Not to mention a rather shameless licking dragon who asked the question of who sent the pendant and the hairpin over and over again in his favorite lady's ear before he fell asleep, and said that he was still the same after falling asleep. Let's tenaciously hold the matter of Mu's bent waist.
Although he didn't exert much force, his arms and chest were hard. He was very comfortable holding the soft lady, but Mu Wanwan, who was holding him, was uncomfortable at all.
The poor girl was already very tired, her soul was exhausted, and she had to be held in her arms by a tough ugly dragon. If it weren't for the winter now, and a certain dragon's body temperature was so high that it was barely endurable, maybe Wanwan would be woken up soon.
Even so, Mu Wanwan's sleep was still very tormented.
She first dreamed that Mr. Long did not come back, and then dreamed that she had returned to the cage where Mr. Xiaolong was locked. The magic bird rushed in and bit their bodies frantically. Mr. Long took her by the waist and the cage After disappearing, the two ran away, but she didn't know what was going on, and fell into a big stove, burning her whole body.
After a long time, the big furnace dragon finally woke up, and gently released the flushed (hot) lady, shaking her fluffy ears a little shyly, and then stretched out her broad palm, gently Wiped the sweat from her forehead.
He couldn't bear it any longer, and kissed the man again.
Mr. Long licked his lower lip, as if he was reminiscing the soft taste. It was a seductive gesture, but he made it very serious.
Mr. Long glanced at the many spiritual stones that had been absorbed on the ground. After thinking about it, he shook out some spiritual stones from the mustard space, swept a path that could pass people, and then filled the room.
When Madam reached the fourth rank and had divine consciousness, he gave her this mustard seed space.
"啾" When Mr. Long was laying the spirit stone, Mengmeng, whose body was blackened after being roasted by the fire, finally woke up. It was slapped to death by the evil dragon and slapped it to death. As soon as he got up, he hurriedly stretched out his small wings and touched it. Feel the dull hair on the top of your head that has grown out with great difficulty.
This is Jiu's favorite dumb hair, if you don't have him, you won't be handsome.
After confirming that Duo Mao was fine, Mao Jiu stood up with his slender legs and saw the spiritual stones piled up all over the floor.
Chiu likes Jingjing the most, it can make Chiu very comfortable!
Mr. Long glanced at the excited Mao Chiu, his eyes were mocking like a boss—
Oh, I have never seen the earth chirp in the world!
Mr. Longhao seems to have forgotten how excited he was than Mao Jiu when he first saw Liang Jingjing.
He didn't care about Mao Chiu, he just rolled around on the pile of bright sparkles, and he simply completed the cleaning of the two of them. Then he took out the medicinal pill that Mu Wanwan had refined and brought him with him. There were still some in it, and he was not willing to eat it, but now it is just right for his wife to eat.
feed pills...
Mr. Long's cheeks were hot, and he could finally feed the elixir in the way he imagined before, although this time the person who took the initiative changed from his wife to him.
"Madam, can I feed you the medicinal pill?" Mr. Long thought about Mu Wanwan, who used the same words to touch his ears when he had no way to respond.
He raised the corners of his lips. He didn't have the gentle and refined feeling of other handsome dragons. Instead, he learned ten percent of the scumbag from the ruffian and rogue dragon.
"I can use..." Mr. Long still has a little moral bottom line. He didn't have the embarrassment to say the word "mouth".
"If you don't speak, I'll take it as your promise."
Mu Wanwan, who was half awake, vaguely heard Mr. Long's voice.
In fact, she was already conscious, but she was still very tired and didn't want to wake up.
But, feed the elixir
Before Mu Wanwan could react, she felt that her chin was pinched by a certain dragon's fingers, and the tip of her nose was his warm, moist and rapid breathing, hitting her lips with a trembling that could not be ignored.
What is Mr. Long doing? ?
"Good." The magnetic hoarse voice with suppressed emotions suddenly exploded in the eardrum, and Mu Wanwan's mind went blank for a while. There was a soft and slightly cold touch on the lips, mixed with the fragrance of strong medicinal herbs.
A slightly slippery soft thing rolled back the elixir and drilled in—
The taste of the citrus-flavored Huiling Pill filled with rich spiritual power instantly diffused, and with the light and inadvertent touch, Mu Wanwan only felt that his mind was blank, and he couldn't think about anything.
Mr. Long is no better than her. He has regretted it, and he will burn himself soon.
There was no skin on his face that maintained a normal color except for the sporadic curse marks, and the blush spread all the way to his neck, staining his delicate collarbone with an ambiguous red.
In the end, Mr. Long, who had planned to kiss enough, was defeated. He quickly let go of his little lady, pretending to be calm and wiping off a trace of water from her lips.
Then he stood up and "calmly" straightened his long hair that was a little messy. He walked faster and faster. He was a little hot, so he went to the side hall to wash his face a few times to calm down.
In fact, Mr. Long's "calmness", in the eyes of Mengmeng who is full of "bright crystals", is actually a flushed face and vain steps like an old dragon whose body has been hollowed out →_→
"Chirp~"
The bad dragon was finally punished, Jiu was really happy!
And after Mr. Long closed the door and left, Mu Wanwan, who was lying on the bed, finally opened his eyes uncontrollably—
She must have been dreaming just now, right? !
Otherwise, how could she feel that the extremely twisted dragon would be so... enthusiastic...
However, the sweet orange smell in her mouth, the warm touch still lingering on her chin, and her forehead, which is no longer sore... All these are telling her—
She didn't dream.
