Mu Wanwan waited for a long time, and Mr. Long just said "hmm" and nothing else.

She was a little disappointed, so Mr. Long lowered his eyes and added, "It's cold."

Mu Wanwan became happy again, and chose a negotiating tone, "Then shall I get you some clothes?"

It was so soft that Long felt his ears were almost numb, and he couldn't say anything. Only waves of warmth flowed through his heart, shouting out love bit by bit.

I like her so much, I like her so much.

There was no response, and Mu Wanwan was almost waiting for a Buddha, and finally Long said a word.

"Okay."

She felt helpless, and went to the closet, picked up a very beautiful plain white thick brocade coat that she had seen in the store before, and a white fur coat that was prepared on the side.

These are so expensive, it cost her nine low-grade spirit stones in total, and she couldn't even bear to buy them for herself.

Yes, there are also folded underwear...

Mu Wanwan's cheeks blushed, in fact, she asked him if he was cold mainly because she wanted him to put on underwear.

Mu Wanwan turned her back to Mou Long and carefully tucked her underwear between two pieces of clothing, so it wouldn't be very obvious... right?

"My Lord." Mu Wanwan lowered her head slightly, a little embarrassed, "I, I put the clothes here."

She felt the atmosphere was weird, so she put the clothes beside the bed, and quickly took two steps back with her eyebrows burning.

She was embarrassed, but Mou Long was a little heartbroken.

It was because he was too ugly.

So she didn't really want to talk to herself.

"Yeah." Unlike the sunny feeling just now, Mr. Long felt like a light rain was falling in his heart, but when his cold eyes fell on the clothes at the foot of the bed, the feeling of being ignored and insecure seemed to disappear strangely.

She had never worn such good clothes before.

From the time she married him until now, she had been suffering and had not received any rewards. His eyelashes trembled slightly, and he wanted to hold her in his arms, kiss her ear, and say thank you a thousand times.

But back to reality, she couldn't wait to leave him.

"Mr. Long..." Mu Wanwan called out Mr. Long reflexively, and then quickly explained incoherently, "Ah, no..."

Mr. Long raised his head slightly, and Mu Wanwan saw that he was squinting his beautiful eyes, with doubts flashing in his eyes, like little stars.

Her face was getting hotter and hotter, and Mu Wanwan felt that she was about to spontaneously combust, "Your Majesty, I, I won't peek, I'll go prepare dinner."

After she finished speaking, she felt that this was so strange, and an embarrassed smile appeared on her lips. Mu Wanwan froze in place.

A chuckle came from her ear, which was fleeting and incredibly fast. She even doubted whether she had heard it wrongly, and secretly glanced at Mr. Long, who was still expressionless, as if he was not the one laughing just now.

Mu Wanwan: "..."

She felt that she had some mental problems and needed to go out and calm down. Before leaving, she grabbed Maochu, who was on the table and was lamenting that he had lost his aho-hair.

So the heart of a certain dragon, which had just cleared up after the rain, was filled with dark clouds again.

The door of the room was closed considerately by the lady, and Mr. Long's face turned red little by little, as if the aloof dragon just now was not him.

He sat up straight and tried to reach the clothes at his feet. Fortunately, his arms were still very long and he could still reach it with some effort.

The white fox fur, although it was just an ordinary fox, was also very expensive. She was really good to him. With

a bad smile on his lips, Mr. Long carefully picked up the white fur, and then saw the underwear tucked inside.

Mr. Long: "..."

Long was almost done. He took the clothes made of the same fabric as his body with great difficulty, and slowly took off the light blue brocade clothes around his waist, and began to think of a way to put on clothes.

Because the spiritual power in his body was temporarily equivalent to no spiritual power, he had to use the spiritual stones sparingly. They were all earned by her bit by bit, and he couldn't waste them.

His legs were numb, and it hurt to move. Mr. Long's forehead was gradually covered with cold sweat, and his lips were tightly pursed. She should be back soon, and he had to hurry. Canfei was already very disappointed with Long, and he couldn't let her feel that she couldn't even put on her pants properly.

——Mu Wanwan ran to the kitchen with the confused Feiqiu in her arms, and put Mengmeng on the stove. She breathed a sigh of relief and calmed down. She felt her heart pounding. She closed her eyes, and the beautiful eyes of the bad dragon were swaying in her mind. She quickly opened her eyes and slapped her face.

"Jiu..." Mengmeng trembled and tried to stand up from the stove. She looked at the kitchen knife next to her little legs, and her big eyes became wavy again.

Mu Wanwan was awakened by its pitiful voice. She took a look and took the almost immobile Jiu aside with a smile, "I'm sorry, Mengmeng, I don't mean to eat you."

