Mu Wanwan looked at Mr. Long's expectant gaze, a little afraid that he would continue to pull out some amazing clothes, trying to change the subject, "Your Majesty, why are there so many spiritual stones on the ground?"
Mr. Long pursed his lips, "Liangjingjing."
Mu Wanwan: ""
She seemed to understand something, it turned out that the dragon really likes shiny things.
After a simple awkward chat, the room fell silent again, only the sound of Mengmeng sliding down from the pile of spirit stones and its occasional chirp.
Mu Wanwan looked at the two suffocating clothes on the bed, but he couldn't pass the test in his heart.
Although she can reluctantly say that she likes it for love, what if Mr. Long really thinks she likes it in the future? She really can't accept this terrifying straight dragon aesthetic...
Mu Wanwan was thinking about how to express her inner thoughts in a more euphemistic way. If she didn't speak, Mr. Long didn't know what to say.
He looked at the lady's slightly red lips and felt itchy in his heart.
But he thought of the slightly surprised look in her eyes when she saw him walking in, and pursed his lips—
Madam must have seen her bald ears.
Dragons know that Madam only likes furry things. Before, when he didn't show his ears, the lady would never touch him(?), and since the plush ears, the lady's attitude towards him has changed.
But now, he is bald.
Losing the furry dragon, will it not be as attractive to her as Mao Zhuo
Mr. Long's eyes were dark, and he opened his mouth to ask her if she disliked her ears and who gave her the hairpin, but as soon as he opened his mouth, it turned into a counter-intentional and dry words, "You..."
"Sleep a little longer."
Mu Wanwan, who was still immersed in death Barbie fans, blinked, suspecting that she had heard it wrong.
She raised her head abruptly, met Mr. Shanglong's indifferent eyes, his face paralyzed like an iceberg, and glanced at his ears subconsciously.
Then she suddenly realized that Mr. Long put his ears away, but just by looking at his face, she couldn't guess the dragon's mood.
Maybe Mu Wanwan's eyes were too direct to the soul. Mr. Long was very concerned about his ears, but now his glass heart is about to shatter with one look of hers.
Mr. Long turned around in his wheelchair and lowered his eyes at the spiritual stone in the ground. It seemed that he was ready to practice.
Mu Wanwan tugged on the precious clothes on the bed, her back was sore and the tiredness of her soul had not disappeared. She was very uncomfortable now, but it seemed that the dragon was only going to say "sleep a little longer".
Although he knew that her injury was handled by him, it was not easy for him to say such words with his temperament.
However, he had just kissed her just now...
The tender nostalgia on her lips is still there, and the touch of Mr. Long's slightly hot fingertips brushing her cheek doesn't seem to be fake.
She thought that when he came back, he would not be so awkward and would make everything clear.
As a result, if she didn't ask, is Long really not ready to explain? She still remembered that she waited for so many days, every time she heard movement outside, she would be like a startled bird.
It was clearly written on the note that he would be back in three or five days, but he clearly missed the appointment.
Don't think that as long as you give her a room of spirit stones and two pieces of clothes, she can stop worrying about so many days and nights of waiting.
The joy of reunion and Long's sense of being okay slowly faded, Mu Wanwan glanced at Jiuqing's hairpin on the table, and for the first time allowed himself to lose his temper.
She took off the hairpin that Mr. Long had put on her, smoothed her hair, and put the angrily one Jiu Qing sent on her head.
Then he lifted the quilt, wrapped himself in it, and muttered, "I'm going to sleep."
After she finished speaking, she couldn't bear the grievance, her eyes were sour, and she closed her eyes in disappointment.
The room fell into silence again. The corners of Mr. Long's lips moved slightly, and there was a trace of injury in his eyes. She actually preferred the hairpins given by others to those given by him.
Mr. Long's long eyelashes drooped slightly, covering up the frenzied and suppressed emotions in his heart. The sparkling spirit stones reflected in his eyes, but they looked like clusters of jumping flames—
Perhaps the evil spirit around him has condensed into a terrifying black vortex, and Mengmeng, who was nibbling on Jingjing, suddenly felt a little scared.
The shadow that was almost shot to death by the dragon yesterday was still hovering over Mengmeng's vigorous head. It carefully moved its fat little body and successfully ran away from the window before the evil dragon showed its power.
Mr. Long noticed its movements and ignored it, his expression gloomy and terrifying.
He looked at the hairpin that Mu Wanwan was wearing on purpose and was exposed, his palms clenched tightly and the knuckles turned white.
After about an hour, Mu Wanwan, who wanted to wait and see if Awkward Dragon would say something, couldn't hold it any longer.
Her soul is tired and she falls asleep easily.
While she was half asleep, she heard the sound of the wheelchair rubbing on the smooth ground, which was very harsh.
Mu Wanwan woke up after a while.
