I Married a Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating

Mr. Long's spiritual consciousness has been hovering around Mu Wanwan, seeing her cheeks getting paler and paler, her heart is getting more and more anxious, and she even wants to pull people into her arms desperately.

However, he was afraid of her reaction after waking up.

If he has never been exposed to light, and has never been cared for with such perseverance, perhaps he may not care how she feels. But he had already tasted the taste of ease, he was afraid to expose the fact that he was awake.

Because he was worried that she would be afraid of him and would find him disgusting.

His prototype is so ugly. He originally had one more ugly claw than the normal dragon. I heard that the human race disliked the ugly prototype dragon, and now he is disabled again, and his reputation outside is still very bad...

He felt that she would not accept him.

It's just that he can't fool himself.

Mr. Long held her hand and shook her palms, his heart swelled and his handsome face was hot.

The slightly blazing body temperature followed the broad palm, passing from the palm that she shook with Mu Wanwan to her body little by little.

He was still hesitating, but his body temperature was like a warm candle in the dark night, making Mu Wanwan, who was all uncomfortable, instinctively want to get closer.

So warm...

The surroundings are cold, only the palm of his hand is hot.

Perhaps people have an instinct to get close to warmth. Although Mu Wanwan's consciousness was ups and downs, after feeling more comfortable, she tried her best to grasp Mr. Long's hand tightly, and even climbed with the other hand. Came up and hugged his arm.

So warm, so warm.

Mu Wanwan opened his eyes slightly dizzy, but there was pitch black in front of him, and he couldn't see anything.

She even thought that when she was a child, she was locked in a dark orphanage.

It was winter. All three children who lived together were adopted. She was the only one who was considered to be an unhealthy child because of continuous fever and was not adopted.

The dean is usually peaceful, but that day, it seemed that he was suddenly bored with her, cut off the power, and locked her in the room.

It was the same at that time, her head was very hot, but her body was very cold, and everything around her was icy, she curled up in the corner desperately, but still couldn't feel any warmth.

But this time is different.

What's there, it's warm.

"Cold... I'm so cold..."

Mu Wanwan was willing to let go of Mr. Long's arm, and even grasped it tighter, as if a person falling into the water was holding onto the driftwood.

Mr. Long only felt that her soft body was sticking up, with a clammy breath, but it didn't make him feel disgusted at all.

It was the first time that he saw such a fragile her, and even the voice lacked the confidence and tenacity in life that he had usually had in life, and he was left full of helplessness.

This time, even though he shuddered and his blood flowed back from the skin contact between the two, he still maintained his sanity.

He, he can really pull her into his arms?

His hesitation and entanglement were all in the next moment, when she heard the fragile "Mr. Dragon" with her, her mind was disconnected, like a crashing rock, and it fell apart in an instant.

What saint, what worries, what to consider for her!

At this moment, all was left behind by him selfishly.

He wants her.

Only her.

Only her.

Mr. Long felt that he must be crazy. When he regained his senses, Mu Wanwan had been almost violently pulled into his arms by him.

Spanning two hi-quilts, a distance of half a meter.

From where he had to work hard to reach her fingertips, he came to him.

His heart beats like a drum, and Mr. Long's cheeks are hot, awkwardly and carefully tidying up the quilt, until the two people are completely covered.

Mu Wanwan was actually a little bit painful because of him being pulled, but the little pain was very insignificant compared to the physical discomfort. She only felt that she had escaped from the cold and came to a warm place.

She instinctively wanted to adjust to a comfortable position, probably because she felt that something was warmer than what she had just held, and started struggling with her hands until she touched his hot and warm chest, and then satisfactorily stopped. She leaned forward, even put her face on her face, and rubbed it in a shameful way. She didn't know how big a pit she had dug for her sober self in the future.

Mu Wanwan was a little confused now that she was burning, and she vaguely felt that it was probably the wish that she had made when she was a child came true.

She wants a large, well-behaved and warm pillow, the most expensive one sold in the store.

Comfortable and safe, when you are afraid of being alone, when you are afraid of the dark, when you can’t eat ice cream like other kids because you don’t have money, just like now, hit the pillow to vent, and then press on that. Comfortable and warm large pillows, you will not be afraid of anything when you sleep beautifully.

Just...

Mu Wanwan thought vaguely...

Why is this pillow very comfortable on the top, and a bit cold on the bottom, and a bit harder, so she is not very comfortable when it is tied.

It seems that the realization of this wish is not perfect enough.

Mu Wanwan shrank his legs aggrievedly, facing the warm heat source, feeling extremely relieved.

It's just that when she wakes up, she has to replace this pillow! Change to a more comfortable one!

And Mr. Long blushed and stiffened and allowed her to touch it indiscriminately, letting her struggling and kicking her tail several times. Her little strength was not enough to tickle him, not only did not hurt, but also like It was the cat's paw that ignited him like a baby.

He could clearly feel that the body temperature transmitted through her thin clothes was obviously cold, but he was about to burn.

Moreover, in her current posture, her cheeks were just against his chest, and her warm breath sprayed on him, with waves of damp and hot shivering.

Mr. Long felt that he was undergoing Longsheng’s greatest test, and forbearing a novel feeling that he had never had before, the divine sense fell on her cheek...

She should still be uncomfortable, her face was still pale, her brows were frowning, her lips were white, and the feet that kicked him were ice.

Mr. Long's eyelashes trembled, his right hand was gently lifted, around her neck that was lying on her side, and her sweaty forehead was gently lifted, and the fingertips gently brushed her forehead to make her more comfortable.

Then, it seemed to be bewitched, endured and endured, but still trembling fingertips gently put his arm on her waist.

Soft, with a bit of warmth.

Well, very soft and very soft.

Mr. Long's cheeks were not only red, but his temperature was also a lot higher, and Mu Wan was comfortably brought closer.

Mr. Long was a little unbearable and hurriedly took his arms away. The whole dragon was hot and he felt like he was going to die from heat. The fingertips of her waist just touched were covered with sweat, her eyelashes were shaking, and her heartbeat was fast. She was not normal, and she was even a little worried that her heartbeat would wake her up.

He stretched out his hand a little bit ashamed to cover his red cheek, and took a few deep breaths.

No way.

No way.

What was he thinking about?

Why is he so shameless?

Now the wife is sick, she is so uncomfortable, but he feels hatefully that he is so happy.