I Married a Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating

Mu Wanwan finally earned it, trying hard to turn around and look at the current expression of a certain dragon.

But Mr. Long didn't know if it was nervousness or something, he hooped her tightly, Mu Wanwan moved several times and couldn't move.

She was a little tired, her ears slowly rose to pink, "Master, let me go..."

As soon as she opened her mouth, her voice sounded in the quiet room, and Mr. Long's blood seemed to freeze in an instant. His charming thoughts that had just risen were all replaced by worries, and he subconsciously loosened Mu Wanwan's hands and feet. Frozen in place.

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

She had never seen Mr. Long's expression before, perhaps because the curse lines had faded a lot, his emotions were easier to capture, the curvature of the corners of the lips was a bit lower than usual, and the dark eyes flashed helplessly.

Mu Wanwan also saw the ears popping up on his head. As the distance got closer, she could see more clearly...

It's not very bald, it's just that the hair on the top is sparse...a lot.

The corners of Muwan's lips rose slightly, without entanglement or hesitation, and moved his body bit by bit. When the lemon vinegar dragon couldn't react, he got out from the edge of the quilt and leaned against his chest.

Her body was full of heat, and the feeling of touching her limbs was so clear. There was a tingling rush from the tail bone all the way, and the whole dragon of Mr. Long froze...

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

"Master." Mu Wanwan originally wanted to call Mr. Long, but she felt it was necessary to remind this dragon about his identity.

Feeling the instantaneous tightness of a dragon, she wanted to laugh a little, "No other furry."

Mr. Long listened to her voice and said softly, "There is no other furry, only you."

He seemed to be frozen, and the line of sight in front of him was a little fuzzy, and when he recovered, a small force appeared on the front of his shirt.

He lowered his head and saw Mu Wanwan glanced at him with a blushing face, and then quickly moved away, but the hand on his front was still not released.

His little lady is obviously nervous.

Mr. Long's bald ears, which had been shaking constantly because of tension, suddenly swayed a lot less, his body slowly relaxed, but the heat got higher and higher.

Mu Wanwan was originally quite hot, but after she got out of the quilt, she sweated a little before, and the temperature outside was very low, so she was a bit cold and shivered slightly.

"Cold?" The slightly low voice of Mr. Long, who had recovered the overbearing and ruthless character, came from her ears. Before she could react, there was a burst of strength on her waist, and she was pressed into his arms.

The cheek touched his warm chest, not limp at all.

There were even some things on her cheeks that made her uncomfortable.

Mr. Long's long arms encircled the person in his arms, blushing where Mu Wanwan could not see.

"Is it cold?" It was about the first time he had said this kind of love, his voice was shaking.

The tip of Mu Wanwan's nose is the cold smell on his body, and it feels like he is about to burn, "Good, better."

The two of them didn't know what to say, the ambiguity in the air was about to become real, and the certain dragon tightened the person in his arms, and gradually calmed down from the fluttering stimulus, and looked at her sourly. The hairpin on the side, still couldn't hold back for a while, "Hairpin."

When Mu Wanwan heard him say Qia Lemon's words in a nonchalant tone, there was something sweet in his heart.

But she was still a little angry that he didn't come back before, and said, "First, why did you come back late."

Obviously said yes, three to five days.

But Mu Wanwan thought of the embarrassed, blood-covered Mr. Xiaolong in the crystal ball. I saw the blood stains from his robe before he fell into a coma. Suddenly, he didn't want to know the blood stains. "Forget it, don't say it."

Mr. Long turned away Mu Wanwan, and in her amazed gaze, she half-sit up, with a cold face, a stream of light flashed through her fingertips, and the room that was still lit was completely darkened.

Before Mu Wanwan could react, he saw Mr. Long's long arm pulling one side of the quilt, and then wrapping both of them.

The pitch-black Mu Wanwan in front of him: "?"

Mr. Long carefully put away the broken corner of his forehead, bullying Mu Wanwan did not see him clearly, and accurately reached her forehead, with a hoarse voice, "It will take a long time to talk."

Seeing his little lady trying to widen her eyes blankly in the dark, he added, "Cold."

The arranged plain Mu Wanwan: "..."

She was a bit Buddha, and she was not as excited as she was at the beginning. She discovered that although Mr. Long is very strong, he is more than a hundred years old, so many years older than her, but in his bones is the naive dragon cub.

