Mr. Long didn't have to wait long before he felt her body, still a little cold, slowly move towards him, and his heart was beating uncontrollably.

As she had more underwear than the average person, Mr. Long could clearly feel her lifting a corner of the quilt and getting in little by little, first her arms, then her legs...

Because she hadn't planned to sleep with Mr. Long before, Mr. Long slept in the middle of the quilt, and Mu Wanwan gently pulled the edge of the quilt, and could only cover half of her body without touching Mr. Long.

So the half of her body that was close to Mr. Long could clearly feel the warm air coming from him, but the half of her body that was not covered with the quilt was very cold, forming a sharp contrast with the other half.

Mu Wanwan was a little embarrassed, but she was too tired during the day and didn't sleep well in the first half of the night. Now she was very tired. She thought that Mr. Long was unconscious anyway, so it shouldn't matter if her arm touched him a little. She just had to be careful not to touch the wound on Mr. Long's tail.

Mu Wanwan was struggling in her mind for a while, and finally decided to lower her head to cool down_(:з」∠)_

She thought about it, and first moved herself out of the quilt again -

she was still wearing very heavy clothes, and it would be very uncomfortable to cover herself with the quilt, so she just took off a few coats first.

But her sudden departure made Mr. Long a little uncomfortable. In fact, he had already prepared himself when she came in little by little, but he didn't expect that person to leave so suddenly.

Mr. Long felt a little bitter and even a little aggrieved.

So she wasn't prepared?

There was a rustling sound in his ears. Before Mr. Long could react to the disappointment of Mu Wanwan's departure, he felt the quilt moved again. This time, Mu Wanwan's movement was much bigger than the last time, and her whole body was inserted into it.

Because Mr. Long had occupied most of the quilt before, Mu Wanwan inevitably touched Mr. Long's arm when she moved, but she quickly adjusted her posture, carefully kept some distance from Mr. Long, curled herself up, and carefully retracted her legs.

Although there was no pillow, it was much better than sleeping outside. Mu Wanwan thought for a moment and said softly, "Mr. Long, it's raining and I don't have a blanket to cover myself with. It's so cold. I'll stay with you for a few nights. You shouldn't mind it."

She couldn't help laughing twice, and then she thought of something. She whispered, "You don't realize it. You wouldn't know even if I took advantage of you... I'm so sleepy..."

It was the first time she was so close to him. Her voice seemed to be much clearer than usual. It was just a sound, but it seemed to have turned into sound waves, which circled around, penetrated through the air of only a few dozen centimeters, and attacked Mr. Long's heart all at once.

He felt his face was a little hot, and in addition to the pain of the broken meridians, there seemed to be something else.

Mr. Long couldn't explain it. He could only feel Mu Wanwan's satisfied sighs and her gradually slowing breathing. His heart trembled a little, but he slowly calmed down.

It turned out that she just wanted to sleep with him because she was cold, and she didn't mean anything else.

Mr. Long felt a little lost and uncomfortable in his heart -

he was so ugly now, his tail wasn't healed yet, and he vomited blood in the afternoon. It was normal for his wife to dislike him and not want to have anything to do with him. And his wife didn't know he was awake, so she probably couldn't do anything else.

Mr. Long gradually calmed down, silently feeling the breath of the person next to him. He only felt that the temperature coming from her body was incredibly hot, and he felt a little dizzy.

Moreover,

she was very close to him, so close that he could touch her if he stretched out his hand.

Mr. Long's heart moved, and he clumsily moved his ring finger and little finger, which had only been able to move not long ago, forward a little bit, and then forward again.

Because most of the meridians were not connected well, Mr. Long only moved forward a few centimeters before he could not move anymore due to the pain.

His forehead was covered with cold sweat, but he couldn't help wanting to touch her with the only fingertip that could move, just a little bit, just a little bit.

Mr. Long's fingertips slid along the bed sheet, but the distance of more than ten centimeters between him and Mu Wanwan was so far. Just when he was about to give up, Mu Wanwan, who was sleeping soundly, moved, causing him to stop his already tiny movement.

But soon, Mr. Long found that because she moved just now, her left fingertips were just a little bit in front of his right fingertips.

His heart beat faster and faster, and Mr. Long's face from ears to cheeks was all red in the dark night. This time, he only tried to move forward a little bit, and he touched her little fingertips.

Soft, a little hot, short nails, round fingertips, warm body temperature was transmitted bit by bit through the fingertips of the man and the dragon...

Mr. Long was almost cooked, and Mr. Long felt that he was really bad.

But he did not move his hand away, and only put his and Mu Wanwan's little fingertips together, his heart swelled, and the corners of his lips slightly curved.

...

But when Mu Wanwan woke up the next morning and found that she was holding Mr. Long's hand, she was still very embarrassed.

Her sleeping posture was still very good, because she was worried about touching Mr. Long's tail, so she was always curled up, but that hand, I don't know what happened, actually crossed the line.

Mu Wanwan didn't know that the dragon who was awake last night was actually a little happy in her heart. She just let go of Mr. Long's hand and got up quickly.

