I Married a Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating

Mu Wanwan looked at Mr. Long's expectant gaze, a little afraid that he would continue to pull out some amazing clothes, and tried to change the subject, "My lord, why are there so many spirit stones on the ground?"

Mr. Long pursed his lips, "Bright."

Mu Wanwan: "..."

She seems to understand something, it turns out that dragon really likes shiny things.

After a simple awkward chat, the room fell into silence again, leaving only Mengmeng's occasional sound of sliding down from the pile of spirit stones and its occasional chirp.

Mu Wanwan looked at the two suffocating clothes on the bed, after all, he couldn't pass the test in his heart.

Although she can barely say that she likes it for love, what if Mr. Long really thinks she likes it in the future? She really couldn't accept this terrible straight dragon aesthetic...

Mu Wanwan was thinking about how to express her inner feelings in a tactful way. If she didn't speak, Mr. Long didn't know what to say.

He looked at his wife's slightly red lips, and his heart was itchy.

But he thought about the slightly surprised look in her eyes when she just saw him walk in, and his lips were pressed hard...

The lady must have seen her bald ears.

The dragon knows it. Madam only likes furry things. When he hadn't shown his ears before, Madam never slapped him(?). Since he had plush ears, Madam's attitude towards him has changed.

But now, he is bald.

Without the furry dragon, will the attraction to her be less attractive than that of furry?

Mr. Long's eyes were gloomy, and he opened his mouth to ask her if she disliked her ears, and wanted to ask her who gave the hairpin, but when he opened his mouth, it turned into an unintentional and dry word, "You..."

"Sleep for a while."

Mu Wanwan, who was still immersed in death Barbie powder, blinked, suspecting that he had heard it wrong.

She raised her head abruptly, met Mr. Shanglong's indifferent eyes, and glanced at his ear subconsciously, with a face that looked like an iceberg.

Then it suddenly occurred... Mr. Long closed his ears, but she couldn't guess the dragon's mood and activity just by looking at her face.

Perhaps Mu Wanwan's gaze was too direct at the soul. Mr. Long was already very concerned about the ears, but now his glass heart was about to shatter into pieces with a look in her eyes.

Mr. Long turned his wheelchair and lowered his eyes at a place of spirit stone, as if he was ready to practice.

Mu Wan yanked at the precious clothes on the bed, the sore back and the fatigue of the soul had not disappeared, she was very uncomfortable now, but the dragon seemed to be only about to say "sleep a little longer".

Although he knew that her injury was handled by him, it was not easy for his temperament to say such things.

However, he obviously just kissed her just now...

The gentle nostalgia on the lips is still there, and the touch of Mr. Long's slightly hot finger pads on her cheeks does not seem to be fake.

She thought he would not be so awkward when he came back, and would explain everything clearly.

In the end, if she didn't ask, would Long really not be prepared to explain? She still remembered how many days she had waited, every time she heard something outside, she would be like a frightened bird.

It was written on the note that he would be back in three or five days, and he obviously missed the appointment.

Don't think that just sending her a house of spirit stones and two pieces of clothes will save her from worrying about so many days and nights.

The joy of reunion and Long's okay mood slowly faded, and Mu Wanwan glanced at the Jiu Qing hairpin held on one of the tables, and for the first time let him lose his temper.

She took down the hairpin that Mr. Long had put on her, then smoothed her hair, and put the one that Jiu Qin sent angrily on her head.

Then he lifted the quilt, wrapped himself in, and said dullly, "I'm going to sleep."

After she finished speaking, she couldn't bear it a little bit aggrieved, her eyes were sore, and she closed her eyes unconvincingly.

The room fell into silence again, Mr. Long's lips moved slightly, and there was a touch of injury in his eyes. She actually liked the hairpins sent by others more than him.

Mr. Long's long eyelashes are slightly drooping, covering up the crazily suppressed emotions in his heart. The shining spirit stones are reflected in his eyes, but they are like clusters of jumping flames...

Perhaps the evil spirits all over him had condensed into a terrifying black vortex, and the splendid Mengmeng who was eating at first felt a little scared.

The shadow that was almost shot to death by the dragon yesterday hovered over the adorable hairy head. It carefully moved its fat body, and successfully ran away from the window before the dragon took off.

Mr. Long noticed its movements and ignored it, his expression gloomy and terrifying.

He looked at the exposed hairpin that Mu Wanwan deliberately wore, his palm clenched the joints and turned white.

After about an hour, Mu Wanwan, who wanted to wait to see if the awkward dragon would say something, couldn't hold it anymore.

Her soul is affected and she falls asleep easily.

When she was half-dreaming and half-awake, the sound of the wheelchair rubbing on the smooth ground came from her ears, which was very ear-piercing.

Mu Wanwan immediately woke up.

But she still maintained her previous posture, and the heat from her breath made her head dizzy...

