Mr. Long's fingertips twirled lightly, touching the soft fabric. Was it the new underwear she bought for him?

His heart moved, and in his mind was the image of her that he had seen before. She was prettier than when he had peeked at her with his spiritual sense before, like ink slowly spreading out, and her voice was equally gentle.

Unknown emotions welled up in his heart, and Mr. Long tugged at his sleeves, blushing -

the clothes were probably put on him by his wife, but why only the upper body? The lower body was not moved, and the light blue clothes were still around his waist.

Mr. Long was more relaxed when she was not in the room. He quietly lifted the quilt and glimpsed the clothes tied tightly around his waist. He smiled a little and felt very shy.

Maybe she didn't change her lower clothes because she was embarrassed?

That's right, he is no longer a half-dragon now. If he opens his mouth and sees some underwear, it will be bad.

The tip of his ear was burning. A dragon moved his legs with difficulty, and felt a burst of stabbing pain.

This time the curse hit back. Although he overcame the difficulties and connected to the fifth prokaryotic fragment with difficulty, his spiritual power was still in a state of depletion. He fainted that day. In the past few days, he finally connected most of the meridians.

He still lacked some spiritual power for a while, and the legs that were directly cursed by the tail could not move for the time being. As long as he rested for another three to five days, he could recover 50% of his strength.

At that time, people below level six would not be his opponents, and he had some special powers, so he had a certain ability to protect himself in front of Ao Qin who did not get the forbidden treasure. He could no longer covet warmth and be attached to the sunshine, and he had to start implementing the plan quickly.

Implement the plan to leave her.

The sweetness that had just surged in his heart disappeared, replaced by an inexplicable bitterness.

There were three middle-grade spirit stones that had not been absorbed yet placed on the bedside, and his lips also felt wet. The blood scars that stretched across his body fell off and were cleaned. He was well taken care of.

With a dark heart, he wanted to selfishly circle her so that she could never leave him.

After all, he could not escape the greedy nature of the dragon race. As long as he got a little bit, he would be dissatisfied and want more, and he was even unwilling to consider the other party's opinion.

Mr. Long smiled lightly, which was very ugly.

He might never come back after this break-in.

Before leaving, he thought, take a rest, relax a little, and look at her again.

Mr. Long half leaned on the jade bed, with a pair of narrow phoenix eyes hiding thick mist. He looked out the open window -

the sun outside the window was very good, the snow had stopped, and the bloody smell was much lighter. She stood in the sun, with her sleeves rolled up, revealing her white wrists. The jade on them reflected the light and was imprinted in his eyes.

Mr. Long looked at her with her lips curled up and closed his eyes gently. After a while, many scales floated up around her, some large and some small, with colors ranging from withered yellow to gold, hanging beside her, and then one by one, like a line, automatically fell into a basket on the side.

Is she tidying up the yard?

Feeling a little guilty, Mr. Long pursed his lips. He had messed up the yard before and killed the seedlings that his wife had planted with great difficulty. Would she be angry?

His scales were a bit heavy. Even if she was at the third level, it would still be difficult for her to pick them up with spiritual power, right?

Mr. Long turned his gaze back and looked inward at the pitiful amount of spiritual power in his body. In the end, he was reluctant to let her work so hard, so he picked up a spiritual stone on the side and pinched his fingertips.

So when Mu Wanwan was about to use her spiritual power to clean up another place, she was very surprised to find that for some reason, those originally heavy scales seemed to have suddenly become much lighter. She only used much less spiritual power than usual to clean up.

This abnormal phenomenon could not be ignored. Mu Wanwan was not stupid. She tried hard to maintain her calmness on her face. She had a guess in her heart -

maybe Mr. Long has woken up now.

He is quietly helping her clean up the yard.

An unknown emotion arose in her heart. Mu Wanwan's cheeks were hot, and the amplitude of her movements was smaller than before, as if she was maintaining a good image.

In about an hour, she collected all the scales from the last three areas, and together with the ones she had collected before, she had collected five baskets in total. Three of the baskets had been washed clean, and although they were a little withered and yellow, they still looked very beautiful, shining with golden light under the sunlight.

According to the previous plan, she should go back to the room to rest for a while, check on Mr. Long's condition, and then wash the scales with water. These scales are very hard, and they are dragon scales, so they may be of some use.

But today, Mu Wanwan, who guessed that a certain dragon had woken up, didn't want to go back immediately.

She didn't know how she should face this nominal "husband."

How should she call him when they met for the first time under normal circumstances? She

couldn't call him Mr. Long again, right?

Mu Wanwan was washing the scales with her mind wandering. Mr. Long, who was a little pale in the room because of the consumption of spiritual power, felt a little embarrassed -

Long's scales cannot be taken casually, did she know?

But if she likes his scales very much, she can take them. After all, those fallen scales are hard enough, and some of them are poisonous. Maybe they are good self-defense weapons. As

long as she likes it.

