There were some chaotic footsteps in the yard. Mr. Long endured the pain of bone-gnawing and maintained his consciousness.

He wanted to see how Mu Wanwan disliked him, so that he would have a reason to attribute all her kindness to him in the past few days to her ulterior motives. In this way, he could completely remove the faint shadow of Mrs. Chongxi that was engraved in his heart in the past few days without any pain.

Instead of ridiculously thinking about her kindness to him day after day when she disliked him, like a resentful dragon in a deep relationship, secretly releasing his consciousness to pray every day.

Mr. Long struggled to pull out a trace of consciousness, poked his head out of the room, and clung to the corner of Mu Wanwan's clothes. After all, he was weak and didn't want to see the disgusted look she would reveal later.

Mu Wanwan could not sense the existence of consciousness. She saw that the door of the room was closed tightly, and there were no messy footprints on the ground in the yard. She breathed a sigh of relief, and the next second, she noticed that the unpleasant smell in the air became more and more obvious.

She was worried about Mr. Long in her heart, and she opened the door with a "bang". In an instant, a strong stench hit her face. She couldn't help but took two steps back -

what was going on? Why did the room smell so bad? She remembered that when she left in the morning, it was still fine.

But she only took two steps back, and Mr. Long's fragile heart could no longer bear it.

Yes, he actually had no qualifications to demand how much affection this lady who came for a surprise would have for him. After all, their relationship was just in name only. Not to mention that he could not give her anything, but instead troubled others to take care of him for a long time.

Even if she despised him now, he had no reason to hate her.

Mr. Long pursed his lips tightly and slowly regained consciousness.

He suddenly didn't want to look anymore, didn't want to see the look of her hating him. After all, she didn't even know he was awake, and all this was just his wishful thinking.

Mu Wanwan didn't know that she just took two steps back because of the suffocation, which caused Mr. Long's progress bar to jump forward a lot. After she slowed down, she followed the sunlight shining in from the door and saw the room which became much brighter. She also saw Mr. Long lying on the bed at a glance.

The quilt on him was not moved, so no one should come.

Fortunately, Mr. Long was not bullied.

Mu Wanwan thought, and endured the unpleasant smell in the air, and walked quickly to the bed -

her quilt on the jade bed was neatly folded aside, while the quilt belonging to Mr. Long seemed to be soaked by something, showing a dark color that did not match the bright red.

The smell of rotten meat became stronger at the tip of her nose. She looked at Mr. Long's pale and evil cheeks and his tightly pursed lips. An idea gradually emerged in her mind. Mu Wanwan did not hesitate and reached out to lift the big red wedding quilt covering Mr. Long.

Her movements were actually very light, but they made Mr. Long feel cold all over, as if he was on the edge of a cliff -

it would be soon.

When she lifted the quilt and saw his rotten tail clearly, the paradise-like days he had enjoyed since he was born would be over.

But he still couldn't help but look forward to it. If she didn't dislike him, if she didn't...

No, no, no one would be sincere to him. Hasn't he been living alone for more than a hundred years? The only "good brother" who had given him some sincerity stabbed him hard...

Don't lift the quilt!

Don't look...

Please...

Mr. Long's fingertips couldn't stop trembling, and the moment his skin touched the air, blood flowed back.

And Mu Wanwan also saw Mr. Long's miserable condition the moment the quilt was lifted -

the long dragon tail began to crack from the place where she applied medicine last time, and part of the scales turned from yellow to almost dark black and fell to the side, and the pus and rotten fluid flowing from the wound almost soaked the entire quilt.

Mu Wanwan looked at his wound, which was almost as bad as when she first met him. She felt dizzy and her mood was very complicated. She didn't blame him for dirtying the quilt and bed, but she had a deeper understanding of Mr. Long's injury and felt very sad at the same time.

Why did he become like this after she was out for less than half a day?

When she changed the dressing yesterday, Mr. Long's tail had already healed a lot...

