After Mu Wanwan waited for a long time, Mr. Long said "um" and said nothing more.
She was a little disappointed, so Mr. Long lowered his eyes and added, "cold."
Mu Wanwan became happy again, considering the tone of discussion, "Then let me get you some clothes?"
Soft, Long felt that his ears were almost crisp, and he couldn't say anything, only the heat flowed through his heart, and he was clamoring to like it little by little.
I love her, I love her so much.
He didn't get any response, Mu Wanwan was about to wait for the Buddha before a word came out of a certain dragon.
"it is good."
Feeling helpless, she went to the edge of the closet and picked up a nice plain white thick brocade clothes she had seen in the store before, as well as the white furs she had prepared on the side.
These are precious, and they cost her nine low-grade spirit stones in total, and she is not willing to buy them for herself.
Yes, and folded trousers…
Mu Wanwan's cheeks turned red, but in fact, she asked him if he was cold mainly because she wanted him to wear trousers.
Mu Wanwan turned his back to a certain dragon and carefully sandwiched his trousers between the two pieces of clothes, so that it wouldn't be obvious... no... right
"Sir, Your Majesty." Mu Wanwan lowered her head slightly, a little embarrassed, "I, I put my clothes here."
She felt the atmosphere was weird, put the clothes on the bed, and took two steps back as quickly as her eyebrows were burning.
She was embarrassed, but Moulong was a little heartbroken again.
It's because he's so ugly.
So she didn't really want to talk to herself.
"Well." Different from the sunny feeling in his heart just now, Mr. Long felt a light rain in his heart, but when his cold eyes fell on the clothes at the foot of the bed, the feeling of being left out and insecure seemed to disappear strangely. .
She had never worn such a good dress before.
From marrying him to the present, he has been enduring hardships without getting anything in return. His long eyelashes trembled, and he wanted very much to hold her in his arms, kiss the tips of her ears, and say a thousand and ten thousand thanks to her. .
But back to reality, she couldn't wait to leave him.
"Mr. Long..." Mu Wanwan called out to Mr. Long in a conditioned reflex, and quickly explained incoherently, "Ah, it's not..."
Mr. Long raised his head slightly, and Mu Wanwan saw his beautiful eyes, with doubts flashing in them, like little stars.
His face was getting hotter and hotter, and Mu Wanwan felt that he was about to ignite spontaneously, "Your Majesty, I, I won't peep, I'll go prepare dinner."
After she finished speaking, she felt that it was such a strange thing to say, and there was an embarrassed smile on her lips, and Mu Wanwan froze in place.
There was a chuckle in her ear, which was fleeting and unbelievably fast. She wondered if she had heard it wrong, and secretly glanced at Mr. Eye Dragon, the dragon was still expressionless, as if he wasn't laughing just now.
Mu Wanwan: "..."
She felt that she had some nerve problems and needed to go out to calm down. Before leaving, she snatched away Mao Jiu, who had been regretting her lack of hair on the table.
So the heart of a certain dragon who turned from rain to fine was cloudy again.
The door of the room was closed by the lady kindly, and Mr. Long's face turned red little by little, as if the cold dragon just now wasn't him.
He sat up straight, and tried to reach for the clothes on his feet. Fortunately, his arms are still very long now, and he can still reach it with a little effort.
The white fox fur, even though it was just a fox, was also very expensive, and she was really kind to him.
The corners of his lips raised badly, and Mr. Long carefully picked up the white fur, and then saw the trousers caught in it.
Mr. Long: "..."
The dragon was almost ripe, and he took the clothes of the same fabric as his body with difficulty, and slowly took off the light blue brocade clothes that were around his waist, and began to think of ways to put on the clothes.
Because there is no spiritual power in the body for the time being, and the spiritual stones should be used sparingly, they are all earned by her, and he cannot waste them.
The legs are paralyzed, and it hurts to move. Mr. Long gradually broke out in cold sweat on his forehead, and pursed his lips tightly. She should be back soon. She felt like she couldn't even wear pants.
- Mu Wanwan trotted all the way to the kitchen with the stunned Fat Jiu, and put Mengmeng on the stove, he was relieved and quieted down, only to feel his heart pounding and closed his eyes , Bad Dragon's beautiful eyes were dangling in her mind, she quickly opened her eyes and patted her face.
"啾..." Mengmeng stood up from the stove with trembling efforts, and looked at the kitchen knife beside her slender legs, her big eyes became wavy again.
Mu Wanwan was awakened by its pitiful voice, and when he saw it, he hurriedly took the almost immobile Chuu aside in a funny way, "I'm sorry Mengmeng, I didn't want to eat you."
