What?

Hug, hug, hug him?

Mu Wanwan was confused by what Mr. Long said. She wondered if she was hallucinating or heard wrongly, otherwise why would Mr. Long let her hug him?

Even if he woke up recently, he shouldn't be so, so insensitive to her_(:з」∠)_Mu

Wanwan tried to relax herself. She felt strangely unfamiliar in her heart. She couldn't tell whether it was shyness or uneasiness, or even a trace of expectation buried in her heart that she herself couldn't even detect.

She was waiting, she was waiting for his next move.

She hoped that everything just now was her hallucination -

after all, a plant dragon that she had always thought was in a coma suddenly woke up. He had helped her slap Fu Liu's face before, and later gave her a Qiankun bag and a bracelet...

And the Qiankun bag couldn't recognize its master before, but her fingers were wet last night, and she didn't know what he did, but she could recognize the Qiankun bag as her master.

Mu Wanwan's mind was in a mess, full of messy fantasies and his gentle "Madam".

If, if,

this dragon woke up but pretended not to wake up, and did something to her every night that she didn't know about, wouldn't it be very... very bad?

She should wait. If this bad dragon was going to say something forced (wow) to her at night when she didn't know about it, she would definitely resist even if she risked being killed by the bad dragon with a bad temper in the eyes of others.

She has always been a person with a strong bottom line. Even if Mr. Long is her nominal husband, he cannot force her.

Mu Wanwan was having wild thoughts, nervous and afraid. She only felt that Mr. Long's palm pressing on her was getting hotter and hotter. His body temperature was about to burn her heart little by little.

She closed her eyes. In fact, her body was shaking a little bit, which was different from when she was sleeping in the past. But a dragon who had finally mustered up the courage to take a step closer was so embarrassed that he could hardly breathe. The

dragon's might that dominated the continent and shocked all directions disappeared without a trace. The seventh-level consciousness that the single old dragon had spent more than a hundred years to cultivate was also tied up in the air and entangled.

Mr. Long was almost unable to bear it just thinking about what was going to happen next. The person under him was slightly different, but this dragon who was obsessed with his secret love didn't notice it at all...

He didn't even dare to look at her face. He just slowly, slowly turned Mu Wanwan over and over, and gently put her arms in a position, so that she was lying on her side facing him, as if she was holding something.

Then, carefully, slowly, almost self-ignited, he lay beside her and put his arm between her arms.

Finally, he gently touched her head, and with a satisfied face, he didn't move.

Mu Wanwan was prepared to fight back and even risk her life: "..."

No, Mr. Long's "hold him" = "hold his arm" ≠ "he's going to hold her by force (?)"

The moment Mu Wanwan figured it out, she felt very mixed emotions. She felt that she had a certain misunderstanding of Mr. Long. The fear that he was going to force her also gradually dissipated.

But she still couldn't understand why Mr. Long woke up but didn't say anything, and he woke up like a perverted boss tonight and ended things hastily like a pure and childish dragon...

In short, she only had one thing to say -

it turns out that he is such a dragon.

However, she didn't dislike Mr. Long like this.

Mu Wanwan felt much more relaxed. She felt the heat coming from Mr. Long. After staying up all night, she finally fell asleep.

...

The next morning, Mr. Long's arm, which had been stretched into his quilt, had been retracted. He lay in his quilt in the same position as before. If it weren't for the clear memory of last night, Mu Wanwan would have thought that it was all hallucination.

Mu Wanwan seemed to be living in a dream. She rubbed her face and felt a little hot on the tip of her ears.

He called her Madam, which meant that he knew that he was his wife in name only.

Wife...

Mu Wanwan exhaled slightly and slowly got up from the bed.

The temperature dropped again today, but she felt that it was much hotter than usual.

After she put on her clothes, she couldn't help but look back at the "weak, helpless and pitiful" Mr. Long, and patted his cheeks gently -

then, then she would no longer be a single fairy from now on?

She, she seemed to have a husband.

