Mu Wanwan closed the door of the yard with the spirit stone in her pocket. After thinking for a while, she decided not to put the spirit plant in the yard, but moved it into the room.

She put away the unexpected monthly allowance, packed up the coins, and placed the spirit stone next to Mr. Long's pillow -

he was lying on the bed, his expression was no different from when she left.

"Mr. Long, did you do this?" Mu Wanwan couldn't help but ask, and of course she didn't get any response. Instead, as soon as she finished speaking, Maoqiu, who was covered by the handkerchief, made a clear sound.

"Chirp! Chirp!"

Mu Wanwan quickly put down the spirit stone, walked to the side of Maotuan, and lifted the handkerchief.

"Chirp..." The pressure disappeared, and there was air. Mengmeng finally didn't feel so uncomfortable anymore. She didn't care about the stinky little chicken beside her. She lay on the ground as if she was freed, and chirped like a sigh in a humane way.

In Mu Wanwan's eyes, it seemed that he was exhausted because of being too tired.

She felt distressed and untied Mengmeng. She reached out and touched his little head with her fingers, "Mengmeng, is it you?"

Mengmeng knew nothing. Mengmeng was innocent. Mengmeng blinked her black eyes and rubbed Mu Wanwan's palm enthusiastically.

Its expression was as if it was saying - "Meng Meng did it!"

With a softer look in his eyes, Mu Wanwan said softly and tenderly, "Meng Meng is really awesome!"

A certain dragon who was secretly watching everything with his consciousness: "..."

It's this chirp again!!

Mr. Long was so wronged that he really wanted to open his eyes and say that it was him who did it, but he was afraid that his wife would be scared if he woke up suddenly.

The most important thing is that his wife hasn't bathed him yet.

Forget it, he endured it!

Mr. Long pursed his lips, regardless of whether his heart had turned into a lemon, his body was motionless, and he listened to her sourly.

He was terrified and helpless. Sadly, when the consciousness saw her say "Thank you, Mao Chirp, she is very happy", the feeling of grievance gradually dissipated.

He pricked up his ears and listened to her saying that she was worried about Fu Liu's revenge, but he was not worried in his heart -

how could he just let the maid slap herself a few times and expose her offense and contempt for the lady? It was even more impossible to let her have the opportunity to cause trouble. Soon after she returned, she would probably be thrown out for asking for death.

Soon after being thrown out, she might find that the spiritual energy in her dantian was decreasing with every use, and she would never be able to cultivate again.

Mr. Long thought darkly that he was not the kind of soft-hearted dragon. It was okay for Mao Jiuding to take the credit this time. What if the lady knew that he did it and thought he was a cruel dragon?

Thinking of this, the last trace of depression in his heart was replaced by joy.

Oh, this little chick seems to be very happy. In a few days, the lady will be the one who bullied the chick.

If Mengmeng knew that she was blamed again, she would definitely cry. It was too miserable for the bad dragon to blame so many things when Chick didn't know anything. After all, it was just a cub of a few months old!

Mu Wanwan was a little worried, but things had come to this, so she could only accept it. Without wasting time, she comforted the chick and went to the kitchen to get hot water.

She went back and forth several times, and the sound of getting hot water was like the sound of suona for welcoming the bride, hot and noisy, with involuntary joy and expectation.

Mu Wanwan made preparations, placed a few warm stones in the barrel, moved a small stool next to the barrel, and prepared to pick up the plant dragon and throw it into the barrel.

Mr. Long's ears trembled nervously when he noticed that she was getting closer and closer to him.

Mu Wanwan was also a little embarrassed, but when she saw the dirt on Mr. Long's underwear, her embarrassment turned into a desire for cleanliness. She reached out and untied Mr. Long's belt, which was still stained with a little chicken odor, with disdain. She put her hand on his shoulders, took off the underwear that she had put on Long before, and threw it on the ground.

Mr. Long's eyelashes trembled when his skin touched the slightly cold air. It was just a normal way to take off his clothes, but he felt that his wife was touching him.

"Mr. Long, it's so dirty." Before Mu Wanwan had time to appreciate the tight abdominal muscles and the veritable mermaid line of a certain dragon, she saw that the chicken's stinky smell had actually stained him a little.

Ugh!

The mood of appreciating beauty was gone. Mu Wanwan frowned slightly, and hurriedly took the handkerchief on the side to wrap her palm, and then like a strongman, holding Mr. Long's tail with one hand and putting the other hand under his neck, she struggled to pick up the dragon princess.

Mr. Long innocently pretended to sleep, like a large Barbie doll, allowing his wife to play with him.

"It's so heavy." It was the first time that Mu Wanwan held the dragon in her arms completely. She felt that the dragon in her arms was as heavy as the pressure of life itself that was about to crush her.

When Mu Wanwan finally put the dragon into the wooden barrel with great difficulty, half of her clothes were wet.

The well-behaved Mr. Long sat in the wooden barrel with his tail coiled up, blushing. The wooden barrel that could completely fit Mu Wanwan could only fit most of the dragon.

