I Married a Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating: 80|Eighty dragons

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Mu Wanwan finally broke free and tried hard to turn around to see the current expression of a certain dragon.

But Mr. Long didn't know whether it was because he was nervous or something, but he held her tight. Mu Wanwan moved several times but couldn't move.

She was a little tired, and her ears slowly turned pink, "Your Majesty, let me go..."

As soon as she spoke, her voice rang out in the quiet room. The blood in Mr. Long's body seemed to solidify in an instant. His newly aroused thoughts were all replaced by worries. He subconsciously loosened his hands and feet that were wrapped around Mu, a little bit. He stood there helplessly.

Mu Wanwan took the opportunity to turn around and meet his eyes.

She has never seen such an expression on Mr. Long. Perhaps the curse lines have faded a lot, making it easier to capture his emotions. The curvature of the corners of his lips is a little lower than usual, and his eyes are as dark as cold pools. helpless.

Mu Wanwan also saw the ears popping out of his head. The closer she was, the more clearly she could see——

I’m not very bald, it’s just that the hair on it is sparse...a lot_(:з」∠)_

The corners of Mu Wanwan's lips slightly raised, without any entanglement or hesitation, he moved his body, little by little, when Lemon Vinegar Dragon couldn't react, he got out from the edge of the quilt and leaned against his Chest.

Her body was filled with heat, and the feeling of body contact was so clear. A numbness ran all the way from her tail bones, and Mr. Long’s entire dragon froze——

What is she doing and why isn't she angry?

"Your Majesty." Mu Wanwan originally wanted to call Mr. Long, but she felt it was necessary to remind the dragon of his identity now.

Feeling the dragon's tense body, she wanted to laugh a little, "There is no other furry."

Mr. Long heard her voice say softly, "There is no other furry, only you."

He seemed to be frozen, and his vision was a little blurry. When he came back to his senses, a small force came from behind his clothes.

He lowered his head and saw Mu Wanwan glance at him with a slightly blushing face, and then quickly moved away, but still didn't let go of the hand on his front.

His little lady is obviously very nervous.

The swing of Mr. Long's bald ears, which had been shaking because of nervousness, suddenly became much smaller. His body slowly relaxed, but the heat grew higher and higher.

Mu Wanwan was quite hot, but after getting out of the quilt, she had sweated a little, and the temperature outside was very low, so she felt a little cold and shivered slightly.

"Cold?" came the slightly deep voice of Mr. Long, who had regained his domineering and cold persona. Before she could react, a burst of power came through her waist, and she was pressed into his arms. inside.

My cheek pressed against his warm chest, not soft at all.

There were even some things scratching her cheeks, which made her uncomfortable.

Mr. Long’s long arms hugged the person, and his face was red where Mu Wanwan couldn’t see him.

"Is it still cold?" This was probably the first time he said such love words, and his voice was trembling.

The tip of Mu Wanwan's nose was filled with the cool smell of his body, and he felt like he was about to burn up. "Okay, it's better."

Both of them didn't know what to say. The ambiguity in the air was about to turn into reality. A certain dragon tightened the person in his arms and gradually calmed down from the ecstatic and exciting state, feeling sour. He looked at the hairpin on her head and couldn't help but said, "Hairpin."

Mu Wanwan felt a little sweet in her heart when she heard what he said about Cia Lemon in a nonchalant tone.

But she was still a little angry with him for not coming back before, so she said, "First tell me why you came back late."

It was clearly agreed, three to five days.

But Mu Wanwan thought again of the embarrassed Mr. Xiaolong covered in blood in the crystal ball. What I saw before I fell into coma was the blood stains under his robe. Suddenly I didn’t want to know about it anymore, so I muttered, “Forget it, don’t talk about it.”

Mr. Long, however, sent Mu Wanwan away. Under her slightly surprised gaze, he sat up half-way with a cold face. A stream of light flashed across his fingertips, and the originally lit room fell completely into darkness.

Before Mu Wanwan could react, she saw Mr. Long's long arms pulling the quilt on one side and wrapping them both up.

Mu Wanwan, whose eyes were darkened: "??!"

Mr. Long carefully put away the broken horn on his forehead. Bullying Mu Wanwan could not see it clearly as he did, and he accurately touched her forehead, saying in a hoarse voice, "It will take a long time."

Seeing his little lady trying to open her eyes in confusion in the darkness, he added, "Cold."

Mu Wanwan was clearly arranged: "......"

She was a bit Buddhist and not as excited as before. She discovered that although Mr. Long was very powerful and looked to be over a hundred years old, so many years older than her, he was still the same childish person at heart. Dragon cub.

Still so sensitive and naughty.

Mu Wanwan listened to his heartbeat speeding up little by little in the dark night, and thought with great embarrassment——

But even so, she was so moved and liked it so much.