When washing and doing housework, the bracelet on her wrist always showed her presence. Mu Wanwan was cultivating spiritual plants in a depressed mood, and her face was absent-minded that even Maochi could see it.

"Chirp~" Mengmeng walked back and forth among the many pots of seedlings cultivated by Mu Wanwan like a little guard as usual, and then touched the leaves of the seedlings twice, and then turned her attention to Mu Wanwan, chirping twice to express her concern.

Mu Wanwan touched its little scarf and wanted to whisper to Jiu for a while, but when she thought of Long who might be awake, she felt her breath stuck in her throat, unable to come out.

She had received too much information from yesterday to now.

Her heart was in a mess. After all, a husband who was in a coma and would not hurt her at all and a husband who had secretly woken up but did not tell her and might still have many secrets were completely different.

Mu Wanwan simply could not accept it for a moment. She knew too little about Mr. Long. Apart from his childhood experiences and his current misery, she knew nothing about his past.

Even though she did not see any malice or disgust in his behavior yesterday, she even only felt his caution and pity.

However, this is in the book. According to the plot of the melodramatic novel she had read, Mr. Long would fall in love with Bai Shuiyao when he woke up.

Thinking of this, Mu Wanwan's heart became even more confused, mixed with a hint of helpless sourness and bitterness.

She knew it, she knew it.

Ever since she learned from Mao Jiu that Mr. Long was awake, she vaguely realized that she did not have no feelings for Mr. Long. And he did not force her last night. Thinking about it carefully, even if he woke up very early, he did not hurt her, and even helped her vent her anger and gave her things...

A faint feeling of unknown nature surged in her heart, a little sweet, a little lemony, and a little worried about the unknown and the new life, making her a little reluctant to move forward.

Sighing slowly, Mu Wanwan rubbed Mengmeng's fur twice as if to vent, and turned Mengmeng over and over. "Chiujiu!" Mengmeng protested, but was ruthlessly refuted and rubbed by Wanwan.

It was already early winter, but the weather was very good today.

The sun shone in the yard, sprinkled on the fur of the wolf, and the spirit chickens not far away were also chirping, and the creamy yellow and white chickens were huddled together.

The Ningxue planted yesterday actually bloomed.

The white and crystal petals spread out, just like the depression in her heart, which also spread out with the slowly blooming flowers.

Mu Wanwan looked at Meng Menglang's evasive look, and suddenly laughed out loud as if she was stupid. Suddenly she felt relieved - forget it, what's the point of thinking so much? Long woke up,