It was still raining outside, but the sky was bright. Mu Wanwan got up to boil water and do housework. She checked the seedlings of burning grass she cultivated yesterday. The small burning grass she cultivated for the first time seemed to have grown only a little overnight, but the other ten or so seedlings had obviously grown a little bigger.

Mu Wanwan consumed one tenth of her spiritual energy to simply transfer these twenty burning grasses. After checking, she found that the two low-grade spiritual stones beside Mr. Long's pillow had not moved, and she breathed a sigh of relief.

She filled a basin with hot water, cut a small piece of ginseng, and prepared to help Mr. Long brush his teeth and wash his face, apply some medicine to his tail, and change the ginseng slice in his mouth.

"Mr. Long, change the medicine." Because she didn't like the feeling of being alone all the time, Mu Wanwan chose to treat Mr. Long as a chat partner.

His tail was much better than yesterday, and its self-healing ability was very strong. Mu Wanwan applied some ointment on him, washed her hands, and slowly approached Mr. Long's mouth.

Mu Wanwan looked at her fingers getting closer and closer to his beautiful purple lips, and suddenly she felt a little guilty. What kind of a lie was this? She

had to change the ginseng slices anyway.

She had already changed them yesterday, so why was she so embarrassed now?

Mu Wanwan took a deep breath, gently pinched Mr. Long's chin with one hand, and slowly inserted her fingers.

His teeth were a little sharp, and his tongue was very soft...

Mu Wanwan blushed a little, and quickly picked out the ginseng slice whose spiritual energy was almost completely absorbed, and then picked up the prepared mouth-cleaning stuff to help Mr. Long quickly clean his teeth, and stuffed him with a new ginseng slice.

When she finished all this, the warm feeling of Mr. Long's tongue tip on her fingertips still did not fade away. Mu Wanwan felt a little dizzy and wanted to stay away from this plant dragon, so she changed her clothes and went to the yard to dig the soil with an umbrella.

In the morning, in addition to handling chores, she cultivated five burning grass seeds and dug enough soil. After lunch, she began to concentrate on cultivating green star grass seeds.

Green star grass seeds are slightly larger and harder than burning grass seeds.

Because she was worried that two green star grass seedlings would repel each other if planted together, Mu Wanwan specially divided them into many small pots, each of which was filled with soil and a little spiritual soil given by the clan uncle.

She picked up a green star grass seed and, based on the experience of cultivating burning grass in the past two days, began to slowly guide the spiritual energy from her dantian into the seed.

With the experience of yesterday's failed cultivation, she did not hold back this time and kept transferring spiritual energy into it. But maybe it was because her method was wrong. This time, when she transferred about one-third of the spiritual energy, the seed in her palm suddenly exploded.

The small fragments of the explosion hit her face, as if laughing at her self-righteousness.

Mu Wanwan: "..."

She put away the body of the seed with a bit of heartache. One failure cost her five copper coins!

She took another one. This time she was much more careful than before. She did not transfer a lot of spiritual energy in one breath like before. She only transferred about one-fifth of the spiritual energy and stopped.

Only the seed had not changed at all, and it was completely different from when she cultivated the burning grass. Mu Wanwan sighed and buried the second seed of the Green Star Grass in the soil filled with spiritual soil. As soon as she buried it, before she could transfer spiritual power, the seed quickly broke out of the shell, and two tender green buds trembled and pushed through the soil.

Mu Wanwan was very surprised. She looked at the tender buds, and her heart was warm. She couldn't help but reach out and touch the buds. This was not a bud of Green Star Grass, but a quarter of a low-grade spiritual stone!

She felt like she had found the right way to cultivate Green Star Grass, so when she planted the third seed, she directly planted the seed in the spiritual soil, and then guided the wood spiritual power in her body to slowly cultivate it.

This time it went smoothly. She only used one sixth of her spiritual power to see the trembling green star grass seeds.

Mu Wanwan's eyes were bright. Although there was not much spiritual power left in her body, she still tried her best to scrape out some and cultivated another seed. This time it was still successful.

Mu Wanwan thought that the seeds that her uncle picked for her were all very good seeds, so her cultivation success rate was frighteningly high. Except for the fact that she transferred too much spiritual power at the beginning and a green star grass seed exploded, her subsequent success rate was very high. Could it be that her spiritual power was particularly liked by plants? But the original body had cultivated plants casually before, and the success rate was indeed not that high.

Mu Wanwan looked at the three pots of small buds and the large pot of burning grass placed side by side on the window and smiled sincerely. No matter what the reason was, if she could maintain this cultivation speed and success rate, she would be able to earn about twenty low-grade spirit stones the next time she went out.

Perhaps, if Uncle Zong was kind, she could try to exchange it for a medium-grade spirit stone, which should be of great help to Mr. Long's health and perhaps wake him up earlier.

The young buds on the windowsill swayed slightly, and Mu Wanwan had new expectations for her and Mr. Long's future life.