Mr. Long kissed her lips once, then left immediately, lying quietly on the bed, without any other movements.

Mu Wanwan didn't dare to move. Mr. Long kissed her lightly, just like a feather brushing across her lips, with a slightly soft and floating feeling, and it was swept away in an instant. She didn't even have any

series of sweet reactions like in the book - blushing heartbeat, weak legs and numb feet, body numbness...

She even felt that she didn't react at all, it was gone, so fast that it seemed like an illusion.

I don't know if it's a psychological effect, but now she feels that there is a small, light mark on her cheeks where Mr. Long's eyelashes have brushed. It's not that kind of ambiguous, but it feels like being licked by a hairy bird.

It's not annoying. It's

even a little helpless.

Mu Wanwan thought for a long time, and wanted to think that Mr. Long really has some feelings for her, but she also felt that a secret kiss didn't fit in with Mr. Long's cool and domineering personality in the original book.

However... Mu Wanwan, who didn't feel anything special after being kissed secretly, now felt a little embarrassed. Her face was a little hot, and her guard was relaxed a little.

It turns out that the cruel, cold-blooded, ruthless and ruthless tyrant in the legend would be so cautious. Yesterday, Mr. Long said "hold him" = "hold his arm". According to this degree, "kiss her" = "just touch her lips", which seems to be very reasonable...

She pretended to be uncomfortable in her sleep and turned over quietly. The movement was not big, but in the quiet night, it was magnified countless times, making the already undressed Mr. Long's heartbeat almost stop.

He, he really, really kissed her.

Mr. Long's furry ears trembled when he heard the sound of her turning over. He felt sweet, nervous, and fortunate in his heart to comfort himself -

no, she must not have noticed.

He was very careful.

Long waited nervously for a long time, and she didn't move again, and then gradually calmed down.

He felt that he had no regrets.

He did many, many embarrassing things to his wife, and he also let himself do it, indulged himself, and did many, many things secretly when she didn't know. To

him, the existence of his wife was like a floating glimmer of light in the eternal night. He could see her by looking up, and could hold her tightly in his palm by reaching out.

Even if she was forced to do so at first, or later because of sympathy or boredom.

In these short two months, he already liked her very much.

Yes, he liked her.

His heartbeat would speed up when she was close to him, he would be nervous when she called his name, and he would always think of shameless, hateful, and inappropriate things when she fed him.

He liked her, and he also indulged himself.

Without her knowing, he did everything like a pervert -

touched, hugged, and kissed her.

Mr. Long felt sad. Her lips were soft and a little warm.

He just touched her once, and he felt that he could not control himself -

he could not control himself. He wanted to kiss her hard, wake her up, let her see what he looked like, and hear her call him husband.

But he was afraid -

worried that she was afraid of him, worried that when she opened her eyes, she would find the fear and disgust in her eyes when he kissed her, worried that she would feel that he was tarnishing her innocence, and worried that she would cry.

Thinking that she would hate him.

Mr. Long's heart was like being pierced by a needle, and it wrinkled into a ball all of a sudden.

Just imagining that scene, he felt his heart collapse, more painful than when the dragon's horns were cut off.

Mr. Long's side began to be miserable again, and Mu Wanwan was still wondering if Mr. Long would kiss her again tonight.

She had an indescribable feeling, and was even prepared to feel it well this time, waiting for Mr. Long to give her a gentle kiss like he just did.

But after a long time, he didn't move again.

...

The next morning, before it was completely light, Mu Wanwan got up, washed up as usual, finished cleaning up Mr. Long and Mengmeng, and then fed Long, Chiu, and the spirit chicken.

Mu Wanwan was actually very calm when washing the dragon's face, brushing its teeth, cleaning and feeding it. According to her findings in the past two days, dragons usually don't wake up during the day, so she just did it as usual.

After finishing the housework, Mu Wanwan ate the fruit of the green star grass for breakfast, and suddenly found that

her diet had changed a lot.

In the past, after receiving her salary every month, she would take out a few hundred yuan to watch a movie and have a delicious meal to reward herself after deducting the rent and some miscellaneous expenses. At that time, spicy hot pot, hot pot, barbecue and so on were all her favorite foods.

After she crossed into the book, she had nothing to eat at first, but then she gradually got used to it. Now, she was surprised that she hadn't eaten anything delicious for a long time.

There were only a bunch of Baizhen fruits that tasted like rotten apples with orange flavor, and bitter Bixingcao fruits.

Mu Wanwan felt a little bit disappointed. She thought that she would buy some meat and cook it herself after earning more spirit stones this time. As she thought about it, she wanted to check how many spirit stones were left at home. As a result, she wiped Mr. Long's pillow and found that the spirit stones she had put there before were gone, and there was no trace left under the pillow. Suddenly,

she remembered the small pile of ashes she swept from the table beside her when she was cleaning the house yesterday. She didn't pay attention to it at the time, but now she thought about it, it seemed to be the dust left after the spirit stone was absorbed.

