I Married a Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating

Mr. Long didn't wait long before he felt that she was still slowly moving over with some chilly body, and her heart was beating constantly.

Since she is much more sensitive than ordinary people, Mr. Long can clearly feel that she lifted a corner of the quilt and got in bit by bit, first with arms, then legs...

Because he didn’t plan to sleep with Mr. Long before, Mr. Long slept in the center of the quilt. Mu Wanwan gently pulled the corners of the quilt, and could barely touch his half without touching Mr. Long. Cover your body.

So the half of the body close to Mr. Long could clearly feel the warm heat transmitted from him, but the half of the body that was not covered with the quilt was very cold, forming a sharp contrast with the other side.

Mu Wanwan was a little embarrassed, but she was too exhausted during the day and she didn't sleep well in the first half of the night. Now she was exhausted. Thinking of Mr. Long, she didn't have any consciousness anyway. It shouldn't matter if her arm touched a little bit. The wound on Mr. Long's tail is just fine.

In Mu Wanwan's mind, heaven and man fought for a while, but decided to bow to the cooling forces.

She thought about it, and first removed herself from the quilt...

She is still wearing very heavy clothes, it will be very uncomfortable to cover the quilt, just take off a few coats first.

It's just that her sudden departure made Mr. Long a little uncomfortable. He was actually ready when she got in a little bit, but that person suddenly left.

Mr. Long felt a bit of sourness in his heart that he didn't know what it was, and he even felt a little wronged.

Wasn't she ready to do anything?

There was a swift voice in his ear. Before Mr. Long had reacted to the loss of Mu Wanwan's departure, he felt that the quilt moved again. This time, Mu Wanwan's movements were much larger than the previous one. The whole body got in.

Because Mr. Long previously occupied most of the quilt, Mu Wanwan still inevitably touched Mr. Long’s arm when she was moving, but she quickly adjusted her posture, carefully kept a distance from Mr. Long, and kept herself away. He curled up, and shrank his legs cautiously.

Although there is no pillow, it is better than sleeping outside. After thinking about it, Mu Wanwan said softly, "Mr. Long, it's raining. I don’t have a quilt. It’s so cold. Let’s make do with you for a few nights. You shouldn’t have it. Comment."

She couldn't help laughing twice, thinking of something, and whispered, "You didn't realize it, you wouldn't know if I took advantage of you... so sleepy..."

The first time she was so close to him, her voice seemed to be much clearer than usual. It was clearly just a voice, but it seemed to be a sound wave, circle by circle, with no more than tens of centimeters of air, all of a sudden. Attacked on Mr. Long's heart.

He felt that his face was a little hot, and besides the pain of shattering, there seemed to be a little more in the meridians.

Mr. Long was a little confused. He could only feel Mu Wanwan's contented sigh and gradually calming breathing. The apex of his heart trembled, but he slowly calmed down.

It turned out that she wanted to sleep with him only because of the cold, and she didn't mean anything else.

Mr. Long was a little lost and felt a little uncomfortable...

He is so ugly now, his tail is still not good, he vomits blood in the afternoon, and it is normal for the wife to dislike him and not want to be with him. And the lady doesn't know that he is awake yet, I'm afraid she can't do anything else.

Mr. Long gradually calmed down, silently feeling the breathing of the people around him, only felt that the temperature from her body was astonishingly hot, and he was a little dizzy.

and…

She was so close to him, so close that he could touch her if he stretched out his hand.

Mr. Long moved in his heart, awkwardly directing his ring finger and little finger, which he could only move not long ago, forward a little bit, then forward again.

Because most of the meridians were not connected well, Mr. Long just moved forward about a few centimeters, and he couldn't move anymore in pain.

His forehead hurts in cold sweat, but the only movable fingertips still can't help but want to touch her, as long as they touch her a little bit, as long as they meet a little bit.

Mr. Long’s fingertips slid along the sheets, but the ten centimeters between him and Mu Wanwan were so far away. When he was about to give up, the sleeping Mu Wanwan moved. The movement caused him to stop the small movement.

But soon, Mr. Long discovered that because she had moved just now, the tip of her left finger was just a little bit in front of the tip of his right finger.

The heart beats faster and faster, and Mr. Long in the dark night is red from ears to cheeks. This time he only moved forward a little bit hard and touched the tip of her little finger.

Soft, a little hot, nails are short, fingertips are round, warm body temperature is passed along the fingertips of one person and one dragon...

Mr. Long is getting familiar soon, and Mr. Long feels that he is really broken.

But he didn't remove his hand, and only touched the little fingertips of Mu Wanwan's two people, his heart bulged, and the corners of his lips were slightly bent.

…

However, when Mu Wanwan woke up the next morning and found that he was actually holding Mr. Long's hand, he was still very embarrassed.

Her sleeping posture is still very good, because she was worried that she would touch Mr. Long's tail, so she was curled up all the time. It was the hand that had crossed the line without knowing what was going on.

Mu Wanwan didn't know that a certain dragon who was fainting and waking up last night was actually a little bit happy in his heart, so he quickly let go of Mr. Long's hand and quickly got up.