Her dragon really came back, helped her heal her wounds, and even kissed her secretly.
Mu Wanwan patted her face and wanted to sit up, but suddenly there was a soreness in her waist, and a numbness came up from her spine, making her almost paralyzed on the bed.
Why is it so uncomfortable to wake up after a sleep, but she felt that nothing happened.
Mu Wanwan's eyes were a bit blank, and Mu Wanwan slowly came back to her senses. She struggled several times before finally half-sit up. This time, she could clearly see an indescribable piece of clothing hanging on the curtain opposite her.
The whole is bright pink, the material is very, very expensive at first glance, and the style is very peculiar. It is not like a jacket dress, nor is it like the loose and elegant dress that female nuns like. On the contrary, it is a bit like a modern princess dress. I don't know what animal's fur is, colorful.
Just looking at the bright pink dress that made her breathless, Mu Wanwan felt her eyes start to hurt. She glanced at the hem of the dress, which was actually inlaid with colorful gems.
In addition to looking expensive, how could such a dress that doesn't look good at all hang on her bedside
Mu Wanwan rubbed her head, she glanced at the bedside, and was almost blinded by a spiritual stone.
"Jiu!" Mengmeng saw that she was awake, she was very happy to pick up a Jingjing, jumped from a pile of spirit stones to the bedside, and handed Jiu's carefully selected Jingjing to her hand.
Mu Wanwan held the spirit stone in his hand dreamily.
What's the matter, are these all brought back by Mr. Long? She heard the sound of "crashing" the door being pushed open, she looked out the door subconsciously, and met Mr. Long's long and narrow eyes.
He looked a little healthier than before, his complexion was no longer bloodless and pale, and the once terrifying curse marks had also been reduced a lot, leaving only the dots of black and red lines.
He is more like Mr. Xiaolong, but he has grown up, the tip of his nose is not as round as before, his eyebrows and eyes are still dark, and the abominable thing is that the eyelashes are actually getting longer and longer.
He didn't know what he was doing just now, his long black hair was draped, and drops of water fell from his temples.
The broken horn is still as ferocious as ever, but the pair of originally white furry ears seem to be bald
Maybe it was because Mu Wanwan's eyes were too surprised, Mr. Long realized something, and the next second, the pair of ears disappeared, as if it was just her illusion.
Mu Wanwan blinked and lowered his head, not knowing what to say for a while.
The same goes for Mr. Long. He just walked in coldly and closed the door.
The moment the door was closed, one person and one dragon were stunned for a while, and the door was closed for those who were alone in the daytime.
What do you want to do_(:3」∠)_
Mu Wanwan's face was a little red, and out of the corner of the eye, he caught a glimpse of a certain dragon who spread out the wheelchair she had obtained from Tie Bo before and sat on it, and then lowered his head to the spiritual stone in the ground, as if he wanted to practice.
She suddenly couldn't hold back the evil fire in her heart—
Isn't this dragon going to say something to her? Why did you come back so late and why does the curse on your face seem to be much better? Why did you get so many spirit stones and a skirt that blinded her eyes
Isn't this dress he was going to give her
Mu Wanwan turned her head and felt as if something was falling from her head. She subconsciously reached out and touched it, but found a hairpin in the messy hair.
Mu Wanwan: ""
Oh, it's not the same as the nine dumplings she wore on her head before :)
Seeing Jiuqing's hairpin on the table, Mu Wanwan couldn't help it a little bit. The dragon brought her back and didn't let her loose her hair, but instead changed her hairpin? What is Mr. Long thinking
"Mr. Dragon"
"you"
The two spoke at the same time, but Mr. Long didn't dare to look at her, and scratched the back of the wheelchair with his fingers.
"" Mu Wanwan was silent for a while, he wanted to wait for the dragon to speak, but after waiting for a long time, the dragon did not speak.
She was a little helpless, thinking of the embarrassed Mr. Xiaolong in Tie Bo's memory, and his voice softened a little, "Why did you come back?"
It was the first time that she complained to him like this, but it didn't make a certain dragon have a series of sadistic reunion plots like guilt, pain, pain, and a knife cut. Instead, it made Mr. Long feel a little itchy.
He looked at Mu Wanwan's messy hair, the clothes that were not very neat, the hand holding the sheet subconsciously, and her slightly drooping eyes, and the tips of her ears were hot.
He wanted to explain, wanted to say that it was because he was in trouble, but he was afraid that she would be worried, so he didn't say a word for a long time. When Mu Wanwan couldn't help but look at him, he said with a calm voice and a cold face, "Clothes ."
"What?" Mu Wanwan looked at him, only to see Mr. Long silent, slowly moving his wheelchair, crossing the road between the spiritual stones, moved to the bedside, and came to her.
There was a breeze blowing in front of Mu Wanwan, her long hair was a bit dazzling, and a trace of good expectation rose uncontrollably in her heart. When she was blushing and straightened her hair, she saw the original hanging on the head of the bed. An indescribable bright pink dress was held in Mr. Long's hand.
"Good-looking." Mr. Long's voice was cold and clear, but Mu Wanwan saw a trace of expectation from his slightly trembling eyelashes, "Send you."
Mu Wanwan: ""
She took the dress from Mr. Long with shaking hands, and gritted her teeth against her will for love, "I quite like it."
A certain dragon's eyes lit up, the corners of his lips curled slightly, and a fleeting smile flashed in his eyes. Mu Wanwan saw that he was careful and didn't know where he changed the style of one and that bright pink dress. A similar tender purple dress was awkwardly handed to her, "There's more."
Mu Wanwan: ""