Looking at the mattress and quilt stained with blood, Mu Wanwan suddenly felt very powerless. She stood at the head of Mr. Long's bed and her eyes were red for the first time in shame.

Before she traveled through time, she was just an ordinary office worker, with neither medical knowledge nor stunning beauty. Even in that huge and lonely world, she was always alone.

But after traveling through the book, although life was difficult and there were many crises, because of the existence of Mr. Long, she felt that she was also relied on, and she felt that she could become extremely tough and strong for others.

Although it was only a few short days, her thoughts about Mr. Long, which at the beginning were simply wanting to save his life after he woke up, now carried a touch of sympathy for each other.

But now, she didn't take good care of him.

Mu Wanwan felt a little breathless, and the world in front of her eyes was a little blurry. She shamelessly reached out to wipe away the tears that had come out of her eyes without knowing when, and stood there almost helplessly - she

had to think of a solution quickly, she had to think of a solution quickly.

Should she apply medicine like last time? Or was it actually wrong for her to do that last time? Countless thoughts crowded in Mu Wanwan's head, making her unable to react at all.

The room gradually became quiet. Mr. Long's heart beat faster and faster, but he did not hear her hateful curses, nor her screams of collapse, nor even the sound of her moving her feet to escape.

What was her reaction? Was she scared by him?

Mr. Long still couldn't help it, and quietly stretched out a trace of consciousness, but that trace of consciousness seemed to be lost the moment it saw Mu Wanwan's expression, and it stood there in a daze.

She cried.

She actually cried, why would she cry.

Would she cry for him?

She was not annoyed, nor did she dislike him.

Mr. Long couldn't explain his feelings for a moment. This was different from what he expected, and it was different from what he had simulated.

The roots of his ears blushed shamelessly, and Mr. Long's eyelashes trembled. He actually felt that his tail, which had rotted again because of the curse, was not so painful anymore.

After the plot in Mr. Long's mind advanced by nearly a hundred chapters, Wanwan finally calmed down. She now deeply regretted not memorizing every word of the book carefully.

If she looked carefully, she might be able to find a way to cure Mr. Long's tail. The book said that Mr. Long was seriously injured because of a fight with another tribe leader. She didn't know the reason at all, and she couldn't take Mr. Long to see a doctor. All she could do was to get him some food and occasionally feed him some spiritual stones...

Wait, spiritual stones.

An idea flashed through her mind like lightning, and Mu Wanwan hurriedly piled all the spiritual stones in her pocket into Mr. Long's ears. At the same time, she blamed herself even more -

how could she forget that Mr. Long was a practicing dragon, and his injuries could not be cured by simply applying ointment. He would probably need a lot of spiritual energy to replenish his body.

Moreover, Mr. Long is in a state of long-term coma as a plant dragon. Most of his meridians are seriously damaged. He certainly cannot directly absorb the thin spiritual energy between heaven and earth. If he does not have the spiritual stones by his side, he is like a dry land. Not to mention using spiritual power to repair his meridians, it is hard for him to survive.

Mu Wanwan raised her sleeves to wipe away her tears. She did not mind the bad smell in the room. She sat on the bed and stared at the spiritual stones placed next to Mr. Long's ears, hoping that this method would work.

I don't know if praying is useful. The spiritual stones seemed to fade a little bit in Mu Wanwan's sight, turning into misty spiritual energy and entering Mr. Long's body.

Author's words: Hahahaha, today I suddenly thought of an interesting idiom explanation, welcome little angels to add to it -

Deep-closeted resentful dragon: refers to Mr. Long who lived alone in the cold palace after being abandoned by Wan Wan. Refers to a tragic lifestyle of the dragon clan.

Shameless dragon: refers to Mr. Long's first reaction after finding out that Wan Wan actually cried for him was a shameless expression of joy and shyness. A derogatory word, often used in the dragon clan to criticize a certain dragon as being shameless.