I Married A Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating - Chapter 182

Eighty Dragons (1)

Mu Wanwan finally managed to break free and tried to turn around to see Mister Long’s expression.

However, Mister Long, whether out of nervousness or something else, held onto her tightly. Mu Wanwan struggled several times but couldn’t move.

Feeling a bit exhausted, her ears slowly turned pink. “Your Majesty, let go of me,” she said.

As soon as she spoke, her voice echoed in the quiet room, and Mister Long’s blood seemed to freeze in an instant. All the tender thoughts that had just surfaced were replaced by worry. He instinctively loosened his grip, looking a bit at a loss.

Mu Wanwan seized the opportunity to turn around and meet his eyes.

She had never seen Mister Long with such an expression before. Perhaps because the curse marks had faded significantly, his emotions were more easily discernible. The curve of his lips was lower than usual, and there was a flash of helplessness in his dark, cold eyes.

Mu Wanwan also noticed the ears that had popped out on his head. Being closer, she could see more clearly—

They weren’t that bald, just a lot sparser on top.

Mu Wanwan’s lips curved into a small smile. Without hesitation or doubt, she shifted her body, inch by inch, and before Mister Long could react, she slipped out from the edge of the blanket and leaned against his chest.

She was full of warmth, and the sensation of their bodies touching was so vivid that a tingling sensation shot up from his tailbone; Mister Long froze completely—

What was she doing? Why wasn’t she angry?

“Your Majesty,” Mu Wanwan began, intending to address him as Mister Long, but feeling it necessary to remind this dragon of his status.

Sensing Mister Long’s sudden tension, she felt a bit amused. “There’s no other furry thing,” she gently reassured him.

Mister Long listened as she softly said, “There’s no other furry thing, only you.”

He seemed frozen in place, his vision slightly blurred. When he came back to himself, he felt a small force against his clothes.

Lowering his head, he saw Mu Wanwan glance at him with a blush, then quickly look away, though she still held onto his front lapels.

His little wife was clearly very nervous.

Mister Long, who had been trembling nervously, suddenly reduced the movement of his trembling bald ears. His body slowly relaxed, but his temperature rose.

Mu Wanwan had been quite warm before, but after crawling out from under the blanket, having sweated a bit, and with the outside temperature being low, she felt a bit chilly, causing a slight shiver.

“Cold?” Mister Long’s voice, which had returned to its dominant and cold demeanour, was slightly deeper. Before she could react, she felt a force around her waist and was pressed against his chest.

Her cheek was pressed against his slightly warm chest, which didn’t feel soft at all.

In fact, there was something prickly against her cheek that made her uncomfortable.

Mister Long’s long arms encircled her, keeping his face hidden from Mu Wanwan’s view, and he blushed.

“Still cold?” It was probably the first time he had uttered such endearments, and his voice trembled.

Mu Wanwan could smell the cool scent from his body, and she felt like she was starting to heat up. “I-I’m feeling better now.”

The two of them were at a loss for words, the ambiguous tension in the air on the verge of materializing. Mister Long tightened his grip around the person in his arms, gradually calming down from that exhilarating state. Sourly, he looked at the hairpin on her head and couldn’t resist after a while, “Hairpin.”

Hearing him using a seemingly indifferent tone to speak such jealous words made Mu Wanwan surprisingly feel a bit sweet inside.

But she was still a bit upset about his lateness in returning. “First, tell me why you were late.”

He had promised that he would take just three to five days.

But then Mu Wanwan thought of the crystal ball, and the sorry sight of Little Mister Long covered in blood. She had seen the bloodstains under his robe before losing consciousness. Suddenly, she didn’t want to know anymore, muttering, “Forget it, don’t say anything.

Mister Long released Mu Wanwan, and as she looked on in surprise, sat up with a cold expression, a streak of light flashing at his fingertips, plunging the once bright room into darkness completely.

Before Mu Wanwan could react, she saw Mister Long’s long arms pull over a side of the blanket, enveloping both of them.

In the pitch-black darkness, Mu Wanwan went, “??!”

Mister Long carefully tucked away his broken horns and, taking advantage of Mu Wanwan’s obscured vision, accurately touched his forehead to hers, his voice hoarse, “It’s a long story.”

Seeing his little wife staring around wide-eyed in the darkness, he added, “Cold.”

Mu Wanwan, who had been clearly set up, “…”

She was no longer as excited as before. She realized that despite Mister Long’s strength and age, over a hundred years older than her, deep down, he was still that immature dragon cub.

Still so stubborn and so awkward.

Listening to her own heartbeat accelerating slowly in the dark night, Mu Wanwan felt extremely embarrassed and thought—

Even so, she was so moved, and so fond of him.

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