She couldn't help laughing as she said that. She put Mengmeng, who was holding two bags of tears, into the cage with the spirit chicks and let it play with the chicks. She stewed the third-level spirit ox bones that she had saved before.

While waiting for the boil, Mu Wanwan was not idle.

She took out the seeds skillfully and started to cultivate them. While cultivating, she was thinking about things.

Maybe she was restrained by the title of "Mr. Long's Chongxi Madam"? She shouldn't be like that. Looking at Mr. Long's attitude just now, maybe he didn't want to admit that she was his wife at all. Why should she be shy? Yes,

she felt a little bitter in her heart. Mu Wanwan looked at the fragrant beef bone soup and wanted to defend the scumbag Long in her heart -

maybe, he just hasn't figured out how to face her yet?

To her, she just got a husband for nothing, but Mr. Long also got a wife for nothing, and she was a human wife with not very good talents.

People outside said that he was cruel and had never seen this dragon laughing outside. Maybe, his attitude towards her just now was already very good?

Mu Wanwan didn't know what to say. Looking at the beef bone soup that was becoming more and more fragrant, she suddenly wanted to pour the juice of the green star grass that she had just cultivated into it, and then give it to Mr. Long to drink.

The taste must be a bit bitter. If he drank it without changing his expression, he must be very tolerant of her. If he didn't, and even got angry, she wouldn't have to continue to think about it.

Once this bad idea came up, it always made people want to try it. Mu Wanwan first scooped a small sip of soup for herself and took a sip -

The rich and smooth aroma instantly exploded in her mouth, accompanied by the not very abundant but perceptible spiritual power. There was no fishy smell of beef bones, and the vegetables in the ingredients did not take away the salty aroma of beef bones. One mouthful instantly moistened her stomach that had not tasted meat for a long time. The warmth was really a luxurious enjoyment in the cold winter.

When Mu Wanwan came to her senses, she had already drunk up the little soup.

Forget it, this plan would destroy the food, and she was a little reluctant. Mr. Long had been in a coma for so long, and he only ate fruits every day, which was a bit bitter. It was rare for the family to improve their diet, so it would be better not to waste food.

Mu Wanwan felt distressed and bald when she thought about facing Long. She was holding a food box with a hairpin hanging on her shoulder. She looked at the sky that was getting darker and fell into a tangled and ambiguous knot. The sky

seemed to be getting dark.

At night...

She walked to the door and was thinking about mustering up her courage when she heard a loud noise from inside the door, as if something fell.

Without caring about anything else, Mu Wanwan pushed the door open and saw Mr. Long who had fallen off the bed in a wolf's nest.

He was supporting the ground with one arm, wearing only underwear and underpants. His white fur coat and moon-white brocade clothes fell to the ground. His cheeks were pale, but the pattern of the curse was very clear. He turned his head away subconsciously when he heard the sound of her pushing the door.

Mu Wanwan clearly saw the blood seeping out from his calf.

She didn't care about any guesses, shyness or embarrassment now. She quickly put the food and the food box on the table, walked to Mr. Long in two steps, half-knelt on the ground, and stretched out her hand to him, "Your Majesty, are you okay?"

A drop of cold sweat slid down Mr. Long's cheek. He lowered his head and didn't want her to see his face. It took him almost an hour to put on his pants. He wanted to speed up and put on his clothes, but he heard her footsteps getting closer. He was a little anxious and accidentally dropped his clothes on the ground.

He wanted to pick it up, but he fell to the ground in front of her.

He must look very embarrassed, inappropriate, and embarrassing now. In the eyes of his wife, he must be a weak and helpless dragon. She is so kind that she will definitely not ignore him. He originally wanted to be a proud and indifferent evil dragon.

Mr. Long was in pain and rage, but when he heard her slightly anxious tone, his self-esteem was frustrated, and at the same time, he seemed to have a little happiness of success. The mixture made him have a cold face and didn't know what to do.

Mu Wanwan felt that she was a bit reckless after she stretched out her hand. She could understand Mr. Long's silence and silence. After all, he was such a powerful dragon. It must be very uncomfortable for his nominal wife to see his not-so-mighty side. However

, she looked at the dragon she had raised for so long, and it was injured and bleeding again. How could she feel good in her heart?

"Your Majesty." Mu Wanwan looked at his bleeding leg with distress, "It's time to eat, shall we go to the table?"

She was cautious, afraid of hurting his self-esteem, her palms were soft and warm.

Mr. Long blinked slowly, his heart full of the desire to possess her. He did not hide his ugly face, slowly turned his head, and his dark eyes looked straight into Mu Wanwan's clear eyes -

there was no contempt, no disdain, no disgust or hatred, no momentary shock and fear of his appearance.

It was just clean and pure, with a trace of emotion he had never seen before.