I Married A Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating - Chapter 178

Seventy-eight Dragons (1)

Before mentioning a certain shameless dragon who, before falling into a deep sleep, repeatedly and pitifully asked his favourite lady about who gave her the pendant and hairpin, let’s talk about how he continued to stubbornly hold Mu Wanwan’s waist even after he fell asleep.

Although he wasn’t holding her tightly, his arms and chest were hard and firm. Holding his soft wife was very comfortable for him, but for Mu Wanwan, being held by him was not comfortable at all.

Poor Mu Wanwan was already extremely tired, her very soul was exhausted, and now she had to be encircled by a hard and ugly dragon. If it weren’t for the fact that it was winter and the dragon’s body temperature was high enough to make the embrace somewhat bearable, she might have woken up immediately.

Despite this, Mu Wanwan’s sleep was still very torturous.

First, she dreamt that Mister Long hadn’t returned after all. Then, she dreamt that she was back in the cage with Little Mister Long, and a demonic bird rushed in, crazily tearing at their bodies. Mister Long grabbed her waist, the cage disappeared, and they ran away. But somehow, she fell into a huge furnace and felt as though her whole body was burning.

After a long time, the furnace dragon finally woke up. He gently released his lady, whose face was flushed (from the heat), and a bit shyly shook his now somewhat sparse furry ears. Then, he extended his large hand and gently wiped the sweat from her forehead.

Unable to resist, he stole another kiss from her.

Mister Long licked his lips, seemingly savouring the soft taste. It was clearly a rather seductive action, but he carried it out in a very solemn manner

He glanced at the floor, which was strewn with a lot of emptied spirit stones, and then he thought for a moment before shaking out more spirit stones from his interdimensional storage pouch, clearing out a walking path and filling the room with them.

When his wife reached Rank 4 and gained spiritual consciousness, he would give her this interdimensional storage pouch.

“Chirp.” While Mister Long was spreading spirit stones, Mengmeng, who had been scorched black by the fire, finally woke up. It had been smacked painfully by the wicked dragon and, upon awakening, quickly stretched out its little wings to check the tuft of feathers on its head that had just grown back.

This tuft was Mengmeng’s favourite; without it, Mengmeng wouldn’t look as stylish.

After confirming the tuft was intact, the feathery bird stood up on its thin legs. Seeing the floor covered with spirit stones, its big eyes were nearly blinded. The house was suddenly filled with so many shiny things!

Mengmeng loved shiny things the most; they made it feel very comfortable.

Mister Long glanced at the excited feathery bird with a mocking gaze akin to that of a domineering CEO—

Hmph, what an impoverished little bird!

The obscenely wealthy dragon had already forgotten how he had been even more excited than the bird the first time he saw shiny things.

He ignored Mengmeng, letting it roll happily among the shiny stones. Instead, he quickly finished cleaning both of them. Then, he took out the elixirs Mu Wanwan had made for him to carry. He hadn’t eaten them all and thought it would be perfect to give them to his wife now.

To feed her the elixir…

Mister Long’s cheeks flushed. Finally, he could feed her the pills in the way he had always fantasized about, even though this time it was he, not his wife, who was taking the initiative.

“My wife, may I feed you the elixir?” Mister Long thought of how Mu Wanwan had used the same words to touch his ears when he couldn’t respond.

He curved his lips into a smile, lacking the genteel grace of other handsome dragons, instead exuding a roguish charm.

“Can I use…” Mister Long, having a slight sense of moral decency, couldn’t bring himself to say “my mouth.” “Can I feed you that way?”

“If you don’t say anything, I’ll take it as a yes.”

In her semi-conscious state, Mu Wanwan vaguely heard Mister Long’s voice. She was actually somewhat conscious but still very tired and didn’t want to get up.

Feed her elixirs?

Before she could react, she felt her chin being gently held by the dragon’s fingers. His warm, moist, and rapid breaths fell on her lips, causing an undeniable shiver.

What on earth was Mister Long planning to do???

“Be good.” His magnetic, husky voice, strained with emotion, suddenly rang in her ears, leaving her mind blank. A soft, slightly cool touch landed on her lips, mingled with the rich scent of medicinal pills.

Something soft and a bit slippery, along with the Spirit Returning Pill, slipped inside her mouth. The taste of the orange-flavoured pill, infused with dense spiritual energy, spread instantly. Coupled with the gentle, unintentional touches, Mu Wanwan’s mind went completely blank; she couldn’t think of anything.

Mister Long wasn’t faring much better. He already regretted his actions; he felt like he was about to combust.

His face was entirely flushed, except for where the scattered curse marks were. The redness spread down to his neck, even tinting his delicate collarbones with a hint of suggestive crimson.

In the end, although he had intended to kiss her thoroughly, Mister Long surrendered quickly. He swiftly let go of his little wife, pretending to be calm as he wiped away a bit of moisture from her lips.

Then he stood up, “calmly” straightened his slightly dishevelled hair, and walked away faster and faster. He felt hot and needed to go to the side hall to splash some water on his face to cool down.

In reality, Mister Long’s “calmness,” in the eyes of Mengmeng who was filled to the brim after absorbing the shiny spirit stones, looked more like the unsteady steps and flushed face of an old dragon who had overexerted himself→_→

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