Her eyes were complicated for a moment, and Mu Wanwan understood that it was Mr. Long who gave her the spirit stone.

He didn't seem to be as bad as outsiders said.

To be honest, it was beyond Mu Wanwan's expectation that Mr. Long would give her the spirit stone.

The Qiankun bags that Mengmeng handed over last time only contained a few low-grade spirit stones, some miscellaneous things, some pills, and this one, which was obviously a jade bracelet for girls.

She thought Mr. Long was just giving her something he didn't need. After all, Mr. Long needed spiritual stones to heal his wounds, which she could understand. But now it seemed that she was wrong.

She couldn't help but gently touch Mr. Long's exposed white ears and said softly, "Mr. Long, I'm sorry."

With a smile on her lips, Mu Wanwan felt a little better. She piled the spare middle-grade spirit stone and all the remaining low-grade spirit stones in her Qiankun bag on Mr. Long's pillow.

At present, Mr. Long seemed to be very good, and she couldn't let him down. She had to make money to raise dragons.

"Chirp!" Mengmeng stood on the table and chirped at Mu Wanwan.

Mu Wanwan turned around, picked up Mengmeng, who seemed to be angry with her yesterday, and put her on her shoulder.

Maojiu rubbed her cheek. The little awkwardness from yesterday had long disappeared in the delicious food and the fragrance of the bath. Mengmeng liked Wanwan the most.

One person and one Jiu went to the yard. Mu Wanwan ripened a snowflake, three bellflowers and three silt-clearing flowers, went to the bathing room in the side hall, moved a bench, and prepared to refine the elixir here.

Mu Wanwan took out the elixir furnace and put it on the ground. According to the uncle's previous instructions, he gently fiddled with the device that controlled the elixir fire at the bottom of the elixir furnace.

Almost immediately, the elixir furnace slowly rotated and floated in the air. A faint wisp of elixir fire came out from the bottom.

Mu Wanwan was startled, and Mengmeng also chirped excitedly. Both of them stared at the hanging alchemy furnace for a long time, like bumpkins who had never seen the world.

"Chi~"

Mengmeng's voice brought Mu Wanwan back to her senses. She did not immediately refine the elixir according to the elixir recipe that she had memorized by heart, but first tried to fiddle with the device that controlled the elixir fire.

To the right, the elixir fire became much stronger, and to the left, the elixir fire weakened.

However, Mu Wanwan only touched it twice, and she felt that the whole elixir furnace was hot.

She frowned. In this way, she could not control the size of the elixir fire at all, and her spiritual power was wood-based, so she could not refine the elixir directly...

Wait, spiritual power.

Mu Wanwan thought of something, and tried to imagine her spiritual power as a palm, and slowly put it on the device that controls the pill fire.

With great effort, she moved it to the left.

The pill fire suddenly became smaller, and Mu Wanwan wiped the sweat from her forehead.

She had used a lot of spiritual power just by lightly moving the device, and she felt that the degree was very difficult to grasp. You know, if you want to refine the pill, it is difficult to make the pill if the fire is a little bit off. Those fire-type cultivators who can directly use their spiritual power as pill fire find it difficult to control it well, and it is even more difficult for her who relies on the device.

Mu Wanwan was not in a hurry to refine the elixir. She spent another two or three hours to adjust to the control of the elixir fire. The spiritual power consumed in her body was not much, only one tenth. However, she had been concentrating on controlling the spiritual power, and she felt a little pain in her head and a little tired.

Mengmeng had been very quiet today, watching her fiddling with the elixir furnace with great concentration, and she didn't even doze off. Mu Wanwan found it very strange.

"Chi~" Seeing her looking at her, Mengmeng tilted her head and chirped softly. It was so cute that it cured Mu Wanwan's mental fatigue.

She stretched out her finger and tapped Mengmeng's little scarf, and began to prepare for refining the elixir with full energy!

First put three bellflowers into the alchemy furnace and turn on a medium-sized fire. Mu Wanwan was fully focused, and Mengmeng was also very obedient and didn't make a sound. Soon, the three bellflowers turned into a ball of light green liquid under the effect of the alchemy fire.

Mu Wanwan used her spiritual power to drag the bellflower liquid in the air, and then picked up Ningxue on the side and took a deep breath.

The petals of Ningxue melted as soon as they entered, and she had to control the degree well.

Mu Wanwan was highly concentrated, quickly tore off the flowers of Ningxue, and threw them into the alchemy furnace. The moment Ningxue was melted, Mu Wanwan thought that the alchemy fire was small enough, but it still didn't work. Ningxue almost immediately turned into a ball of mist, and she couldn't save it.

Failed.

The author has something to say: Mr. Long: "I touched, hugged and kissed my wife. I did everything I should have done. I have no regrets."