Mr. Long looked at the person in front of her. She had a soft expression under the dim yellow light, and behind her was a red quilt embroidered with mandarin ducks. Facing him, she bent her lips and smiled warmly.
With his face reflected in her eyes, she spoke without any fear that he couldn't ignore it.
A layer of red gradually appeared on his cheeks, a certain dragon tilted his head slightly, his fingertips moved, and the sight in front of Mu Wanwan turned black again.
In the dark night, Mr. Long's voice seemed a little erratic, "I won't sit here, just sleep."
Mu Wanwan: "..."
She was speechless for a moment, looking at the pitch-black room, listening to the sound of a certain dragon sliding the wheelchair, and seeing his blurry figure as if he was about to move outside, she couldn't help but say, "Your Majesty, where are you going?"
Mr. Long froze and stopped.
The room fell into silence again, Mu Wanwan didn't speak, and he didn't answer either.
After waiting for a long time, Mu Wanwan bit her lip, but she couldn't hold back, and said in a low voice and aggrieved, "You, are you so unwilling to sleep with me?"
They are now married in name.
Mingming had also slept together before, and Mingming would have awkwardly expressed his liking for her the night before.
How do you wake up, as if you have changed into a dragon
Mr. Long was silent, hearing her whisper whether he was unwilling or not, and hearing her say that he was not someone else, his heart seemed to be dug out, his sharp fingernails were pinched into his palms, and blood was splattered.
But he still didn't say anything, and Mu Wanwan's heart cooled down a little.
Long is like this, does it mean that everything before is just her wishful thinking
Is it the original plot? Is it because of the plot, so he will fall in love with Bai Shuiyao when he wakes up
Mu Wanwan's heart is sour, but she has already rewritten the ending of Yuan Shi's tragic death, which proves that the plot in the book cannot be changed. Since she came back this time and found that Mr. Long woke up to now, she has suffered many times.
And looking at Mr. Long's attitude towards her, it doesn't seem like he doesn't like her at all, but rather like he's worried about something.
After all, according to the description of Mr. Long in the book, he has always been extremely cruel to people and things he doesn't care about. Mr. Long has woken up, even if it is a short-term weakness, it is more than enough to deal with himself. If he doesn't start, how could he have no feelings for her? She tried so many times, but at most the dragon turned his head unwillingly and said she was noisy.
And the gentle Mr. Xiaolong, the big stupid dragon who carefully tried to give her gifts with spirit stones, the grieved dragon who tugged at the corners of her clothes, and the dragon who lit the lamp for her with ears pricked up, how could they all be fake
Mu Wanwan pinched the quilt. She didn't believe that it was all her hallucinations. There must be a reason why Mr. Long was so awkward. If he couldn't bear to hurt her, then she could go a little further.
If, he hates her.
Maybe this is the end.
Mu Wanwan blinked his sour eyes, plucked up his courage, facing Mr. Long's back, as if he had gambled everything he had, aggrieved but cautiously, "Your Majesty, are you going to leave me?"
As soon as her voice fell, she felt that the room where there was still a trace of moonlight to see the outline was completely darkened.
A gust of wind came from her side, blowing loose her simple bundled hair, sliding over the side of her face with a cool touch.
Mu Wanwan was a little helpless and found that her body slowly floated up uncontrollably, her skirt was blown away, she seemed to be flying slowly, and the sense of weightlessness and darkness gave her a momentary fear.
Did she bet wrong, Mr. Long...
No, tyrant, is he finally impatient with her
That's right, when dealing with a woman who is weak in talent and annoys him with nonsense all day long, and who he doesn't like at all, strangling her to death is the best.
Mu Wanwan's hands and feet were cold, and tears were on his eyelashes.
However, she just liked, liked him.
His body fell quickly, and Mu Wanwan couldn't help but closed his eyes, waiting for the tyrant's punishment.
But the expected pain did not come. Instead, there was a warm and soft touch. Mu Wanwan couldn't help but open his eyes and directly met a pair of golden eyes that were flashing lightly.
Is it... Mr. Long
He didn't kill her
She looked at his golden phoenix eyes slightly half-closed, and the long eyelashes swept across her face, itching.
In the next instant, there was a force that could not be ignored, Mu Wanwan only felt the weakness in his waist, and he felt a little helpless against Mr. Long's chest.
"what… "
His slightly hot breath brushed past his ears, and Mu Wanwan's shocked head went blank for a moment.
Is she being hugged? Aren't you going to kill her
Her cheeks became hot almost immediately. Mu Wanwan sat on Mr. Long's lap and was wrapped in his arms by him. She moved uncomfortably. She was almost dazed. She seemed to have no way of understanding the dragon's thinking .
Does he like her or does he not like her
Mr. Long felt the slight struggle of the person in his arms, his heart was hot, his lips were pursed, and the tips of his ears were red.
