It was already late, and the power of late autumn was gradually showing up. Mu Wanwan could feel the cool air climbing up along the floor while standing on the ground. She looked at Mr. Long lying quietly on the bed, and then looked at the thick mattress and jade bed under him, and her heart was in turmoil.

It was strange to say, I don’t know what material the bed in Mr. Long’s room was made of. It looked like a jade bed, but it was not as cold as a jade bed. Instead, it was a little warm and very comfortable to sleep on...

Mu Wanwan became more and more shaken as she thought about it, and when she came to her senses, she had already walked to the bed.

There was only one lamp on the table next to the bed in the room, which emitted soft light through the shade. As the saying goes, "Look at the beautiful dragon under the lamp." Mu Wanwan's eyes unconsciously moved to Mr. Long's face.

He originally had some hair on his forehead, but she pushed it aside because she didn't want to be inconvenient when washing his face. Two long strands of hair hung on one side, and his face was covered with strange lines, but even so, his handsome appearance could be vaguely seen.

He is a very good-looking dragon.

Mu Wanwan thought, he is really very good-looking.

And she couldn't move now. A gentleman should not take advantage of someone in distress. She decided not to sleep in the same quilt with Mr. Long.

Mu Wanwan sighed, helped Mr. Long cover himself with the quilt, found some thicker clothes to put on, and climbed onto the bed dejectedly.

Fortunately, this jade bed is not very cold, and sleeping here is much better than lying on the table...

Anyway, if the weather is good tomorrow, the quilt and mattress will be dry, and it will not be a problem for one night.

Mu Wanwan turned sideways, not daring to look at Mr. Long lying beside her, and slowly closed her eyes.

But she didn't know if God was playing a joke on her. When Mu Wanwan woke up from the backache the next day, she heard the sound of rain outside the house.

It was raining.

Mu Wanwan rubbed her head in pain. Fortunately, she had put away the quilt and mattress last night, otherwise she would have to wait for several days. She

got up, washed, and searched for a long time before finally finding an oil-paper umbrella with a missing corner in a side hall. She used the umbrella to shuttle between the main hall and the side hall to make brunch.

She woke up a little late today, so she just made brunch. It was a pity that she didn't have meat yesterday, so she might as well cook some spirit pig bone soup for lunch. Mu Wanwan thought of the dishes and started to cook.

The vegetables bought from the market were all very good. Feng and Lan'er, the elf brother and sister, were very good at taking care of vegetables. Even though they had been left overnight, the leaves were not wilted.

In the past, in modern times, she lived alone and had mastered the skill of cooking. She was not a great chef, but she could cook some home-cooked dishes and she was not slow at cooking.

The palace on a rainy day looked a little more mysterious than usual. Mu Wanwan walked from the side hall to the main hall with an umbrella, through the corridor and the yard. When she was about to reach the door of the room, her foot slipped and she almost lost her balance. The umbrella fell directly to the ground.

Mu Wanwan protected the food box with one hand and rubbed it hard on the wall with the other hand. The wall was not very smooth, and she accidentally rubbed the edge. Almost in an instant, the skin on her palm was broken and bleeding.

She couldn't help but scream in pain. A few drops of rain dripped down her scalp, blocking her vision. Mu Wanwan reached out and wiped it away. Before she could pick up the umbrella on the ground, she felt a person appear in front of her blurred vision.

He had long black hair like satin, casually draped, wearing a moon-white silk robe, and a pair of broken horns. The rain blurred his silhouette. Mu Wanwan could only see the pair of narrow and long eyes like black ink, looking straight at her. With just one glance, he disappeared in the rain like dust.

Is it... Mr. Long?

Is she hallucinating?

Mu Wanwan felt a little sad. She rubbed her eyes and looked at the door of the room several times like an idiot. There was nothing there, no sign of the dragon.

She really was. She had been dreaming so much these days that she even had hallucinations. Mu Wanwan picked up the umbrella on the ground with self-mockery. She couldn't explain the slight sense of loss in her heart. She walked into the room a little wolfishly -

the dragon was still lying on the bed obediently!

Mu Wanwan couldn't tell what she felt in her heart. She just sighed, took a handkerchief and quietly walked aside to wipe her hair.

She wiped her hair silently, not noticing Mr. Long's trembling white knuckles, nor did she notice that he swallowed a mouthful of blood in pain.

