I Married A Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating - Chapter 181

Seventy-nine Dragons (2)

She remained in her previous position, not moving an inch, the warm breath from her exhalations making her head feel dizzy. What was he up to now? This time, she was determined to catch him in the act!

Her heart beat faster. Mister Long was like two different beings when she was asleep and when she was awake: a shy, awkward dragon versus a cold, aloof emperor. Without his furry ears, which acted as a telltale sign of his emotions, it was impossible to communicate properly with him.

This time, she was determined to seize the opportunity!

The wheelchair was pushed aside with some force, and Mister Long, his handsome face twisted, stood up. He made no attempt to hide the fact that he could move normally now. Step by step, he slowly approached the bed.

“Wanwan.” His voice was hoarse as he called her name, as if testing to see if she was really asleep.

Mu Wanwan didn’t move, even lowering the frequency of her breathing a little.

Her act of pretending to sleep was pretty obvious, but in the eyes of a sour, jealous dragon, all he could see was the offending hairpin on her head.

Gently, he reached out and stealthily replaced the hairpin Jiu Qing had given her with the one he had brought back. His movements were gentle, but his hands were too large for the delicate task.

Although Mister Long tried his best not to mess up his wife’s hairstyle, he still ended up making her hair untidy.

“…” Mister Long’s large hands awkwardly fumbled with Mu Wanwan’s hair, making her feel ticklish and almost unable to keep her composure.

By the time he had finally managed to fix the hairpin in place, both the sour Mister Long and Mu Wanwan were covered in sweat. One was drenched in cold sweat, while the other was hot and almost exhausted.

After a while, just as Mu Wanwan was about to sit up and grab Mister Long by the collar to ask him what he was up to, he finally moved again.

He carefully crept onto the bed.

Mu Wanwan, “…”

She felt an irresistible force on her lower back, and by the time she realised what was happening, she found herself lying flat on the bed, wrapped up in the quilt, with Mister Long’s long arms and legs encircling her.

Mu Wanwan: “…??”

“Wife.” Mister Long buried his head in Mu Wanwan’s shoulder, his voice hoarse and pitiful like a little dragon cub even smaller than the feathery bird. “You can’t not like me.”

“You can’t not like me, okay?”

Mu Wanwan’s ears burned, and she felt her waist being tightly hugged, realised this was the source of her nightmares last night. With such a heavy dragon’s long arms and legs wrapped around her, it was no wonder she had bad dreams.

Her face flushed bright red, and she didn’t dare listen to what Mister Long was saying, using these distracting thoughts to cover up her nearly surrendered heart.

However, Mister Long had become addicted to holding her.

With the quilt between them, his wife felt so soft and comfortable in his arms. He couldn’t help but press her closer.

Mister Long’s voice suddenly took on a cold, husky tone. “Tell me, who gave you the hairpin and pendant? Have you found another fluffy creature outside?”

Hearing the sour Mister Long’s words, Mu Wanwan didn’t feel any anger. Instead, she felt a strange sense of melancholy, thinking, So, Mister Long can actually say so many words at once.

She thought that waking up now might be too soon; maybe Mister Long had more to say.

“I.” Mister Long’s dark eyelashes trembled. His tone grew even heavier, and just when Mu Wanwan thought he might get angry, she heard him say, “I’m sorry.”

Mu Wanwan’s eyes widened slightly, and she tightened her grip on the quilt.

“I came back late,” Mister Long said, holding her tightly. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t dislike me.” He slowly closed his eyes, his voice softening, like a breeze whispering in her ear.

His fur was gone, and he was certain she didn’t like him anymore.

“Please, don’t find another fluffy creature outside…”

The last few words faded like a disappearing melody, striking Mu Wanwan’s heart bit by bit.

This big, silly dragon, this infuriating yet lovable dragon.

Her favourite dragon, Mister Long.

Why would he think she despised his bald ears…?

She couldn’t hold back anymore. Mu Wanwan didn’t want to continue like this. She stopped pretending, opened her eyes, and moved her arms and legs, trying to get out of the blanket.

The moment Mister Long sensed her movement, he understood immediately. She was awake!

Perhaps being over-nervous, Mister Long instinctively tightened his embrace around her.

Mu Wanwan struggled with all her might, and when she finally broke free from his grip and emerged from the blanket, she felt as if her waist was about to break.

She had been suffocating under the blanket for a while and couldn’t help but gasp for air once she stuck her head out.

“Ah… ha… ha…”

It was just normal panting, but to the short-circuited brain of Mister Long, it sounded like a bomb going off.

The ears he had tried so hard to hide popped out instantly. He looked at Mu Wanwan’s slightly open collar with an indescribable expression, his gaze greedily tracing from her dishevelled black hair on the pillow, down to her slightly flushed ears, and all the way to her fair neck…

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