Mr. Long's fingertips turned gently and touched the soft fabric. Is it the new underwear she bought for him
He moved in his heart, and in his mind was the look of her he had seen before, which was even more beautiful than what he had peeked at with his divine sense before, like ink slowly rippling, and her voice was equally gentle.
Unknown feelings surged in his heart, Mr. Long tugged at his sleeve, blushing—
80% of the clothes are also put on by the wife, but, why only the upper body? There was no movement below, and the light blue shirt from before was still wrapped around his waist.
When she was not in the room, Mr. Long was more relaxed. He quietly lifted the quilt and caught a glimpse of the clothes tightly tied around his waist, smiling and shy.
Maybe she didn't change her clothes because she was embarrassed
Also, he is no longer a half-dragon shape. If he lifts it up and sees some obscene things, it is always bad.
The tip of the ear was very hot, and a certain dragon moved his leg with difficulty, and there were bursts of tingling pain—
This time, the curse counterattacked. Although he survived the difficulties and struggled to connect to the fifth pronuclear fragment, the spiritual power in his body was still in a state of deficit. He passed out of a coma that day. In the past few days, most of the meridians were finally connected.
For a while, he still lacked some spiritual power, and the legs that were turned into by the directly cursed tail could not move for the time being. As long as he rested for another three or five days, he would be able to restore 50% of his strength.
At that time, people below the sixth rank would not be his opponents, and with his special strength, he also had a certain self-protection ability in front of Ao Qin who had not obtained the forbidden treasures. You can no longer be greedy for warmth and nostalgic for sunshine, and you must start implementing the plan soon.
Execute, leave her plan.
The sweetness that had just swelled up in my heart disappeared, replaced by an indescribable bitterness.
On the head of the bed were three mid-grade spirit stones that had not yet been absorbed. His lips felt moist. The blood scars fell off and were cleaned. He was well taken care of.
With a dark heart, he really wanted to surround people selfishly, so that she could never leave him.
After all, he can't escape the greedy nature of the dragon race. As long as he gets a little bit, he will be dissatisfied, want more, and even don't want to consider the other party's opinion.
Mr. Long smiled lightly, it was ugly.
It is very likely that he will never be able to come back this time.
Before leaving, he thought, take a break, indulge, and see her again.
Mr. Long was leaning halfway beside the jade bed, with a pair of long and narrow phoenix eyes hiding thick fog, he looked out the open window—
The sun outside the window was very good, the snow had stopped, and the bloody smell had faded a lot. She stood in the sun with her sleeves rolled up, revealing her white wrist. The sapphire on it reflected the light and was printed on the bottom of his eyes.
Mr. Long watched her with the corners of her lips raised and closed her eyes gently. After a while, many scales floated around her, large and small, ranging in color from withered yellow to golden, floating beside her, and then one by one Like lining up, it automatically fell into a basket on one side.
Is this, tidying up the yard
Feeling a little guilty, Mr. Long pursed his lips. He messed up the yard before, and also killed the seedlings that Mrs. finally planted. Will she be very angry
His scales are a bit heavy, even if she is third-order, it should still be very hard to pick it up with spiritual power, right
Mr. Long turned his gaze back and looked at the poor spiritual power in his body. In the end, he was reluctant to make her work so hard. He picked up a spiritual stone that was set aside and pinched his fingertips.
So when Mu Wanwan was about to use her spiritual power to clean up another place again, she was very surprised to find that, for some unknown reason, the originally heavy scales seemed to be suddenly much lighter, and she only used much less than usual. The spiritual power is finished.
This abnormal phenomenon cannot be ignored, and Mu Wanwan is not very stupid. She tried to maintain the peace on the face, and she had a guess in her heart—
Perhaps, Mr. Long is awake now.
She is quietly helping her clean up the yard.
There was an unknown emotion in the bottom of my heart, Mu Wanwan's cheeks were hot, and the range of movements was smaller than before, as if maintaining a good image.
In about an hour, she put away the scales in the last three places, plus the ones cleaned up before, she made five baskets in total. Among them, three baskets have been washed, and although they are somewhat withered and yellow, they still look beautiful, shining golden in the sunlight.
According to before, she should now go back to the room to rest for a while to see Mr. Long's condition, and then wash the scales with water. These scales are very hard and dragon scales, so they may be useful.
But today, after guessing that a certain dragon had woken up, Mu Wanwan didn't really want to go back right away.
She didn't know how she should face this "husband" in name.
It was the first time she met him under normal circumstances, what would she call him
You can't still call him Mr. Long, can you
Mu Wanwan was thinking about washing the scales, and Mr. Long, who was a little pale because of the consumption of spiritual power in the room, was a little embarrassed—
Dragon's scales can't be taken casually, does she know
However, if she likes his scales very much, she can hold them. The scales that fall off are hard enough, and some of them carry toxins, which may be good self-defense weapons.
as long as she likes it.