But she still maintained her previous posture and did not move, the heat from her breath made her head dizzy—
What does this dragon want to do? This time she must pierce him face to face!
Mu Wanwan's heart beat a little faster, Mr. Long was completely like two creatures when she was asleep and when she woke up!
Don't be shy, shy dragon vs indifferent, arrogant and paralyzed emperor.
Without his pair of fluffy ears that could reveal her inner emotions like a plug-in, she would have no way to communicate with Mr. Long at all.
This time she must seize the opportunity!
- The wheelchair was pushed away with some force, and Mr. Long stood up with a twisted face, and he did not hide the fact that he was able to move normally. Step by step, he slowly walked to the bedside.
"Banwan." He called out Mu Wanwan's name in a hoarse voice, as if to test whether she was really asleep.
Mu Wanwan didn't move, and even lowered the frequency of some breathing.
In fact, it was obvious that she was pretending to be asleep, but in the eyes of a lemon vinegar dragon, there was only the unsightly hairpin of the pure heart jade on the lady's head.
Mr. Long stretched out his hand gently, and surreptitiously replaced the hairpin on Muwan's head with the one he brought back.
His movements are gentle, but his hands are too big_(:3」∠)_
Although Mr. Long has tried his best not to damage his wife's hairstyle, he still messed up her hair.
"..." Mr. Long's big palms fiddled with Mu Wanwan's hair a little bewildered, making her itchy and about to break out.
When the ugly hairpin was finally finished, Lemon Dragon and Mu Wanwan's foreheads were already full of sweat.
It's just that one is cold sweat, and the other is hot and dying.
After a while, when Mu Wanwan was about to sit up and grab Mr. Long's collar and ask him what he wanted to do, Mr. Long finally moved again.
He rubbed onto the bed cautiously.
Mu Wanwan: "..."
There was an unstoppable force on the back of the waist, and when Mu Wan came back to her senses, she was already surrounded by Mr. Long, who was lying on the bed, with his long arms and long legs, together with a quilt. .
Mu Wanwan: "... ??"
"Madam." Mr. Long buried his head on the bent shoulders of the silkworm baby Mu, his voice was hoarse and aggrieved, like a little dragon cub smaller than Mao Jiu, "I must not like it."
"Can't you not like it, okay?"
Mu Wanwan's ears became hot all of a sudden, she felt that her waist was bound, as if she had found the source of the nightmare last night.
With such a heavy dragon pressing her long hands and feet on top of her, she won't be a ghost if she doesn't have nightmares.
Mu Wanwan blushed and didn't dare to listen to what Mr. Long said, so he used these messy imaginations to cover up his heart that was about to give in.
However, Mr. Long is addicted.
The lady across the quilt was so soft, so soft, so comfortable, so comfortable, he couldn't help but pushed the person into his arms a little more.
Mr. Long's voice suddenly became cold and hoarse, "Say, who gave you the hairpin and pendant? Did you find a new furry outside?"
When Mu Wanwan listened to Lemon Dragon's words, he didn't feel any annoyance in his heart. Instead, he had an inexplicable sense of vicissitudes that "it turns out that Mr. Long would say so much at one time".
She thought that it seemed too early for her to wake up now, maybe Mr. Long was going to say something else.
"Me." Mr. Long shook his black eyelashes.
His tone became a little more subdued, just when Mu Wanwan thought that Mr. Long might be angry.
She heard him say, "I'm sorry."
His eyes widened slightly, and Mu Wanwan's hand gripping Wei Jiao tightened.
"I came back late," Mr. Long hugged her tightly, "I'm sorry."
"Don't despise me." He slowly closed his eyes, and his voice softened, like the wind blowing in her ears.
He was bald, and she must not like it.
"You can't have other furry outside, okay..."
The last few words were like string sounds that slowly disappeared, hitting Mu Wanwan's heart little by little.
This big stupid dragon, this hateful and lovely dragon.
Her favorite Mr. Long.
Why does she think she dislikes him with bald ears...
She couldn't hold back anymore, Mu Wanwan really didn't want to be like before, she stopped covering it up, opened her eyes and tried to get out of the quilt.
The moment Mr. Long noticed that she was moving, he immediately reacted, and the lady was awake!
Perhaps too nervous, Mr. Long subconsciously hugged Mu Wanwan harder.
Mu Wanwan struggled hard, and when he finally broke through the shackles of a certain dragon and got out of the quilt, he felt that his waist was about to break.
She held in the quilt for a long time, and when she stuck her head out, she couldn't help but take a few breaths.
"Um... huh... ah ah..."
It was obviously just a normal gasping sound, but it sounded like a blockbuster in the ears of a certain dragon whose brain was short-circuited.
The bald ears that Mr. Long had managed to hide suddenly popped up. He looked at Mu Wan's slightly open collar with an indescribable look, his eyes greedily from her black hair scattered on the pillow, along her reddish hair. The root of the ear, all the way down to her white neck...