In the dark night, the two of them were very close, and Mu Wanwan could hear his slightly rapid breathing, which was hot and humid.

"Encountered snow." Mr. Long skipped the part about encountering danger and almost not being able to come back, "I have been looking for Liang Jingjing for a long time."

Mu Wanwan knew that he must be hiding something. The touch on his chest that she just felt suddenly flashed through her mind. A guess slowly rose in her heart. She bit her lip, stretched out her hand, and touched it. Mr. Long’s chest.

There was a suppressed groan in her ears, and Mu Wanwan became more and more determined in her thoughts. When she woke up and saw that the dragon seemed to be fine, and the marks on its face were lighter, she thought he was not seriously injured.

But...

Under the palm, there is still an uneven touch despite the brocade clothes.

She couldn't stand it anymore and didn't want to watch him recuperate alone in the desert like before.

Mr. Xiao Long is like that, and the older Mr. Long is like that. Now that she has finally come to his side, she can never let go.

Mu Wanwan bit her lip and reached out to untie Mr. Long's belt. She wanted to see how many injuries this stupid dragon wanted to hide from her.

She only wanted to see Mr. Long's injuries.

But in a certain dragon’s eye →_→

That is, the lady suddenly touched his chest and took off his clothes...

The lemon dragon suddenly turned into a braised dragon. Mr. Long in the darkness was red from his cheeks to his neck. He could clearly feel her movements, but he shamelessly did not refuse.

He hasn't thought so quickly, and he hasn't been mentally prepared yet.

And he still doesn't know exactly how to do it. Those dragons in the past said that if the dragon doesn't know how to do it, it will be a very humiliating thing for the dragon, and it may even make the dragon he likes leave because of it.

He used to feel that he didn't need to study, but now he regrets it.

In case the lady dislikes his ability...

The light black brocade clothes faded away, and Mu Wanwan gradually adapted to the darkness and could see vaguely. She only saw large areas of Mr. Long's clothes stained red. She stretched out her hand and touched his chest carefully, and the criss-crossing ups and downs came from her fingertips, making her feel distressed and angry.

"Madam..." Mr. Long couldn't stand being touched by her. He was breathing rapidly, and he felt that there were flames igniting from the place she touched, which strangely spread to some places. The place (?) made Long a little uncomfortable and didn't know what to do.

He had never felt this way before. He held Mu's curved wrist with his big hand and said in a restrained voice, "It's itchy."

Mu Wanwan was so angry that she broke free from his hand, but couldn't bear to push him away, "You're hurt."

As soon as she spoke, hot breath fell on his lips. Mr. Long's breath stopped for a moment. Seeing her tear-stained eyelashes in the dark, he rarely followed his heart. He touched her cheek with his big hand and brushed her with his fingertips. out of the corner of his eyes, "I don't feel pain."

His tone was rarely gentle, but it was completely clumsy. The heat on his forehead did not subside, but became even hotter than before, "Don't cry."

Mu Wanwan knew that he probably didn't want to worry her, so she just closed her eyes, reached out and grabbed his palm, and found that the palm of the dragon's palm was covered with sticky sweat.

She said "Yeah" and intertwined her fingers with him in the dark night.

"Take me with you."

Mr. Long's long eyelashes swept across her face, and he quietly heard her say, "You can never leave me again."

She said words that made Long tremble, and all the entanglements and fears that she had had seemed to disappear in this moment.

Although it is dark now, Mr. Long feels as if his world has become brighter.

When she came to him, she was more precious than anything else.

The tip of his nose was hit. Before Mu Wanwan could get over the sad mood, he heard him say restrainedly, "I want to."

"Dear."

"Okay?"

Mu Wanwan's heart felt sour and sweet at the same time. She thought that you, a dragon, had secretly kissed you very often, but her body was very honest and did not refuse.

She closed her eyes gently, and slowly felt a warm and soft touch on her lips.

His lips were very soft, and when he kissed her slowly, he carried it with a cherished caution.

The interlocked fingers are held tightly by each other, as if the other party will disappear as soon as they are released.

Time seems to have stopped, nothing matters anymore, only each other.

But their lips only touched for a few seconds before Mr. Long left.

The innocent girl Long blushed even more horribly than Mu Wanwan, and he didn't even dare to look at Mu Wanwan's current expression.

"..." Mu Wanwan didn't expect that he just touched her so innocently, but Mr. Long has made great progress from refusing like before to no longer avoiding it now.

She thought that the future was long and there would be many opportunities in the future.

But Long didn’t know if he knew the taste of kisses while awake. When Mu Wanwan was about to talk to Mr. Long about the hairpin and discuss future matters, he heard the dragon being awkward. "Kiss me again."

Mu Wanwan: "..."

She was actually moved.

One person and one dragon are extremely childish. In the dark night created by Mr. Long, you come and go, gently touching lips.