Mr. Long thought silently, half-closed his eyes to absorb the spiritual stones around him. In fact, he felt that the ragged clothes around his waist were a little uncomfortable, but now one is that he has no energy, and the other is that he is always not able to be naked, or Let's just make do with it.
Will she take care of him when she comes back
A trace of anticipation rose uncontrollably in his heart, Mr. Long twitched his eyelashes and waited quietly.
…
Mu Wanwan dragged for a while, and even slowly washed the scales, but she still had to enter the room anyway, and there was no way to escape all the time. She would face Mr. Long one day.
She was a little nervous at the thought that she might have to speak later.
If she and Mr. Long were just friends, she would not be so embarrassed. Mainly, she has another identity now, that person's wife...
Mu Wanwan walked slowly to the room, feeling very flustered—
According to her understanding of the world these days, strong men like Mr. Long and their wives are often very powerful beings, otherwise they are also very talented people.
Dragons rarely have dragons marrying human beings, one is because of incompatibility in various senses, and the other is because the lifespan of human races is generally very short. And the dragon family, even if it is only first-order, can live for thousands of years.
Mu Wanwan was a little nervous, telling himself that Mr. Long was different from other dragons, and his heart was soft and careful...
The door was pushed open, and a certain dragon, who had been dozing, regained his energy in an instant. He pretended to be calm and glanced at the door, facing Shang Mu's reddish cheeks and his slightly dodging eyes.
He felt even more nervous, his ears pricked up and trembled slightly.
"Dragon," Mu Wanwan said wrongly, and the hand holding the door froze, "Sir, Your Majesty."
"You, you are awake."
What she said was a little stumbling. She was usually a normal person, but suddenly she couldn't speak.
Mr. Long listened to her awkwardly calling him Your Majesty. The voice was soft and soft, which was completely different from usual. He felt a little warm in his heart, and his hand hidden under the quilt grabbed the corner of his clothes.
Faintly withdrew his gaze and said, "Yeah."
Mu Wanwan: "..."
So this dragon is not ready to speak? She, she doesn't know what to say to him, this is the legendary awkward chat, will it end at the beginning _(:з"∠)_
With his fingers curled, Mu Wanwan said cautiously, "Can I, can I come in?"
Mr. Long raised his eyes, this time he didn't speak at all, and only nodded slightly to express his permission.
Mu Wanwan's scalp was numb, and he was very nervous. It was a normal thing to go back to the room, but now his taste has changed.
She quietly glanced at Mr. Long, who was half seated by the bed. He lowered his eyes slightly, as if he was resting. Mu Wanwan looked at his back leaning directly against the wall, as well as the thin clothes on his body. Something flashed-
Oops!
Mr. Long is not wearing pants yet!
A few days ago, because he was in poor condition, she didn't dress him at first. Later, his upper body grew faster. After cleaning, she put on a lingerie for him. His legs were deteriorating all the time, so he didn't dress the dragon.
She felt itchy and uncomfortable like a cat's claw scratching in her heart. She really wanted to put Mr. Long's clothes on, and she also wanted to see if the dragon would come forward.
Mu Wanwan walked in slowly, embarrassedly walked to the edge of the table.
Mao Jiu woke up from a sleep, just woke up at this time, and didn't feel that the atmosphere in the room was wrong.
Fortunately, there was Tweet, otherwise she would be very overwhelmed. After a while, it will be time to eat. Mr. Long will always talk to himself, and then she will take the initiative to bring up the matter of clothes, and it will not be very abrupt.
Mu Wanwan thought so, but after waiting for a long time, a certain dragon still looked like "I'm standing still". If he hadn't opened his eyes, Mu Wanwan would have thought that he was a stone statue.
The fact is that Long was also very nervous, waiting for his wife to talk to him, the sheets under the quilt were about to be scratched by him.
The room was eerily quiet, and one person and one dragon were waiting for the other person to speak first, as if they were more patient than anyone else.
Mu Wanwan waited for almost half an hour, really sat on pins and needles, stood up with courage, and under a certain dragon's seemingly nonchalant gaze, he stuttered, "Sir, Your Majesty, you, you. Is it cold or not?"
In the eyes of the lady who seemed to be looking forward to it, Mr. Long was entangled in his heart for a long time whether it was better to let the lady get him clothes cold or not cold to show his strong physique and express his cold attitude at the same time.
He felt that there were two dragons on his shoulders, one bad dragon said, you are cold because you want to talk to her, but the good dragon said, you are not cold because you are a dragon who wants to be good for her, and you have to stay away.
He didn't say a word for a long time, Mu Wanwan was a little cold, and his eyebrows were a little lost.
Mr. Long saw it, pursed his lips, and said in a low voice, "Well."