Mu Wanwan didn't hesitate anymore, stepped on the soft mattress carefully, gently lifted the quilt on the outside, and slowly sat down on the quilt.
She put out only one light, and at about two or three in the morning, it was pitch black outside, and there was only a dim light in the whole room.
Mu Wanwan lay down, and her tired waist and legs touched the soft quilt for a long time, so she couldn't help but let out a sigh. The originally cool quilt was stained with body temperature, and it heated up little by little, just like her cheeks, a little bit of crimson.
Although she told herself not to worry about a certain dragon sleeping next to her, in the quiet space, Mr. Long's very weak breathing was so obvious that Mu Wanwan couldn't help turning her head and glanced at him quietly.
Mr. Long lay motionless in the red bed, well-behaved. From her perspective, he could only see half of his cheeks with strong contours, and those long, somewhat enviable eyelashes, which were curved and thick.
Mu Wanwan silently reached out and touched his eyelashes, then turned his head silently.
It is probably impossible for her to have long and curled eyelashes in her life...
Mu Wanwan would have thought she couldn't fall asleep. After all, it was the first time in her life that she slept in the same bed with the opposite sex, but soon, she fell into a dark dreamland. Those wild thoughts didn't even have room to play, so she was exhausted. Press and rub on the bed.
She slept soundly, unable to lift a finger when she was tired, and lay peacefully on the bed.
The room was quiet for a while. In the quiet room, a faint mist overflowed from the low-grade spirit stone that Mu Wanwan placed in Mr. Long's ear, and then disappeared into the tyrant's body like water vapor.
But it was obvious that the low-grade spirit stone contained too little spiritual power. This process was terrifying for a short period of time. In almost an instant, the originally slightly transparent low-grade spirit stone shattered into annihilation powder.
The room fell into a terrible silence again for a long time.
Perhaps it was almost dawn when Mr. Long's fingers moved slightly.
There was a soft quilt under him, and the original painful and itchy tail had also been treated by someone. The tyrant could feel a layer of low-grade ointment on it, and the sticky feeling on his face disappeared. Wipe your face.
There was a trace of softness in the bottom of his heart, because there was such a trace of spiritual power in the dried-up body, he had the opportunity to try his best to connect a small piece of broken pronucleus, dispel a curse, and relieve some pain.
turn out to be…
Does she really hate him
Mr. Long couldn't explain the feeling in his heart. She would not dislike his dirty tail.
With a movement in his heart, a ray of spiritual consciousness slowly spread out, slowly scanning everything around him.
Last time, he was too narrow-minded.
As soon as his consciousness touched the bright red quilt embroidered with mandarin ducks, Mr. Long seemed to have been scalded by something, and suddenly withdrew his consciousness, his heart beating violently after a long absence—
How could she...
It turns out that the soft things under him are not just simple quilts, but are they happy quilts
Did she accept herself and want to be with her...
His ears were very hot. For the first time, the pain in the meridians couldn't compare to the beating heartbeat. Mr. Long tentatively, slowly, once again drew out a ray of consciousness, and slowly moved from the red quilt that made him extremely embarrassed. rippling.
The room was still a familiar one, and the jade bed was also the one he often slept on, but there were two more dazzling quilts on it, and in another quilt not far from him, there was a defenseless, sleepy one. Sweet people.
The blood flows slowly, if Mu Wanwan is awake, if the black and red curse mark is not so obvious, she will definitely find that Mr. Long's exposed face, neck, and two ears have all changed. The powder is about to advance to a deep red color.
She slept peacefully beside a bastard dragon who was considered by everyone to be disabled and disgusting, and a tyrant who was considered cruel and murderous by everyone.
Mr. Long struggled to move his consciousness slowly, and that wisp of consciousness that was even lighter than air slowly slid from Mu's curved neck, all the way across her cheeks, nose tip, eyelashes, forehead...
She doesn't look particularly good-looking.
At his peak, he had seen countless flattering beauties, but he was still a single tyrant thinking with red ears.
She shouldn't be very pretty...
But the only divine sense that Mr. Silong can use, but I don't know if it is out of control, slowly sliding across Mu Wanwan's sleeping cheeks, and finally resting on her dry lips, trembling, falling down. Feather-like blows, and then—
It disappeared suddenly as if it had never appeared.
His cheeks were so hot that Mr. Long felt a little dizzy. While suppressing the pain that was gradually surging in his body, he thought vaguely with red ears—
Is this what it's like to kiss a lady
Really different.
The author has something to say: Mr. Long: The feeling of kissing is great! ! (shy ing)
Mu Wanwan: (I don't know anything about the sound sleep series)
The little angel was bald and worried: "No! This is not the feeling of kissing! Mr. Long, wake up!! You are so excited when your consciousness touches you, what can you do in the future!"