Mu Wanwan finally broke free, trying hard to turn around to see the expression on a certain dragon now.
But Mr. Long didn't know if it was nervousness or what, he was holding her tightly, Mu Wanwan moved several times and couldn't move.
She was a little tired, her ears slowly floated pink, "Your Majesty, let me go"
As soon as she opened her mouth, the voice sounded in the quiet room. Mr. Long's blood seemed to freeze in an instant. His charming thoughts that had just risen were all replaced by worry, and he subconsciously let go of Mu Wanwan's hands and feet, a little helpless. froze in place.
Mu Wanwan took the opportunity to turn around and meet his eyes.
She has never seen Mr. Long's expression like this before, perhaps the curse lines have faded a lot, his emotions are easier to capture, the curvature of the corners of his lips is a little lower than usual, and helplessness flashed through his eyes as black as cold pools.
Mu Wanwan also saw the ears popping out of his head, and the closer she got, she could see more clearly—
It's not very bald, it's just that the hair on it is a lot sparser _(:3"∠)_
The corners of Mu Wanwan's lips rose slightly, without entanglement or hesitation, he moved his body, little by little, when Lemon Big Vinegar couldn't react, he got out from the edge of the quilt and leaned against his chest.
Her body was full of heat, and the feeling of touching her limbs was so clear, there was a numbness running all the way from her tailbone, and Mr. Long's entire dragon froze—
What is she doing and why isn't she angry
"Your Majesty." Mu Wanwan originally wanted to be called Mr. Long, but she felt it was necessary to remind this dragon of his identity.
Feeling a certain dragon's instantly tense body, she wanted to laugh, "Nothing else is furry."
Mr. Long listened to her voice and said softly, "There is no other furry, only you."
He seemed to be frozen, and the vision in front of him was a little blurry. When he came back to his senses, a small force came from the front of his clothes.
He lowered his head and saw Mu Wanwan glanced at him with a blushing face, and then quickly moved away, but the hand on his front placket still did not loosen.
His little lady, obviously nervous.
Mr. Long's bald ears, which had been shaking all the time because of nervousness, suddenly became much smaller, his body slowly relaxed, but the heat was getting higher and higher.
Mu Wanwan was originally quite hot, but after getting out of the quilt, she was sweating a little before, and the temperature outside was very low, so she was a little cold and shivered slightly.
"Cold?" The voice of Mr. Long, who had regained his domineering and ruthless personality, came from his ears. Before she could react, a burst of strength came from her waist, and she was pressed into his arms.
His cheeks pressed against his warm chest, not soft at all.
There was even something puckering her cheeks, making her uncomfortable.
Mr. Long's long arms wrapped the man in his arms, blushing where Mu Wanwan couldn't see it.
"Is it still cold?" It was probably the first time he said this kind of love, his voice trembling.
The tip of Mu Wanwan's nose was the cold smell on his body, and it felt like it was about to burn, "Okay, it's better."
The two of them didn't know what to say anymore. The ambiguity in the air was about to become reality. A certain dragon clenched the person in his arms, and gradually calmed down from the fluttering state of excitement, looking at her head sourly. The hairpin on the top of the hairpin, still couldn't hold back after a while, "The hairpin."
Mu Wanwan listened to him saying what Cha Lemon said in a tone that didn't seem to care, and his heart was still a little sweet.
But she was still a little angry that he didn't come back before, and said, "You first say why you came back late."
It was clearly stated, three or five days.
But Mu Wanwan thought of the embarrassed Mr. Xiaolong covered in blood in the crystal ball. What I saw before the coma, the blood that fell from his robe, suddenly didn't want to know anymore, so he said, "Forget it, don't talk about it."
However, Mr. Long sent Mu Wanwan away, and under her somewhat surprised eyes, he half sat up, with a cold face, a stream of light flashed through his fingertips, and the room that was still lit was completely plunged into darkness.
Before Mu Wanwan could react, he saw Mr. Long's long arms pull over the quilt on one side, and then wrapped both of them.
The dark Mu Wanwan in front of him: "??!"
Mr. Long carefully put away the broken horn on his forehead, bullying Mu Wanwan, who didn't see it as clearly as he did, and pressed it on her forehead accurately, "It will take a long time to talk."
Seeing his little lady blankly trying to open her eyes in the dark, he added, "Cold."
The arranged clear and plain Mu Wanwan: ""
She was a little bit of a Buddha, and she was not as excited as she was at the beginning. She found that although Mr. Long was very powerful, and he was over a hundred years old, he was so many years older than her, but he was still the childish dragon cub in his bones.
Still so obscene, so twisted.
Mu Wanwan listened to her heartbeat speeding up little by little in the dark night, and thought to herself—
But even so, she was so heartbroken and so fond of it.