He woke up early, quietly listening to the sounds of her working, and couldn't help but release a trace of consciousness to stick to the corner of her clothes, following her in washing clothes and cooking, finding umbrellas and folding clothes. Only when her hand brushed against the wall, he couldn't help but showed up before he knew what he was capable of.

But he only lasted for a short moment, without even looking at her carefully, and was suppressed and dissipated.

He was really the most useless dragon.

Mr. Long thought, he couldn't even see her with his own eyes, and couldn't even help her up when she fell.

For the first time, Mr. Long hated himself for fighting seven people alone for a ridiculous reason. If he hadn't been injured, would he not be unable to even see her like he is now?

——Mu Wanwan thought that it was just her own hallucination, and she never thought that it was the real Mr. Long. After she wiped her hair, she changed her coat. After thinking about it, she took Mr. Long's ointment and said softly, "Mr. Long, I'll use some of your ointment, because it's on my hand, it's not convenient to do things."

She scooped a small piece of ointment and rubbed it on the painful hand. Soon the wound healed. She closed the lid, breathed a sigh of relief, opened the food box, and looked at the well-protected and fragrant bone soup. Her mood improved a little.

"Mr. Long, I bought bones." Mu Wanwan held the bowl and started to feed Long as usual, "It should taste good."

But this time, for some reason, Mr. Long just pursed his lips tightly and didn't cooperate with her to swallow like before.

Mu Wanwan poked him several times with a spoon, and the bright juice was about to flow down his chin, but Mr. Long still didn't drink.

Mu Wanwan felt something was wrong. She took a small sip from the bowl. She had to say that the spirit pig bones were extremely delicious. She only took a small sip and felt the mouth was full of freshness and fragrance, and there was also a faint spiritual energy that was so light that it was almost faint. At least it proved that her craftsmanship was not a problem.

Why is Mr. Long so resistant? Shouldn't Mr. Long be a plant dragon?

Mu Wanwan simply put the bowl aside and said, "Sorry for the offense."

Then she reached out and pinched Mr. Long's chin, half-forcing Mr. Long to open his mouth.

As soon as he opened his mouth, Mu Wanwan was scared to death. A lot of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth and dripped onto the pillow. It seemed that the blood could not be stopped and it soaked her hands with warmth.

She was a little dazed for a moment, her whole body was shaking, and she quickly loosened her hand that was pinching Mr. Long's chin. She had no appetite to drink the pig bone soup anymore. She just ran to the box and picked up the old ginseng that was of poor quality but their best. She cut a big piece with shaking hands and stuffed it into Mr. Long's mouth roughly.

"Mr. Long, Mr. Long..." Mu Wanwan called his name softly, and said in a panic as if chanting a spell, "Stop the bleeding quickly, stop the bleeding quickly."

She was really anxious. His tail just rotted yesterday, and he started to vomit blood today. Mu Wanwan felt that she was not good enough for this dragon. The book said that he would wake up, and there was no description of his miserable condition in the past three years. She only thought that she should be able to take care of him, but she didn't expect that he would be so serious and miserable. It was so

miserable that she was almost unable to give up on him.

Not sure if her prayers worked, but Mr. Long's bleeding finally stopped. Mu Wanwan waited for a while, and was relieved when she saw that his complexion was getting better and he was indeed no longer vomiting blood.

Her hands were sticky with his blood, and her pillow was also soiled by him. She had to give him her only pillow tonight.

Raising a dragon is really troublesome, and it makes people feel anxious and restless.

Mu Wanwan sighed, changed his pillow, washed her hands, gently wiped the blood off his cheek, cut another smaller slice of ginseng to replace the one in his mouth, and then she had time to sit down and eat her lunch.

The soup was already cold. She didn’t eat well because she was worried about Mr. Long. She wondered if the soup was stained with Mr. Long’s blood. It tasted completely different from what she had just drunk. It was very fishy and not tasty at all.

And it was so expensive.

She would never buy it again next time. Mu Wanwan frowned, and she couldn’t stop worrying in her heart—

Mr. Long’s injury was more serious than she thought. If she didn’t work harder and make some money in the next few days, when she went to the market next time, not only would Mr. Long be out of spirit stones, she would also have no money to eat.

The author has something to say: Mu Wanwan: “The burden of supporting the family is overwhelming me.”