so what? Could she beat Long into a plant dragon again? It's just that he woke up a little earlier. Besides, even if she really likes Mr. Long, so what? She always looks at Long with the tinted glasses that Mr. Long in the book would like Bai Shuiyao... Thinking of Mr. Long's cautious look last night, Mu Wanwan curled the corners of her lips. She wondered if Long would cry out? Mu Wanwan blushed. She didn’t want to expose Mr. Long. She preferred to believe that Mr. Long, who was kind when he was young, would remain the same when he grew up. He probably didn’t mean to keep silent. And if she exposed him, wouldn’t it be very awkward to look into each other’s eyes? They saw each other every day in this small courtyard, and they even slept in the same bed. Who knew if Long would be completely different after he “woke up” from now? What if he had a bad temper and didn’t say a word for a long time... She, she felt suffocated just thinking about it... However, not exposing him was one thing, and whether she pretended to sleep or not was another. Mr. Long was a top strong man in the mainland in the past. Even if he was injured now, he was awake. He shouldn’t be worse than when she first met him. Mr. Long, who had recovered some strength, would definitely be able to find out that she was pretending to sleep. Mu Wanwan smiled softly. She suddenly felt that she was a little naughty. By doing this, she was giving the choice of their relationship to Mr. Long. What would Mr. Long do if he found out that she was pretending to sleep? Wanwan suddenly figured it out and perfectly dumped all the pressure on Mr. Long. She finally felt better. She let go of Mengmeng who was being kneaded into a mess and started to cultivate the spiritual plants with full energy. According to the plan today, she had to cultivate enough materials to refine two furnaces of Huiling Pills. After she figured out her problem, Mu Wanwan became more efficient and had a more accurate grasp of the spiritual power in her body. She pinched two bellflower seeds and immediately judged that they were not worth cultivating after just a slight feeling. Mu Wanwan didn't even notice that she was completely immersed in a mysterious state. She felt that she had reached a very accurate level of judgment on the subtle vitality and value of the seeds. Even without consuming a trace of spiritual power, the spiritual power of heaven and earth would surge into her body to help her fill the void. She cultivated continuously, and as the green light flowed from her fingertips, one spiritual plant seedling after another was cultivated. Meng Meng looked very excited at first, but soon became tired. However, she did not disturb Mu Wanwan, but jumped into the nest at the side of the bed and lay down to sleep. But when Jiu woke up, the room was almost dark, and Mu Wanwan was still maintaining almost the same posture. Mao Jiu felt a little aggrieved. Meng Meng was a little hungry. Just when Meng Meng was about to send out a "Jiujiu" sonic attack, a pale hand reached out and pinched her little mouth tightly. Mr. Long was half sitting on the bed, with his long black hair draped over his shoulders, black and red curse patterns surging on his face, his eyelids half closed, and his black eyelashes were very long. He held Jiu in one hand and brought it in front of him. With the other hand, he raised his index finger and gently pressed it on his lips, as if to say: "Hmm..." "Don't make a sound." Mengmeng nodded her head in ignorance, but it still hurt a little. Jiu was so unlucky today. She was rubbed by others and scared by the dragon. Mr. Long was not worried at all that Mu Wanwan would find out that he was awake. He used his consciousness and spiritual power to drag a few pieces of medium-grade spiritual stones that she had specially placed on his pillow before, and slowly sent them to her side. His wife suddenly realized. But that little spiritual power of heaven and earth is still limited. At this time, absorbing more spiritual stones can maintain the sudden realization for a longer time. Mr. Long was quite experienced in this. He looked in her direction with his deep black eyes, his lips slightly raised, and he felt a little disappointed. His wife was indeed extremely talented. This time, she might be able to advance to the third-level wood cultivator. From the first time he saw her to now, it has been less than two months. Even if his own blood played a role in it, it was still quite amazing. She is so good, she is so good. He can't delay her any longer. The meridians in his body grew better little by little, but Mr. Long couldn't be happy. When the fifth pronucleus is connected, he will have to become a scum dragon. With his lips pursed, Mr. Long was fragile in his heart. How long can he have such happiness? A few days? A dozen days? Before the lady finds out that he has woken up, before it affects or harms the lady. Just allow him, indulge him, even a little more. There is some suspicious heat on his cheeks. He has held her hand, hugged her, and next time, he wants to really, really kiss her. Will it be, it's too much. The author has something to say: Mr. Long: "Let me indulge myself, I will kiss the lady tonight." Mu Wanwan, who already knows everything: "Ha." *Zha Mu has a feeling that the update of this chapter may make many little angels very dissatisfied, Zha Mu still wants to explain. Seeing that many little babies really want to expose Mr. Long, there will be an embarrassing scene of four people looking into each other's eyes. That would make us feel comfortable, but it was only temporary, because the relationship between the two had not developed to that stage. Mr. Long was so naive and self-abased, and was caught by his wife, who he thought only sympathized with him. Given his fragile and naive personality, he would most likely run away after being exposed instead of being embarrassed.

As for Wan Wan, Mr. Long is actually very unfamiliar. Although she sympathizes with Mr. Long and has a good impression of him because of Mr. Long and some subsequent events, she is also afraid of him. She cannot guarantee what kind of dragon Mr. Long is.

After saying so much, I still hope that the little angels can have more patience with Wan Wan and Mr. Long. In addition, don’t you think this is actually very sweet? As the story slowly develops, there will definitely be sweetness of mutual secret love, and there will be more open sweetness! (Ahem, stubborn desire to survive)