mu Wanwan wiped the sweat from his forehead.
She had used a lot of spiritual power just by flicking the device lightly, and she felt that this degree was very difficult to grasp. If you want to know about alchemy, it is difficult to become a pill with just a little heat. Those who are fire-type can directly use their own As a cultivator of Pill Fire, it is difficult to control the spiritual power of her, and it is even more difficult for her to rely on devices.
Mu Wanwan was not in a hurry to concoct pills, and spent another two or three hours to get used to the regulation of pill fire. The spiritual energy in her body was not consumed much, only one-tenth of it was used, but she has been focusing on controlling the spiritual energy. I feel a little pain in the head and a little tired.
Mengmeng has been very quiet today, watching her playing with the alchemy furnace with great concentration, without even dozing off, Mu Wanwan thought it was very strange.
"啾~" Seeing her looking at herself, Mengmeng turned her head over her small head and chirped softly, very cute, and she cured Mu Wanwan's mental exhaustion just now.
She stretched out her finger and pointed at the cute little scarf, and started preparing for alchemy with full energy!
First, put the three bellflowers into the elixir stove and open a medium-sized fire. Mu Wanwan was absorbed in it, and Mengmeng was also very obedient and did not make a sound. Soon, the three bellflowers were transformed into A cloud of pale green liquid.
Mu Wanwan used his spiritual power to drag the liquid of the bellflower in the air, then picked up Ningxue on one side, and took a deep breath.
Ningxue's petals melt upon entering, and she must grasp the degree.
Mu Wanwan was highly concentrated, quickly tore off Ningxue's flowers, and the moment they threw them into the alchemy furnace, Ningxue immediately melted. Mu Wanwan thought that a small enough pill fire would not work, and Ningxue almost immediately turned into There was a cloud of fog that she couldn't hold back.
Failed.
The author has something to say: Mr. Long: "I touched, hugged and kissed my wife. I have done everything I should have done, and I have no regrets."