In the dark night, the two were very close, and Mu Wanwan could hear his slightly rapid breathing, which was hot and humid.
"I encountered snow." Mr. Long skipped the part where he was in danger and almost didn't come back, "Looking for Liang Jingjing for a long time."
Mu Wanwan knew that he must be hiding something, and the touch on his chest that she felt just now flashed in her mind. A guess slowly rose in her heart, she bit her lip, stretched out her hand, and touched Mr. Long's chest.
There was a sullen groan in her ears, and Mu Wanwan became more and more firm in her thoughts. When she woke up, she saw that the dragon seemed to be fine, and the mark on his face had lightened, so she thought he was not injured much.
But
Under the palm of the hand, there is still an uneven touch across the brocade.
She couldn't take it anymore, and didn't want to watch him recover from his wounds alone like before.
Mr. Xiaolong was like that, and the older Mr. Long was like that. Now that she has finally come to his side, it is impossible to let go.
Mu Wanwan bit her lip and reached out to untie Mr. Long's belt. She wanted to see how many injuries this stupid dragon was trying to hide from her.
She only wanted to see Mr. Long's injury.
But in a certain longan→_→
That is, Madam suddenly touched his chest and unbuttoned his clothes
The lemon dragon suddenly turned into a braised dragon. Mr. Long in the dark was red all the way from his cheeks to his neck. He could clearly feel her movements, but he shamelessly did not refuse.
He hadn't thought so fast, he hadn't been mentally prepared yet.
And what to do, he still doesn't know very well. Those dragons said that if the dragon didn't know how to do it, it would be a very disgraceful thing, and even the dragon he liked would leave.
He used to think he didn't need to study, but now he regrets it a little.
In case the lady dislikes his ability
The light-black brocade clothes faded, and Mu Wanwan gradually got used to the darkness, and could see a little more vaguely. She only saw the large areas of Mr. Long's profanity dyed red. She reached out and touched his chest carefully, and the crisscrossing ups and downs came from her fingertips, making her distressed and angry.
"Mrs." Mr. Long couldn't stand being touched by her. He was short of breath. He only felt that the flames ignited from the places she touched, and strangely spread them to some places (?), making Long feel a little uncomfortable and uncomfortable. know what to do.
He had never felt this way before, his big hand grabbed Mu Wanwan's wrist, and his voice was restrained, "Itching."
Mu Wanwan was very angry, broke free from his palm, but couldn't bear to push him away, "You are injured."
As soon as she spoke, the heat was on his lips, and Mr. Long's breath stopped for a moment. Seeing her eyelashes stained with tears in the dark, he rarely followed his own heart. "I don't feel pain."
His tone was rare and gentle, but it was utterly clumsy. The heat on his forehead did not subside, but it was hotter than before, "Don't cry."
Mu Wanwan knew that he probably didn't want to worry about himself, so he closed his eyes, reached out and grabbed his palm, and found that the dragon's palm was full of sticky sweat.
She made a "hmm" and clasped his fingers together in the dark night.
"Bring me."
Mr. Long's long eyelashes swept across her face, and he quietly heard her say, "You can't leave me in the future."
She said the words that made Long tremble, and those entanglements and fears seemed to dissipate at this moment.
Although it is dark now, Mr. Long feels as if his world is lit up.
She came to him, more precious than anything.
The tip of his nose was bumped, and before Mu Wanwan came out of his sad mood, he heard him say restrainedly, "Think."
"Dear."
"Okay?"
Mu Wanwan's heart is sour and sweet, she wonders if you are a dragon who steals kisses, but her body is very honest and does not refuse.
She closed her eyes gently, and slowly felt a soft touch on her lips.
His lips were very soft, and when he slowly kissed him, he carried a cherished care.
The interlocking fingers were held tightly by the other party, as if the other party would disappear as soon as they were released.
Time seems to have stopped, everything is not important, only each other.
But the lips only touched for a few seconds before Mr. Long left.
The innocent girl Long blushed more terrifying than Mu Wanwan, and he didn't even dare to look at Mu Wanwan's expression now.
"" Mu Wanwan didn't expect that he would just touch it so innocently, but Mr. Long has made great progress from refusing like that before and now no longer avoiding it.
She thought that she would have a long life in Japan, and there would be many opportunities in the future.
But Long didn't know if he knew the taste of kissing when he was awake. When Mu Wanwan was about to talk to Mr. Long about the hairpin and discuss the future, he heard the dragon embarrassed and said, "Kiss again. "
Mu Wanwan: ""
She was actually moved.
One person and one dragon are childish to death. In the dark night created by Mr. Long, you come and go, and light lips touch lips.