Mr. Long thought silently, half closing his eyes to absorb the spiritual stones around him. In fact, he felt that the torn clothes around his waist were a little uncomfortable, but now he didn't have much strength to move, and it was not good to be naked, so he might as well make do with it for now.

Will she care about him when she comes back?

With a hint of anticipation rising in her heart, Mr. Long fluttered his eyelashes and waited quietly.

...

Mu Wanwan hesitated for a while, even washing her scales slowly, but she still had to go into the room. It was no use avoiding it all the time, as she would have to face Mr. Long one day.

She was a little nervous when she thought that she might have to talk to him later.

If she and Mr. Long were just friends, she wouldn't be so embarrassed, mainly because she now had another identity, that man's wife...

Mu Wanwan walked slowly towards the room, feeling very panicked -

based on her understanding of this world over the past few days, the wives of powerful people like Mr. Long were often very powerful, or very talented.

It is rare for a dragon to marry a human. One reason is that they are not compatible in many ways. Another reason is that the life span of humans is generally short. Even if they are at level three, they can only live for a few hundred years. However, a dragon, even if they are only at level one, can live for thousands of years.

Mu Wanwan was a little nervous. He told himself that Mr. Long was different from other dragons. He was soft and cautious in his heart...

The door was opened, and a dragon who was pretending to be asleep suddenly regained his spirit. He pretended to be calm and glanced at the door. He met Mu Wanwan's slightly red cheeks and slightly evasive eyes.

He felt even more nervous. His ears stood up and trembled slightly.

"Long," Mu Wanwan opened her mouth wrongly, her hand holding the door stiffened, "Jun, Junshang."

"You, you're awake."

She spoke a little haltingly. She was a very normal person at ordinary times, but suddenly she couldn't speak.

Mr. Long heard her calling him Junshang in a low and awkward voice, her voice was light and soft, completely different from usual. He felt a little warm in his heart, and his hand hidden under the quilt grabbed the corner of his clothes. He

withdrew his gaze lightly and said, "Yeah."

Mu Wanwan: "..."

So Long is not going to speak anymore? She, she didn't know what to say to him. Was this the legendary awkward conversation? It ended right after it began_(:з」∠)_ With

her fingers curled up, Mu Wanwan said cautiously, "Can I come in?"

Mr. Long raised his eyes, and this time he simply didn't say anything. He just nodded slightly to show his permission.

Mu Wanwan's scalp was numb and she was very nervous. Normally, going back to the room was a very normal thing, but now it was different.

She secretly glanced at Mr. Long who was half sitting on the bed. He lowered his eyes slightly, as if he was resting. Mu Wanwan looked at his back leaning against the wall and the thin clothes on his body. Suddenly, something flashed through her mind - Oh

no!

Is Mr. Long still not wearing pants?

A few days ago, because he was in a bad condition, she didn't put clothes on him at first. Later, his upper body grew faster, so she put a piece of underwear on him after cleaning. His legs were getting worse and worse, so she didn't put clothes on him.

Her heart felt like it was being scratched by a cat, itchy and uncomfortable. She wanted to put clothes on Mr. Long, but she also wanted to see if Long would take the initiative to ask for it.

Mu Wanwan walked in slowly and walked to the side of the table awkwardly.

Maojiu had just woken up from a nap. At this time, he didn't think there was anything wrong with the atmosphere in the room. He rubbed against her as usual to ask for love. Mu Wanwan breathed a sigh of relief -

fortunately, Jiujiu was there, otherwise she would be at a loss. It will be time to eat soon, and Mr. Long will talk to her eventually. Then she can bring up the issue of clothes without it seeming awkward.

Mu Wanwan thought so, but after waiting for a long time, Mr. Long still had an expression of "I am standing still". If he hadn't had his eyes open, Mu Wanwan would have thought he was a stone statue.

The fact is, Long was also very nervous. He was waiting for his wife to talk to him, and he almost tore the sheets under the quilt.

The room was eerily quiet. Both Long and Long were waiting for the other to speak first, as if they were competing to see who was more patient.

Mu Wanwan waited for almost half an hour, and was really sitting there on pins and needles. He mustered up his courage and stood up. Under the seemingly nonchalant gaze of a certain dragon, he stuttered, "Sir, are you, are you cold?"

Under the expectant gaze of his wife, Mr. Long was struggling for a long time. Should he say he was cold and ask his wife to get him some clothes, or should he say he was not cold to show off his strong physique and express his cold attitude?

He felt like two dragons appeared on his shoulders. The bad dragon said, you are cold because you really want to talk to her, but the good dragon said, you are not cold because you are a good dragon for her, you want to distance yourself.

He didn't say a word for a long time. Mu Wanwan felt a little cold and his eyebrows were a little lost.

Mr. Long saw it, pursed his lips, and said in a low voice, "Yeah."