I Married A Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating - Chapter 68

Thirty-four Dragons (1)

Mister Long sent out a wisp of divine consciousness slowly. It went around the bold red wedding quilt somewhat shyly, then little by little, clung to the corner of Mu Wanwan’s clothes.

She was wearing a light blue long tunic today. The cuffs were padded with a little cotton, probably because it was getting colder outside.

From the hem of her clothes, the divine consciousness slowly reached her cheek——

She was a little fairer than when he saw her before, but she was also a little thinner. There were faint dark circles under her eyes, probably due to the tiring work of taking care of him. An indescribable soreness rose in his heart. Mister Long’s divine consciousness brushed Mu Wanwan’s eyelashes lightly, like an invisible breeze, caressing gently.

Her head was lowered, and she seemed to be making a purse.

The light is warm. Although he was only experiencing this through his divine consciousness, Mister Long felt more at ease than he had ever felt before.

How nice— she was still by his side.

Her eyelashes were still curved like he had seen before. They weren’t very long, but the arc of their curvature hooked the dragon’s heart and made it itchy.

Mister Long relaxed a little, then felt that his body seemed to be a little different from before again——

His right arm moved slightly, and he felt soft fabric—it was cottony and very soft.

His heart swelled. Probably because he was excited, his pair of white ears that were exposed outside also began twitching slightly.

Despite the awful pain in his meridians, Mister Long could not bear to retract his divine consciousness, and just watched her quietly embroider a purse. The motif she was embroidering was somewhat abstract; in fact, he didn’t understand it at all——

There were two ugly horn-like things embroidered with gold thread, and next to the horns, there were two pointy things embroidered with white thread.

Mister Long was completely unaware that Mu Wanwan had actually already discovered his little secret, and just watched her embroider the purse with trembling ears. After watching for a while, when he saw that she had finally finished he tensed up a little nervously, his fingertips unconsciously touching the inner garments that his wife had just changed him into.

Although his tail was still bare, at least he was no longer a naked dragon.

Moreover, he had just discovered that there was only one quilt on the bed—did that mean that she had been sharing a bed with him these past few days?

Mister Long felt his heart burning up—was it a side effect of losing his heart’s blood?

——Mu Wanwan was entirely unaware that a certain dragon was out of danger and had regained consciousness. She finished embroidering the last stitch, then carefully tucked away the loose ends, making sure to hide them well, before holding up the finished purse and comparing it with Mister Long’s horns.

Although the craftsmanship needed improvement, the broken horns and the pair of ears still looked quite similar.

“Mister Long, if I take this purse out to sell, I definitely won’t be able to sell it.” She couldn’t help but laugh, “I’ll just keep it for myself.”

Mu Wanwan took out a few silver coins and some copper coins and stuffed them all into the dark blue purse. Then, she touched the white furry ears that were embroidered on it, and her hands felt a little itchy.

She wanted to touch Mister Long’s ears again.

But she restrained herself in the end. Even if Mister Long’s ears were furry, they would go bald if she rubbed them more than ten days a day, right?

Mu Wanwan carefully placed the purse next to the pillow, checked to make sure if the door was properly locked, and then got ready to sleep.

She put out most of the lights in the room, leaving only one oil lamp that was about to run out of oil.

The room grew dark. It was so quiet that only the sound of her taking off her outer garment could be heard.

Mister Long was a little nervous. Although he had shared a bed with his wife a few times now, he still couldn’t get used to this sort of couple’s life.

The light gave off an ambiguous charm; he was still her husband in name.

By the time Mu Wanwan’s somewhat cool hand lifted the quilt, Mister Long had already begun to burn up.

Lying on the soft bed after a long time, Mu Wanwan felt even her bones grow soft. She had already not slept for four nights in a row. If in the past, this would have broken the limits of her human body.

Even if she was now a cultivator, not sleeping for so long was also a little hard to bear.

She began to feel sleepy almost as soon as she lay under the covers that were made warm by Mister Long.

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