What does this dragon want to do? This time she must pierce him face to face!

Mu Wanwan's heartbeat was a bit fast, and Mr. Long was completely like two creatures when she was asleep and when she woke up!

The awkward twist of the Ba shy dragon vs the indifferent Tsundere facial paralysis emperor.

Without his pair of fluffy ears that can reveal inner feelings like plug-ins, she simply can't communicate with Mr. Long.

This time she must seize the opportunity!

... The wheelchair was pushed a little harder, and Mr. Long twisted his handsome face to stand up, and he didn't hide the fact that he was able to move normally. Step by step, slowly walked to the bed.

"Wanwan." He called out Mu Wanwan's name in a hoarse voice, as if to test if she was really asleep.

Mu Wanwan didn't move, and even lowered the frequency of some breathing.

In fact, it was obvious that she was pretending to be sleeping, but in the eyes of a lemon vinegar dragon, there was only the pure-hearted jade hairpin on the lady's head.

Mr. Long gently stretched out his hand and surreptitiously replaced the hairpin on Muwan's elbow with the one he brought back.

His movements are gentle, but his hands are too big.

Although Mr. Long has tried his best not to spoil Madam's hairstyle, he still messed up her hair.

"..." Mr. Long's big palms fiddled with Mu Wanwan's hair a little bit helplessly, making her itchy and about to break her gong.

When the hairpin was finally made ugly, the foreheads of Lemon Dragon and Mu Wanwan were already covered with sweat.

It's just that one is cold sweat, and the other is hot.

After a while, when Mu Wanwan was about to sit up and grab Mr. Long by the collar and ask him what he wanted to do, Mr. Long finally moved again.

He rubbed onto the bed cautiously.

Mu Wanwan: "..."

There was a burst of unresistible force from her back. When Mu Wanwan came back to her senses, she had been trapped by Mr. Long, who was lying flat on the bed, with long arms and long legs, together with the quilt. .

Mu Wanwan: "..."

"Madam." Mr. Long buried his head on the shoulders of the silkworm baby Mu Wanwan, his voice was dumb and grieved like a little dragon cub smaller than Mao Chuo, "You can't dislike it."

"Can you not like it, okay?"

The roots of Mu Wanwan's ears suddenly became hot, and she felt that her waist was hooped, as if she had found the source of her nightmare last night.

Such a heavy dragon puts her long hands and long feet on her, and she won't have nightmares to have a ghost.

Mu Wanwan blushed and did not dare to listen to what Mr. Long said, so she had to use these messy imaginations to cover up her heart that was about to succumb.

However, Mr. Long is addicted.

The lady who was holding the quilt was so soft, soft, comfortable, and comfortable, he couldn't help but pressed the person in his arms again.

Mr. Long’s voice suddenly became a little cold and hoarse, "Say, who gave you the hairpin and pendant? Did you find new furry outside."

Mu Wanwan didn't feel any irritation in her heart when she listened to Lemon Dragon's words. Instead, she had an inexplicable sense of vicissitudes of "it turns out that Mr. Dragon would say so much at once".

She wondered that she was waking up too early now, maybe Mr. Long was going to say something more.

"Me." Mr. Long shook Yahei's eyelashes.

His tone sank again, just when Mu Wanwan thought that Mr. Long might be angry.

She heard him say, "I'm sorry."

Her eyes widened slightly, and Mu Wanwan's hand gripping Yu Jiao tightly.

"I'm back late," Mr. Long hugged her tightly, "I'm sorry."

"Don't despise me." He slowly closed his eyes, and his voice softened, like the wind blowing in her ears.

He is bald, she must not like it anymore.

"There can be no other furry outside, okay..."

The last few words were like string sounds that slowly disappeared, hitting Mu Wanwan's heart bit by bit.

This big stupid dragon, this nasty and cute dragon.

Her favorite Mr. Long.

Why do you think she hates him with bald ears...

She couldn't restrain herself anymore, Mu Wanwan really didn't want to be like before, she no longer concealed, opened her eyes and moved her hands and feet to try to get out of the quilt.

The moment Mr. Long noticed that she was moving, he immediately reacted. Madam is awake!

Perhaps too nervous, Mr. Long subconsciously hugged Mu Wanwan harder.

Mu Wanwan struggled, and when he finally broke through the shackles of a certain dragon and got out of the quilt, he felt that his waist was about to break.

She held herself in the quilt for a long time, and couldn't help taking a few breaths when she poked her head out.

"Um...huh...hah..."

Obviously, it's just a normal gasping sound, which can be heard in the ears of a certain dragon whose brain has short-circuited, like a blockbuster.

The bald ears that Mr. Long finally hid came out. He looked at Mu Wan's slightly open collar with an indescribable look, greedily from her black hair scattered on the pillow, following her reddish color. The roots of the ears slid all the way to her white neck...