She couldn't help laughing when she said that, and put Mengmeng with two packs of tears in the cage with the chicken cubs on the side, and let it play with the chicken cubs, while she kept the third-order spirit cow she had previously kept Bone is stewed.
While waiting for it to boil, Mu Wanwan was not idle, and skillfully took out the seeds and started cultivating them.
While nurturing, she thought blindly.
Perhaps, she was bound by the title of "Mr. Long's Mrs. Chongxi"? She shouldn't be like that. Looking at Mr. Long's attitude just now, maybe she didn't want to admit that she was his wife at all. She was shy.
That's right, the bottom of my heart is a bit bitter, Mu Wanwan looked at the fragrant beef bone soup, and wanted to explain to Zhalong in my heart—
Maybe he just hasn't figured out how to face himself
To her, she was right with an extra husband, but so did Mr. Long, a plain extra lady, and a lady who was not very talented in the human race.
The outside world said that his methods were cruel, and he had never seen this dragon smiling outside. Perhaps, his attitude towards himself just now was considered very good
Mu Wanwan didn't know what to say. Looking at the increasingly fragrant beef bone soup, he suddenly wanted to pour the juice of the newly cultivated Bixingcao into it and serve it to Mr. Long.
The taste will definitely be a bit bitter. If he drinks it without changing his face, he must be very tolerant of himself. If he doesn't and loses his temper, she doesn't have to continue to think about it.
Once this bad idea comes up, it always makes people want to try it. Mu Wanwan first took a sip of soup and took a sip—
The rich and smooth fragrance exploded in the mouth instantly, accompanied by the spiritual power that is not very abundant but can be felt, there is no fishy smell of beef bones, and the vegetables in the ingredients did not take away the salty aroma of beef bones, and it is instantly moisturizing after one bite. She hadn't tasted a meaty stomach for a long time, and it was really a luxurious treat to be warm in the cold winter.
By the time Mu Wanwan came back to her senses, she had already drank that little soup.
Forget it, she was a little reluctant to spoil the food with this plan. Mr. Long has been in a coma for so long, and he only eats fruits every day, which is a bit bitter. It is difficult for the family to improve the food. It is better not to waste the food.
When Mu Wanwan thought of facing the dragon later, she was very distressed and felt bald. She was holding a food box with Mao Jiu hanging on her shoulders. She looked at the darkening sky, and fell into a tangled and ambiguous tangle. .
God, it seems to be getting dark.
night…
She walked to the door and was thinking about plucking up her courage when she heard a loud noise from the door, as if something fell.
Without caring about anything else, Mu Wanwan pushed open the door and saw Mr. Long who fell off the bed in a daze.
With one arm propped on the ground, he was only wearing obscene clothes and trousers. The white fur and moon-white brocade clothes fell to the ground. His cheeks were pale, but the lines of the curse were very clear. He heard her push the door, and subconsciously said goodbye. head.
Mu Wanwan clearly saw the blood oozing from his calf.
She didn't care about guessing, being shy, or being embarrassed, she hurriedly put the tweet and the food box on the table, walked to Mr. Long's side in three steps, half kneeled on the ground, and stretched out her hand to him, "Your Majesty , are you alright?"
A drop of cold sweat fell on Mr. Long's cheeks, and he lowered his head and did not want her to see his face. For the time being, he was weak and took almost an hour to put on his pants. He wanted to speed up and put on his clothes, but when he heard her The footsteps are getting closer, a little anxious, and accidentally got the clothes on the ground.
He wanted to pick it up, but fell to the ground in front of her embarrassedly.
He must look embarrassed now, very outrageous, very lost. Such a man must be a weak and helpless dragon in Madam's eyes. She is so kind and will definitely not ignore him. He originally wanted to be an arrogant and indifferent dragon.
Mr. Long was in pain and embarrassment, but when he heard her slightly anxious tone, while his self-esteem was frustrated, there seemed to be a little happiness that he succeeded. Mixed together, he could only have a cold face, not knowing what to do. .
After Mu Wanwan stretched out her hand, she felt a little reckless. She could understand Mr. Long's silence and silence. After all, he used to be such a powerful dragon. When his titular lady saw his incompetent side, he should be very Feel bad.
However, how could she feel better when she saw the dragon she had raised for so long and was injured and bleeding again
"Your Majesty." Mu Wanwan looked at his bleeding leg with distress, "It's time to eat, shall we go to the table?"
She was careful, for fear of hurting his self-esteem, her palms were soft and warm.
Mr. Long blinked slowly, his heart was full of thoughts of wanting to possess her. He didn't hide his ugly face, he turned his head slowly, and his dark eyes looked straight into Mu Wan. Bend clear eyes-
There was no contempt, no dislike, no disgust and disgust, no momentary shock and fear of his appearance.
Just clean, with a touch of emotion he'd never seen before.