Although Mr. Long's tail was no longer pointed, its size when coiled up was surprisingly large. Half of his chest was exposed, and his long black hair was draped and soaked in water.

The mist was steaming, making the whole dragon pink.

Mu Wanwan felt that her waist couldn't bear it any longer. She took a breath and thought that giving Mr. Long a bath was really too much for her waist, okay?

She sighed and rolled up her sleeves, revealing two white arms.

Her skin was really good =w=

Mu Wanwan couldn't help but touch her slippery arms. Since she kissed Mr. Long secretly last time and drank dragon blood to improve her strength, she felt that her skin was getting better and better.

The white arm pressed on Mr. Long's shoulder and helped Mr. Long adjust his posture. Mu Wanwan was ready to take the ladle to give Long a bath.

This time, she even washed his hair. Mu Wanwan touched Mr. Long's long hair, scooped up a bucket of water, and slid it down his hair, down his collarbone, and disappeared into the water. Mu Wanwan reached out and lifted a strand of his hair, and faced his shoulder, which had turned red at some point.

Her face turned red immediately.

In fact, this was not the first time she had done such a cleaning thing, and a certain dragon didn't have one now (wow), so her feeling was probably from being embarrassed at the beginning to being desperate later. It was just giving a dragon a bath, wasn't it? Or a plant dragon, she didn't want to do anything to him, she didn't have to worry about it at all! !

Mu Wanwan tried hard to convince herself to just scrub the body without looking. She took a common plant she had bought for cleaning and squeezed out the juice from the full leaves. She rubbed it in her palms and was about to apply it on Mr. Long's furry ears when she caught a glimpse of his watery eyelashes and rosy lips. Then she looked at the terrible white juice in her hands...

Mu Wanwan: "..."

Don't look at it if it's inappropriate. Don't look at it if it's inappropriate.

She was very simple and didn't have any other thoughts. It was her fault that she didn't think there was anything wrong with this plant juice with excellent cleaning ability. qwq

Her cheeks were hot. Mu Wanwan quickly dipped her hands in water to rub out the foam and quickly gave Long a bath.

She felt a little uncomfortable and ambiguous, but Mr. Long was already in trouble.

His patience was about to reach its limit.

He knew that his wife was very soft,

but he didn't expect her to be so soft. He knew that his wife was very gentle, but he didn't expect her to be so gentle.

Although it was just pure cleansing without any other thoughts, he couldn't help himself.

The warm fingertips, with slightly scalding hot water, followed his ears, which were very sensitive to temperature and humidity, all the way down...

The curse had not completely subsided, and his meridians were still a little painful, but Mr. Long already felt the blood flowing back and his body boiling.

...

"Hmm..."

When Mu Wanwan was rubbing Long's ears, she suddenly heard a low sound of endurance. She froze for a moment and looked at Mr. Long's face in disbelief -

although his cheeks were very red, his brows were still wrinkled, his lips were pursed, and his face was in pain. He didn't look like he was awake.

Did she hear it wrong?

Mu Wanwan rubbed Long's ears a few more times, rubbing them repeatedly tentatively. When she did not hear any other sounds, she gradually felt relieved.

That's right, she had only been here for a short time, Mr. Long couldn't have woken up so soon, right?

Mr. Long was enduring with great difficulty, and felt that every second was tortured, but he also wanted time to pass slower and slower.

He stopped making any sound. Mu Wanwan washed his ears and hair smoothly. After rinsing and drying, Mr. Long became a decent dragon again.

"Do you want to brush your scales?" Mu Wanwan's low voice followed Mr. Long's eardrums, blasting crackling sparks all the way~

Wash, wash the scales?

Wouldn't it...

touch some places that shouldn't be touched?

Wouldn't it be too fast?

Mr. Long thought, he was not prepared for such a fast time.

But, if Madam, if Madam wants to.

He, he can do it too.

Mr. Long's thoughts were gradually slipping to the edge of danger. Mu Wanwan had no idea about the bad thoughts of a certain bad dragon. She was really considering whether to rub the scales from the perspective of hygiene.

After all, it hadn't been washed for more than a month, and dragons should like to be clean, right?

She took the brush, and before she started, she heard the crisp sound of hair chirping in her ears -

"Chirp!!"

Meng Meng, who had been neglected in the corner, smelled the fragrance of plants washed by water in the air, and had no intention of "Chirp" to comfort the three chicks who were scared silly by Mr. Long's pressure. She raised her little wings and smelled the stinky hair on her body. Ah, the clean-loving little chirp couldn't stand it!

After Mu Wanwan untied the rope for it, she didn't tie Meng Meng up again, so Meng Meng could move freely.

"Jiu!" Meng Meng also wants to take a bath!

So, Long, who was still immersed in the gentle touch of his wife, and Mu Wanwan, the bath scrubber who was exhausted holding the brush, were splashed with water on the face by the increasingly fat Mao Jiu the next second.

Mr. Long, who was forced to wake up from his beautiful thoughts: "..."

The author has something to say: Mr. Long (gritting his teeth): "I will kill this Jiu one day sooner or later."