I Married a Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating

Seventy-one Dragons (1)

Time passed quickly, and before she knew it, Mu Wanwan had already spent about four days with the awake and conscious dragon.

After completely understanding how awkward and obstinate Mister Long was, she had gained new insights as to how to interact with him.

A new day began with her greeting the standoffish dragon.

“Good morning, Mister Long~”

She received a cool nod in response.

“Mister Long, would you like to try a different spiritual fruit today?”

She got a low, raspy “Anything,” in reply.

“Mister Long, I’ve dried your scales and put them away.”

This time, the dragon seemed a bit embarrassed, and his caretaker, Mu Wanwan, noticed his ears twitching shyly.

“Mister Long, the sun is shining outside.”

Mu Wanwan glanced outside at the sunshine breaking through the clouds, warming the clean courtyard. She paused in her task of tending to Mengmeng and said to the dragon in the wheelchair, “I’ll push you outside to bask in the sun.”

“I remember when I first met you, I thought it would be nice if I could save up and buy you a wheelchair one day,” Mu Wanwan didn’t wait for his response but went straight to his side and pushed him outside.

The wind was gentle today, and much of the snow in the courtyard had melted. Mu Wanwan brought the spirit chicks, Mengmeng, and some recently cultivated spirit plants out to enjoy the sunshine.

Mister Long tilted his head slightly, holding the last medium-grade spirit stone she had given him, and looked at the blue sky enclosed by the courtyard. A warm feeling welled up in his heart.

His spiritual energy had almost completely recovered, and over the past few days, perhaps thanks to what she fed him, his curse had also alleviated a little. His strength had returned to about fifty percent of its former level. According to his initial plan, it was time for him to leave.

He feigned indifference as he glanced at Mu Wanwan, who had placed a small stool beside him and was sitting there. His deep black eyes shone like pale ink-coloured glass in the sunlight. Mu Wanwan raised her head slightly and could see the golden glint on his eyelashes. Even the fine downy hair on Mister Long’s handsome and pale face was glinting gold, and the curse patterns on his face seemed to have faded considerably.

He wasn’t an ugly dragon at all. In fact, he was very good-looking.

Mu Wanwan was once again captivated by his appearance and averted her gaze uneasily. Then, remembering something, she took out a small interdimensional pouch from her pocket and stuffed it into his hand without asking for his opinion. As their fingers touched, she quickly withdrew her hand.

Mu Wanwan lowered her head slightly, focusing on the feathery chip that was trying its best to be cute not far away. Yet, when she spoke, it was words of concern for the dragon, “Mister Long, I’ve saved this up the past few days. You might find it useful.”

Since that night, Mister Long had remained awkward during the day, but he gradually returned to his previous condition. Mu Wanwan noticed that his leg was getting better day by day, and since yesterday, he could support himself and get on the bed with his own strength.

Mu Wanwan could sense that he was slowly getting better. In the novel she had read, the plot had only progressed to shortly after Mister Long woke up. Although she didn’t know what would happen next, it seemed like this dragon would have to endure a lot.

On account of him being honest with himself and secretly holding her hand the past few nights, she decided not to argue with this obstinate dragon. Instead, she prepared more elixirs for him, hoping for his swift recovery.

So, she had been working tirelessly on refining elixirs the last few days. She believed that sooner or later, he would say something different, right?

With her head slightly lowered, Mu Wanwan looked at the cotton shoes she was wearing, then discreetly glanced at the pair of cloth slippers on a certain dragon’s feet. She made a mental note to buy him a pair of shoes during her upcoming trip.

She waited for the dragon to speak. When the dragon opened the interdimensional pouch, his heart surged with warmth.

There were only two small jade bottles inside.

One contained the hard-earned Grade 2 Spirit Returning Pills that she had managed to refine. The other held Grade 2 Condensed Snow Pills, which she had spent considerable effort to produce.

There were only six Spirit Returning Pills, and even fewer Snow Condensation Pills—only three.

But still…

The dragon’s eyes were dim, yet they harboured indescribable emotions, bathed in the gentle warmth of sunlight.

She had worked so hard, and there were dark circles under her eyes.

A Rank 3 cultivator had worn herself out like an ordinary mortal. When he lay beside her every night, he could feel the exhaustion in her soul.

It was all for him.

Mister Long put away the interdimensional pouch. He gazed at the hair hanging down from her temples and at the faint blush on her fair cheeks, listening to her soft, hopeful words as she spoke about various things. “I’ll be able to go outside soon. This time, I’m thinking of buying something different to cook. Your Grace, do you like sweet things? “

His heart, once shrouded in darkness, dampness, and gloom, seemed to be gradually illuminated by her, bathed in waves of warmth.

He also wanted, so badly, to do something for her.

Mister Long put away the interdimensional pouch, and a hint of warmth appeared on his face. His lips parted as he formed her name in his mouth, and after struggling for a while, he blushed and uttered, “Wanwan.”

In her ears, she heard a cool and restrained voice, but for some reason, Mu Wanwan seemed to have heard something incredibly miraculous. Her eyes widened and her earlobes grew hot. She turned her head abruptly to meet Mister Long’s expressionless handsome face.