Don't want her
Why don't you want her
How can you bear to not want her
He was on the verge of enduring, and could no longer bear any provocation. Those dark thoughts in his heart had completely eroded him, and why she was so alienated from her was no match for her "don't want her".
When he came back to his senses, he had already wrapped the person in his arms.
She was as soft and soft as he had imagined countless times. Just by holding her gently, he was about to ignite spontaneously. He couldn't say anything. He just felt that it was difficult to breathe.
Mu Wanwan's ears were all his breath, her whole face was flushed, she was sitting on the dragon's lap, she was very uncomfortable, after a while, she couldn't help but reached out and gently pushed his chest, " Long, Mr. Long."
"Yeah." A certain dragon let go of her, his ears were red, his face was still cold, but his voice was a little softer.
Mu Wanwan couldn't tell what he was feeling now, so he got down from his leg in a panic, "Does your leg hurt?"
"You." Mr. Long was silent for two seconds and said, "Light."
Mu Wanwan couldn't help laughing, she felt that those uncertainties about Mr. Long in her heart seemed to dissipate with the hug just now.
But she seemed to be sure of his character, so she didn't ask his opinion any more, and pushed him towards the bed with a blushing face, "Your Majesty, can I help you to the bed?"
Mr. Long pursed his lips, Mu Wanwan heard his hoarse voice and whispered "OK".
This time, he finally didn't feel awkward anymore, Mu Wanwan put Long on the bed, and slept in another quilt himself.
Recalling the hug just now, her heart beat faster and faster, she covered her head in the quilt, she felt that Mr. Long was by her side, and she couldn't fall asleep at all.
A certain dragon, sleeping in a familiar position, felt that her legs, chest, arms and arms were all branded by her. With the itching of her gradually recovering spiritual power, she couldn't sleep peacefully.
So early the next morning, Mu Wanwan had two dark circles under his eyes, and when he opened his eyes, he looked at the ugly dragon husband who was already half-sitting on the bed with an indifferent expression. The same hug should be fake.
It's just that one thing she is sure of, Mr. Long really won't hurt her.
Thinking like this, the awkward feeling in her heart has passed, and it has intensified, and the arrogant will not call him the king, "Mr. Long, early."
Mr. Long's eyes lit up, and he nodded coldly and reservedly, in response to her.
Mu Wanwan: "..."
She smiled and encouraged her heart to add another item to today's schedule:
Be sure to try to get Mr. Long to say a few more words.
"啾." The forgotten Mengmeng just woke up, tilted her head and looked at Mu Wanwan, who was clearly in a bad mood but seemed very happy, her big eyes full of doubts.
Then…
It saw the sight of death from the ugly dragon behind Bend.
"啾..." Mengmeng was cowardly, Mao Chiu ran on short legs, the house is too scary, it's more fun in the yard!
- When one person and one dragon were slowly getting to know each other, the news that Huayun Pharmacy's Huiling Pill had a very good effect of reducing the curse also spread to the ears of many people.
The first batch of people who bought it spared no effort to promote it. Uncle Zong and Uncle Chen have recently received orders from many people, including some strong people from other ethnic groups.
The capital city is the core city of the Dragon Clan's territory, and there are often many clansmen from other clans stationed here.
Xianqingge is the largest messaging organization in the entire continent, and is affiliated with Jinjiang Auction House by a mysterious organization.
It is distributed in the dragon clan, the demon clan, and the witch clan, and it is said that they are also distributed in the territory of the abyss monsters.
Now there is an alchemist who can refine the effect of reducing the curse, and they have already mastered the news.
Leng An, the leader of Xianqing Pavilion in the capital city, started to investigate her identity as early as when Mu Wanwan provided the medicine pill.
"Interesting." Leng An took the news just presented by his subordinate, and a smile crossed his lips, "Although the effect is not as strong as Jinjiang grass, it is better than the quantity. Maybe Master will be a little interested in this little guy."
Being able to refine a medicinal pill with similar effects to the Jinjiang grass cultivated by the master is enough to attract their attention.
The continent is becoming more and more unstable, the monsters in the abyss are becoming more and more restless, and there is also collusion with the Wu clan. The king of the dragon clan is only the earliest victim.
However, the Lord is now married to such a capable lady, maybe that person is lucky.
Leng An is not his friend, but he has heard a little about the experience of the Dragon King.
How can a person who can make his cold-shore master say the word "pity" is a thing in the pool
Leng An crushed the news into a small piece, pinched it in his hand, his resolute face slowly turned translucent, two crystal tentacles appeared on his forehead, and his body gradually turned into a light blue translucent crystal.
He is a special life, and the information transmission channels that the demon clan and witch clan have coveted for tens of thousands of years belong to their special life alliance.
The tentacles were attached to the message note in his hand, and the dense fonts were quickly engraved on his tentacles and passed on to the special life alliance thousands of miles away.