I Married a Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating

Twenty-nine Dragons

Mister Longs divine consciousness kept hovering around Mu Wanwan. Seeing that her cheeks were getting paler and paler, he grew increasingly anxious, even wanting to disregard everything and pull her into his arms.

However, he was afraid of her reaction when she woke up.

If he had never been exposed to the light, never been taken care of so devotedly like this, perhaps he could care less about her feelings. But having had a taste of comfort, he was afraid to reveal the fact that he had already regained consciousness.

Because he feared she would be afraid of him, and that she would find him disgusting.

His original form was so ugly; he originally already had one ugly-looking claw more than normal dragons, and had heard that humans found even regular dragons ugly. Moreover, he was now disabled, and had such a bad reputation outside

He felt that she wouldnt accept him.

Its just that he couldnt fool himself.

Mister Long held her hand, laced his fingers with hers, his heart pounding, and his handsome face burning.

The somewhat blazing body heat spread from his broad palm to her hand that was intertwined with his, transferring to her body little by little.

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

So warm

The surroundings were icy cold; only the palm of his hand was hot.

Perhaps all humans have the instinct to get closer to warmth; although Mu Wanwans consciousness drifted in and out, after feeling a little more comfortable, she grasped Mister Longs hand tightly with all her might, even reaching up her other hand to hug his arm.

So warm, so warm.

Dazedly, Mu Wanwan opened her eyes slightly, but it was pitch black, and she could not see anything.

She even thought that she had gone back to the dark orphanage where she had been locked up alone in her childhood.

It was winter, and the other three children she lived with had all been adopted except for her, who was not adopted as she was regarded as an unhealthy child because of continuous fever.

The director was usually a very mild person, but that day, it was as if he was suddenly sick of her; her electricity was cut off, and she was locked in her room.

At that time too, her head was hot, but her body was cold, and her surroundings were icy cold. She curled up in a corner desperately, but still didnt feel any warmth.

But this time, it was different.

There was something very warm.

Cold Im so cold

Mu Wanwan was unwilling to let go of Mister Longs arm. In fact, she gripped it even tighter, like someone whos fallen into the water clutching onto a piece of driftwood.

Mister Long felt her soft body press up against him, bringing a clammy breath, but it didnt make him feel disgusted at all.

This was his first time seeing such a fragile version of her. Even her voice lost the confidence and tenacity towards life it usually had and was only full of helplessness.

This time, although their skin-to-skin contact made him tremble from head to foot and his blood flow backwards, he still managed to remain rational.

Could hecould he really pull her into his arms?

His hesitation and tangled thoughts all collapsed like crumbling rocks down a mountain slope in the next moment when he heard her fragile voice call out, Mister Long, which snapped his rationality into two instantly.

What were things like being saintly, worries, and consideration for her!

At this moment, they were all tossed to the back of his mind selfishly.

He wanted her.

Only her.

Only her.

Mister Long thought that he must have gone crazy. By the time he regained his senses, Mu Wanwan had already been pulled into his arms in an almost rough manner.

Across the two sets of nuptial bedding, by a distance of half a metre.

From the place where he had to struggle with all his might to touch her fingertips, over to his side.

Heart beating like a drum, Mister Longs cheeks burned as he clumsily and carefully arranged the nuptial quilt until they were both completely wrapped up.

Mu Wanwan was actually hurting a little from being pulled by him, but that little pain seemed very insignificant when compared with her bodys discomfort. She only felt that she had escaped from the cold and had come to a warm place.

She instinctively wanted to adjust to a comfortable position. It was probably because she felt that there was something warmer than what was hugging earlier, her hands began flailing about randomly until they touched his hot and cosy chest. Only then did she stop with satisfaction and leaned against it, even pressing her face to it and rubbing it shamefully, completely unaware about how big a hole she was now digging for her future sober self.

The fever was making Mu Wanwan a little confused; in her blurred state of consciousness, she thought it must be that the wish she had made as a child had come true.

She wanted a large, well-behaved, and warm cushion, the type that was the most expensive ones in stores.

Something that gave comfort and a sense of security for times when she was afraid of the dark, times when she was afraid of being alone, and times when she couldnt eat ice cream happily like other kids because she didnt have any moneyjust like now, she could just hit the cushion to vent her feelings, then sink into the warm and comfortable extra-large cushion after and have a wonderful sleep, not being afraid of anything anymore ^__^

Its just that

Mu Wanwan thought dazedly

The top half of this cushion was so comfy, but the bottom was a little cold, and even a little hard, poking her in a way that wasnt very comfortable.

It seems like the fulfilment of her wish wasnt quite perfect enough.

Mu Wanwan shrank her legs back aggrievedly. Facing the warm heat source, she felt extremely relieved.

Its just that when she woke up, she had to replace this pillow! She must change it to a more comfortable one!

On the other side, the red-faced Mister Long could only hold himself stiffly as she touched him indiscriminately, letting her struggle and kick his tail several times. Her little strength was not even enough to tickle him; not only did it not hurt, but it was as if there were cats paws acting spoiled and lighting his body on fire.

He could clearly feel that the body heat that was being transmitted through her thin clothing was obviously cold, yet it made him feel like he was about to combust.

Moreover, in her current posture, her cheek was pressed right against his chest, and her puffs of warm breath landed on him, causing burst after burst of shivers of damp heat.

Mister Long felt that he was undergoing the greatest test of his entire dragon life. He forced himself to endure this new and strange sensation he had never felt before, and landed his divine consciousness upon her cheek

She should still be feeling bad; her face was still pale, her brows were wrinkled, her lips were white, and the foot that kicked him was also icy cold.

Mister Longs eyelashes trembled; he lifted his right hand lightly, reached around her neck that was lying on his right arm, and gently pushed aside her sweaty fringe, his fingertips brushing across her forehead tenderly, so that she could be comfortable.

Then, as if bewitched, he held back and held back, but still, with trembling fingers, gently rested his arm on her waist.

It was soft, and a little warm.

Mhm, it was very, very soft.

This time, not only were Mister Longs cheeks red, but his body temperature was also a lot higher; it was so comfortable that Mu Wanwan drew even closer.

It was a little too much for Mister Long and he removed his arm hastily. The entire dragon was burning hot, and he felt as if he was about to die of heat. The fingertips that had just touched her waist were all sweaty, his eyelashes were trembling non-stop, and his heartbeat was also abnormally fasthe was even a little worried that his heartbeat would wake her up.

He reached out somewhat embarrassingly to cover his flaming red cheeks and took several deep breaths.

No.

No.

What was he thinking?

How could he be so shameless?

His wife was sick and in so much discomfort now, yet he was despicably feeling so darned happy.

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