It was still raining outside, but the sky was bright, Mu Wanwan got up to boil water to deal with housework, and checked the burning grass seedlings she cultivated yesterday. The little burning grass she cultivated for the first time seemed to have grown a little bit overnight. The other dozen seedlings have grown significantly.

Mu Wanwan consumed one-tenth of his spiritual energy and simply processed the twenty burning grasses. After checking it, he found that the two low-grade spirit stones beside Mr. Long's pillow had not moved, and he was relieved.

She used a basin of hot water and cut a small piece from the ginseng. She was going to help Mr. Long brush his teeth and wash his face, rub some medicine on his tail, and replace the piece of ginseng in his mouth.

"Mr. Long, the dressing is changed." Because she didn't like the feeling of being too quiet all the time, Mu Wanwan chose to use Mr. Long as her chat partner.

His tail is much better than yesterday, and his self-healing ability is very strong. Mu Wanwan helped him put some ointment on him, washed his hands, and slowly moved closer to Mr. Long's mouth.

Mu Wanwan watched her fingers get closer and closer to his beautiful blue-purple lips, and a hint of guilt suddenly rose in her heart. What the **** was this illusion of bullying the good-looking baby dragon.

But no matter what, the ginseng slices still have to be changed.

And it was changed yesterday, how can she twitch it now.

Mu Wanwan took a deep breath, gently squeezed Mr. Long's chin with one hand, and slowly put his fingers in.

His teeth are a bit pointed and his tongue is very soft...

Mu Wanwan's face was a little red, and he quickly picked up the ginseng slice that had almost been absorbed cleanly. He picked up the thing that was prepared for cleaning his mouth and helped Mr. Long quickly clean his teeth, and then stuffed him with a new piece of ginseng. Ginseng slices.

When she finished all this, the warm feeling of her fingertips belonging to Mr. Long's tongue still did not fade away. Mu Wanwan was a little dizzy, and wanted to stay away from this plant dragon, so she changed her clothes and went to the yard with an umbrella. Digged.

In the morning, apart from handling chores, she cultivated five burning grass seeds and dug enough soil. After lunch, she began to concentrate on cultivating the seeds of Bixingcao.

The seeds of Bixingcao are slightly larger and harder than those of burning grass.

Worrying that the seedlings of the two blue star grasses would repel each other when they were planted together, Mu Wanwan specially divided many small pots, each of which was filled with soil and a bit of spiritual soil given by the uncle Zong.

She picked up a blue star grass seed, and based on the two days of cultivating burning grass, she began to slowly guide the spiritual energy from the dantian to the seed.

With the experience of failing to nurture yesterday, she did not retain this time and kept sending spiritual power in, but I don’t know if it was because of her wrong way. This time, when she transferred about one-third of the spiritual power, her palms The seed burst open suddenly.

The exploded small particles smashed her face, as if mocking her self-righteousness.

Mu Wanwan: "..."

She took the corpse of this seed in a bit of pain, and lost five copper coins in one failure!

She took another one. This time, she was more careful than before. She didn't deliver a lot of auras in one breath as before, only about one-fifth of the auras were delivered, and then stopped.

Only that seed remained unchanged. It was not at all the same as when she cultivated the burning grass. Mu Wanwan sighed and buried the second green star grass seed in the soil filled with spiritual soil. Buried in, she hadn't sent her spiritual power, the kind of child quickly broke the shell, and the two small green buds tremblingly pushed the mud.

Mu Wanwan was very surprised. She looked at the tender little bud, her heart was warm, she couldn't help but reached out her hand and touched the little bud. Where is the little bud of blue star grass, but a quarter of it. The low-grade spirit stone!

She felt as if she had found the correct way to cultivate the blue star grass, so when the third one, she directly planted the seeds in the spiritual soil first, and then guided the wood spirit power in the body to slowly sort and cultivate it.

This time it went well, only one-sixth of the spiritual power was used to see the trembling green star grass seeds.

Mu Wanwan's eyes were bright. Although there was not much spiritual power left in his body, he still managed to find a little bit and cultivated another seed. This time it was still successful.

Mu Wanwan felt that either the seeds that Uncle Zong had picked for herself were all good seeds, so her high success rate in cultivating was scary, except for the fact that at the beginning, the spiritual power was transported and a seed of the blue star grass was exploded. The success rate is very high. Could it be that her spiritual power is especially liked by plants? But the original body has also cultivated plants casually before, and the success rate is indeed not so high.

Mu Wanwan looked at the three pots of small buds and the large pot of burning grass side by side in the window, and smiled sincerely. No matter what the reason, if we can maintain this cultivation speed and success rate, we will wait until the next time we go out. She can earn about 20 low-grade spirit stones.

Perhaps, if Uncle Zong is good at talking, she can try to get a medium-grade spirit stone back, which should be of great help to Mr. Long's body, and maybe it can make him wake up earlier.

The buds swayed slightly on the windowsill, and Mu Wanwan had new expectations for the life of herself and Mr. Long in the future.