I Married A Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating - Chapter 177

Seventy-seven Dragons (2)

“Chirp.”

Just as Mister Long was about to carry his beloved wife out of the messy study, Mengmeng, who was now almost a chubby black chick from the multiple fire burps he belched out, turned around and glared at the wicked dragon who had suddenly appeared with its round, angry eyes.

“Chirp! Chirp chirp! Chir—cough!”

The bad dragon took so long to return. If it weren’t for itself, Mu Wanwan would have been burned by the fire!

Mengmeng scolded him angrily, feeling uncomfortable in its stomach. The elixir fire it had just swallowed was too big for it to bear.

Mister Long clicked his tongue, looking at this big fat chirp that his wife brought back, which was now more plump and fluffy than ever. His heart was full of the miserable days to come after losing his furry ears.

He really wanted to throw this chirp on the ground and forget about it.

But it was still weak now. Even if its bloodline was strong, it would be burned through by the elixir fire if he had returned a few hours later.

“Quiet.” In the spacious room, Mister Long’s low voice rang out. He pressed his index finger against his lips, looking at the noisy feathery chirp with a rare gentle expression. “She’s asleep.”

“Chirp.”

In the end, Mister Long couldn’t ignore the chubby chick. He allocated some spiritual energy to suspend the uncomfortable chick behind him, and then returned to the room.

He stuffed an elixir into the chick’s mouth, then forcefully lifted the chick upside down, patting its belly a few times. Mengmeng spat out the elixir fire he had swallowed after the violent treatment.

The poor little chirp kicked its thin legs a couple of times, then passed out from the wicked dragon’s pats.

It took thirty seconds to deal with the future competition for his wife’s attention.

Mister Long curled his lips, feeling a bit pleased.

Just like she did for him in the past, he blushed as he took off her blood-stained clothes, wiped away the blood on her face, smoothed out the scattered hair on her forehead, carefully applied top-grade ointment to her, and watched the wound on her forehead gradually heal before slowly letting out a sigh of relief.

Thank goodness he had brought back many good things this time, otherwise, her forehead would’ve been scarred.

Although he didn’t mind her appearance, he heard from those boasting dragons that women care a lot about their looks and like to dress up.

Before, he was too poor and didn’t have any treasures to give her, so she didn’t have the money to buy exquisite accessories and clothes.

In fact, he had noticed the hairpin she wore on her head a long time ago.

It was made of pure Serenity Jade, which could help alchemists to quickly enter a calm state of mind. It is a precious item that is hard to come by.

Certainly, his wife hadn’t bought it for herself. Someone must have given it to her, right?

Mister Long’s heart surged with jealousy. He couldn’t help but take off the hairpin Jiu Qing had given to Mu Wanwan and replaced it with the Serenity Jade he had brought back. However, it wasn’t as pretty as the one from Jiu Qing, nor as large.

He fell silent for a moment, but still awkwardly and reluctantly placed the hairpin from Jiu Qing at the bedside. He had initially thought of breaking it.

Mister Long’s face showed no expression, only the welling up of grievances in his pitch-black eyes. In a retaliatory manner, he kissed her lips till they were all moist, and it was a while before he left, blushing.

After cleaning Mu Wanwan up, the finicky Mister Long finally took off his tattered and blood-soaked white cloak and robe, frowning. After thinking for a moment, he also took off his inner garments, revealing an upper body covered with new scars.

There were numerous cuts all over, some of them still fresh, oozing with blood.

Mister Long reflexively reached out his large hand to wipe a slightly painful abdominal muscle. He quickly realized what he was doing and his face blushed once again.

Although his wife was currently unconscious, he really seemed to be acting like a… rogue!

The ears that had lost their fur trembled, and Mister Long’s eyelashes quivered.

Originally, he intended to pick out a few gorgeous outfits from the interdimensional storage he just brought back, which had been gifted by others and could reflect his cold and proud appearance. However, after giving it some thought, he opened the closet door with a slight, inexplicable sense of anticipation.

Prominently placed were two new sets of inner garments, alongside deep blue and moon-white robes. There was also a new black feather cloak in his size.

She had bought him clothes again.

Mister Long picked up one of the inner garments and involuntarily rubbed it against his cheek gently. It smelled good—it was the scent of the soap she used.

So happy.

So happy.

He cleaned himself thoroughly, then carefully put on the new clothes and inner garments his wife had bought. After some thought, he took out a bright pink outfit from his interdimensional storage, his palms sweaty with nervousness.

This was the most valuable outfit in his interdimensional storage. After some consideration, he decided to hang it at the bedside so his wife would be able to see it to moment she woke up; she would surely be pleasantly surprised.

“Ugh.” The lingering effects of the curse and the aggravated injuries from the past half month brought a wave of pain. Mister Long let out a muffled groan, pouring a pile of spirit stones from the interdimensional storage onto the ground, stacking them as high as the bed.

After absorbing a considerable amount of spiritual energy, he felt some relief. Looking at Mu Wanwan peacefully immersed in her dreams, he gripped his fingers shyly.

It had been a long time since he had slept with his wife.

He wanted to sleep with her.

A faint blush spread across Mister Long’s handsome cheeks. Without hesitation, he climbed onto the bed with feather-light movements, then carefully slipped under the covers.

The soft and warm touch greeted him, and Mister Long immediately stiffened.

He had overestimated himself; how did he have the confidence that he would be able to just lie in the same bed with her and do nothing?

Quietly turning his head, Mister Long caught a glimpse of Mu Wanwan’s fair collarbone half-hidden under the covers.

He closed his eyes softly, slowly reaching out to hold her hand.

It felt warm, just like before.

He really wanted, so much, to hold her while sleeping.

His bald ears twitched slightly. In the end, the wicked Mister Long couldn’t overcome the desire in his heart. Carefully and gently, he manipulated his wife’s limbs, ignoring her slight discomfort and his rising body temperature, and insisted on pulling her into his embrace.

They went through a marital ceremony, she had touched his dragon tail and horns, which were parts that only partners could touch, and even had intimate skin contact (??). Despite knowing he had pretended to be asleep in the past, she still tenderly accepted him, saying she wasn’t an outsider, and had waited for him for so long.

There was no escape for her now. Even if she later discovered the sharp resilience and stubbornness hidden beneath his seemingly vulnerable appearance, even if she regretted it, she wouldn’t be able to escape.

She had to stay by his side and be his only wife for the rest of his life.

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