Still so sensitive, so twisted.

Mu Wanwan listened to her heartbeat accelerating a little bit in the dark night, and thought very embarrassing...

But even so, she was so tempted and so fond of it.

In the dark night, the two were very close, and Mu Wanwan could hear him breathing slightly, hot and humid.

"I hit snow." Mr. Long skipped the part where he was in danger and almost never came back, "I have been looking for Liang Jingjing for a long time."

Mu Wanwan knew that he must be hiding something, and the touch on his chest that she had just felt flashed in her mind. A guess slowly rose from the bottom of her heart. She clenched her lip, stretched out her hand, and touched Mr. Long's. Chest.

There was a forbearing muffled hum in her ears, and Mu Wanwan became more firm in her thoughts. She woke up and saw the dragon as if nothing had happened, and the mark on her face was lightened, thinking that he was not injured much.

but……

Under the palm of the hand, there is still an uneven touch across the Jin Yi.

She couldn't take it anymore, and didn't want to watch him recover from his wounds alone as before.

Mr. Xiaolong was like that, and the older Mr. Long was like that. Now that she finally walked to his side, she couldn't let go anymore.

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

She just wanted to see Mr. Long's injury.

But in the eyes of a certain dragon!

That is, the lady suddenly touched his chest and went to untie his clothes...

The lemon dragon suddenly turned into a braised dragon, Mr. Long in the dark, from cheek to neck all the way red, he could clearly feel her movements, but shamelessly did not refuse.

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

And how to do it, he still doesn't know very well. The dragons in the past said that if the dragon could not, it would be a very lost thing, and even let the dragon that he likes to leave.

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

In case Madam dislikes his ability...

The light black brocade faded, and Mu Wanwan gradually adapted to the darkness, and could see a little blurry. She only saw large areas of Mr. Long's clothes stained with red. She stretched out her hand and carefully touched his chest, criss-crossing undulations came from her fingers, making her distressed and angry.

"Madam..." Mr. Long was almost unable to stand being touched by her. He was short of breath. He only felt that a fire was burning from the place she had touched, and it passed to some places (?) strangely, which made the dragon a little uncomfortable. And don't know what to do.

He had never felt this way before, and he held Mu Wanwan's wrist with his big hand, and his voice was forbearing, "itch."

Mu Wan was very furious, broke free of his palm, and couldn't bear to push him away, "You are injured."

As soon as she spoke, the heat poured on his lips, and Mr. Long's breath broke for a moment. He saw her tearful eyelashes in the darkness. He rarely followed his heart. He stroked her cheek with his big hand and rubbed the corner of her eye with his fingers. "I don't hurt."

His tone is rare and gentle, but it is completely awkward, the heat on his forehead has not subsided, but it is hotter than before, "Don't cry."

Mu Wanwan knew that he probably didn't want to worry about him, so he closed his eyes and reached out to grab his palm, and found that the dragon's palm was full of sticky sweat.

She said "um" and clasped his fingers in the dark.

"Bring me."

Mr. Long swept long eyelashes on her face, and he quietly heard her say, "You can't leave me in the future."

She said the words that made the dragon tremble, those entanglements and fears that seemed to disappear at this moment.

Although it is dark now, Mr. Long feels as if his world is lit up.

She came to him, more precious than anything.

The tip of his nose was bumped. Before Mu Wanwan came out of the sad mood, he heard him say restrainedly, "Yes."

"Dear."

"Okay?"

Mu Wanwan was sour and sweet in her heart. She wondered if you, this dragon, had few kisses, but her body was very honest and did not refuse.

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

His lips are very soft, and when the kiss comes up slowly, with a cherished caution.

The interlocking fingers were gripped tightly by the opponent, as if the opponent would disappear as soon as they were released.

Time seems to have stopped, everything is not important, only each other.

But the lips touched for only a few seconds, and Mr. Long left.

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

"..." Mu Wanwan didn't expect that he would just touch it so purely, but Mr. Long has made great progress from the rejection like that before and no longer avoiding it now.

She wanted to come to Japan for a long time, and there will be many opportunities in the future.

But the dragon is not sure if he knows the marrow of the kiss in the awake state. When Mu Wanwan was about to talk to Mr. Long about the hairpin and discuss the future, he heard the dragon feel awkward, "Kiss again. "

Mu Wanwan: "..."

She was actually moved.

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