Mr. Long's consciousness has been hovering around Mu Wanwan. Seeing her face getting paler and paler, he became more and more anxious. He even wanted to pull her into his arms regardless of everything.

However, he was afraid of her reaction after she woke up.

If she had never been exposed to the light and had never been taken care of by someone so persistently, perhaps he could not care about her feelings. But he had already tasted the taste of comfort, and he was afraid to reveal the fact that he had woken up.

Because he was worried that she would be afraid of him and would think he was disgusting.

His original form was so ugly, he had one more ugly claw than a normal dragon. It was said that humans would abandon dragons with ugly original forms, and now he was disabled, and he had a bad reputation outside...

He felt that she would not accept him.

However, he could not deceive himself.

Mr. Long held her hand, clasped her palms together, his heart swelled, and his handsome face flushed. His

slightly hot body temperature flowed along his broad palm, from the palm clasped with Mu Wanwan's to her body little by little.

He was still hesitating, but his body temperature was like a warm candle in the dark night, making Mu Wanwan, who was feeling uncomfortable all over, instinctively want to get closer.

It was so warm...

Everything around him was cold, only his palms were warm.

Perhaps everyone has an instinct to get closer to warmth. Although Mu Wanwan's consciousness was floating, after she felt a little more comfortable, she tried her best to hold Mr. Long's hand tightly, and even climbed up with her other hand to hug his arm.

So warm, so warm.

Mu Wanwan opened her eyes slightly in a daze, but it was pitch black in front of her and she couldn't see anything.

She even thought that she had returned to her childhood and was locked in a dark orphanage alone.

It was winter, and the three children who lived together were all adopted. Only she, because of continuous fever, was considered an unhealthy child and could not be adopted.

The dean was usually very peaceful, but that day, he seemed to be suddenly fed up with her, so he turned off the power and locked her in the room. It was the

same that time, her head was hot, but her body was cold, and everything around her was icy. She curled up in the corner desperately, but still couldn't feel any warmth.

But this time was different.

Something was very warm.

"Cold... I'm so cold..."

Mu Wanwan was unwilling to let go of Mr. Long's arm, and even held it tighter, like a drowning person holding onto driftwood.

Mr. Long only felt her soft body pressed against him, with a damp and cold breath, but it didn't make him feel disgusted at all.

It was the first time he saw her so fragile, even her voice was gone. She had lost her usual confidence and tenacity in life, and was left with only helplessness.

This time, although he was trembling and his blood was flowing backwards at the fact that their skin was in contact, he still kept his mind.

Could he really pull her into his arms?

His hesitation and entanglement were all gone the next moment when he heard her fragile voice "Mr. Long". His mind was broken, like a rushing rock, and it collapsed in an instant.

What saint, what worry, what consideration for her!

At this moment, he selfishly threw all of them behind his mind.

He wanted her,

only her.

Only her.

Mr. Long thought he must have gone crazy. When he came to his senses, Mu Wanwan had been pulled into his arms almost roughly by him.

They crossed two wedding quilts, a distance of half a meter.

From where he had to try his best to touch her fingertips, she came to his side.

His heart was beating like a drum, and Mr. Long's cheeks were hot. He clumsily but carefully arranged the wedding quilt until the two of them were completely covered.

Mu Wanwan was actually a little painful when he pulled her, but that little pain was insignificant compared to the physical discomfort. She only felt that she had escaped from that coldness and came to a warm place.

She instinctively wanted to adjust to a comfortable position, perhaps because she felt that there was something warmer than what she had just hugged, so she began to struggle with her hands until she touched his hot and warm chest, then she stopped moving with satisfaction, leaned against him, even put her face against him, and rubbed it shamefully, not realizing how big a hole she had dug for her future self.

Mu Wanwan was now a little fuzzy from the fever, and she vaguely felt that the wish she made as a child had come true.

She wanted a well-behaved and warm large pillow, the most expensive kind sold in stores.

It is comfortable and safe. When she is afraid of being alone, afraid of the dark, or unable to eat ice cream like other kids because she has no money, she can just hit the pillow to vent her anger, and then have a good sleep leaning against the large, comfortable and warm pillow. Then she will not be afraid of anything. ^_^

But...

Mu Wanwan thought vaguely -

why is this pillow very comfortable on the top, but a little cold and hard on the bottom, which makes her feel uncomfortable.

It seems that this wish has not been realized perfectly enough.

Mu Wanwan curled up her legs in grievance, facing the warm heat source, and felt extremely relieved.

However, when she wakes up, she will have to replace this pillow! Replace it with a more comfortable one!

Mr. Long could only let her touch him with a red face and stiff body, and let her struggle and kick his tail several times. Her little strength was not enough to tickle him, and not only did it not hurt, but it also ignited him like a cat's paw.

He could clearly feel the body temperature transmitted through her thin clothes. It was obviously cold, but it made him almost burn.

Moreover, in her current posture, her cheek was just against his chest, and her warm breath sprayed on him, bringing waves of wet and hot shudders.

Mr. Long felt that he was accepting the greatest test of his life. He resisted the novel feeling he had never experienced before and his mind fell on her cheek.

She must still be feeling uncomfortable. Her face was still pale, her eyebrows were wrinkled, her lips were also white, and her feet were cold when she kicked him.

Mr. Long's eyelashes trembled, and he gently raised his right hand, wrapped it around her neck as she lay on her side, gently lifted her sweaty hair, and gently brushed her forehead with his fingertips to make her feel more comfortable.

Then, as if he was tempted, he resisted again and again, but still trembled his fingertips and gently put his arm on her waist.

Soft and a little warm.

Yeah, very soft.

Mr. Long's cheeks not only turned red, but his body temperature also rose a lot, and he let Mu Wanwan get closer to him comfortably.

Mr. Long couldn't stand it anymore and quickly took his arm away. His whole body was hot and he felt like he was going to die of the heat. The fingertips that had just touched her waist were all sweaty, his eyelashes were trembling, his heartbeat was abnormally fast, and he was even a little worried that his heartbeat would wake her up.

He kind of lost his mind and covered his red cheeks with his hands and took several deep breaths.

No.

No.

What is he thinking?

How can he be so shameless?

Now that his wife is sick and she is in so much pain, he thinks he is so damn happy.

The author has something to say: Little angels (accusing loudly): "Mr. Long, how can you be so shameless!!"