I Married a Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating

Twenty-seven Dragons (3)

Mu Wanwan watched her leave, then walked toward the courtyard in the cold wind under the umbrella, stepping into several puddles along the way. When she finally reached the entrance and opened the door with trembling hands, her shoes were entirely soaked through and it was really uncomfortable.

The courtyard was very quiet, no different from when she left. Mu Wanwan quickly ran into the room and shut the door, blocking the cold wind outside. Only then did she feel a little better.

Whew. She sighed, reached out and wiped her face, thinking this trip out had really been torturous.

On the other side, Mister Long woke up as soon as she pushed the door in. He knew she was going out shopping today and had been worried that the rain would get her wet. Now that the sounds of movement came to his ears, he hastily sent out a wisp of divine consciousness and saw at once that she was soaked through.

Mister Longs fingertips tightened, feeling very unhappy.

In other households, its the husband who earned money to support the family, but he could only rely on his wife for support. Mister Long began feeling bad again; he settled his divine consciousness on the corner of her clothes and seemed to sense the cold from the chilly rain outside.

But before Mister Long lost himself in his thoughts, he saw Mu Wanwan move

He realised that the first thing Mu Wanwan did when she entered was not to get a towel to wipe off the rain, but to walk to the bed and look him over to ascertain his well-being

A sweetness welled up within Mister Long, but he was also assailed by all sorts of complicated feelings. He was really very bad, she had clearly suffered, yet here he was, feeling so happy.

The corner of the quilt was lifted by Mu Wanwans somewhat cold hand. Mister Long heard her say by his ear, Mhm, luckily, the tail didnt rot.

He was a little embarrassed, and the tips of his ears grew a little red. During this period of time, she had taken very good care of him; no one had ever treated him like this before. Mister Longs wisp of divine consciousness seemed to reflect his feelings, sticking onto her fingertips, not bearing to leave.

He watched as she checked if he was all right, then set down her basket, took a dry towel and wiped her face. Then, he saw her take off her shoes because of the discomfort, then stand barefoot on the ground.

She had very pretty feet with nice rounded toes, but they were a little red from the chilly weather and being soaked.

Mister Long felt a little giddy; she actually took off her shoes in front of himwas it because she thought he could be trusted?

Mister Longs divine consciousness leapt a couple of times with excitement, but stopped abruptly when it felt Mu Wanwans next movement

She, how could she start taking off her clothes!

Mister Long grew light-headed in an instant. He didnt even have time to withdraw his divine consciousness before he saw half of her round, white shoulders, and the entire dragon seemed to have suddenly been thrown into a frying pan, crackling and sizzling, becoming thoroughly cooked at once.

Pink spread all the way from his neck to the tip of the ears, and half his face was unnaturally flushed. Mister Long tried his best to withdraw his divine consciousness, his heart beating very fast, bang bang bang, like fireworks in his ears.

Louder than the sound of his beating heart was the rustling sound of her changing clothes. His terrible dragon mind was filled with the white shoulders he just accidentally saw with his divine consciousness. Presently, listening to the sounds in his ears, he only felt as if he were being struck by a million bolts of lightning.

She actually changed her clothes in front of him!

This was the only thought left in his mind. Mister Longs eyelashes quivered unnaturally, his entire dragon self somewhat trembling.

Mu Wanwan had no idea that her act of changing clothes at home because she had been drenched in the rain had caused such a huge impact on Mister Long. After all, Mister Long was only a comatose dragon in her eyes.

She was wet and cold all over, and changing clothes at home was very normal, right? She actually wanted to take a bath, but she hadnt boiled the water yet. She couldnt just keep waiting in wet clothes or she was going to get sick. Also, she had half-opened the cabinet door to cover up a little, and Mister Long was unconscious, so she would definitely not be seen.

Mu Wanwan changed, picked up the dirty clothes on the floor and threw them in a basin. She walked to the bedside somewhat eagerly, wanting to share the good news that she made a lot of money today with a dragon that wouldnt be able to hear.

However, she was shocked at the sight of the unnatural flush on Mister Longs cheeks. Whats wrong, Mister Long?

The miserable sight of Mister Longs rotten tail and vomiting blood previously suddenly came to her mind, and she feared that something had gone wrong with Mister Long again and she wouldnt be able to help.

Her voice was gentle and urgent, making things even harder for Mister Long upon hearing it; his mind was now so full of bad fantasies that it was too late for him to escape.

Mu Wanwan reached out and laid on Mister Longs forehead; it was a little hot, but he shouldnt be having a fever. She didnt know that the direct skin contact from simply wanting to check his body temperature would plunge a certain dragon deeper into dire straits.

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