Let's not talk about the shameless dragon licker who asked his favorite lady who gave him the pendant and hairpin before falling asleep. Let's talk about the fact that he still stubbornly hugged Mu Wanwan's waist after falling asleep.

Although he didn't use much force, his arms and chest were hard. He was very comfortable hugging his soft lady, but Mu Wanwan was not comfortable at all.

Poor her, she was already very tired, her soul was exhausted, and she had to be held in the arms of a hard and ugly dragon. If it wasn't winter, the dragon's body temperature was very high and he could barely bear it. Maybe Wanwan would be woken up immediately.

Even so, Mu Wanwan still had a very torturous sleep.

She first dreamed that Mr. Long did not come back, and then she dreamed that she was back in the cage where Mr. Little Dragon was imprisoned. The magic bird rushed in and bit their bodies crazily. Mr. Long grabbed her waist, the cage disappeared, and the two ran away. But she didn't know what happened, she fell into a big stove and was burned all over.

After a long time, the big stove dragon finally woke up, gently let go of the lady with a flushed face (hot), shook his already sparse plush ears shyly, and then stretched out his broad palm and gently wiped the sweat off her forehead.

He tried to hold back but couldn't, and kissed her again.

Mr. Long licked his lower lip, as if he was savoring the soft taste. It was clearly a tempting action, but he was very serious.

Mr. Long looked at the spiritual stones on the ground that had been absorbed a lot, thought about it, and shook out a lot of spiritual stones from the mustard seed space, swept a path for people to pass, and then filled the room.

When the wife reached the fourth level and had spiritual consciousness, he would give her this mustard seed space.

"Chiu" When Mr. Long was spreading the spiritual stones, Mengmeng, whose body was blackened by the fire, finally woke up. It was slapped by the evil dragon and it was in so much pain that it just woke up and quickly stretched out its little wings to touch the ahoge on its head that had grown with great difficulty.

This is the ahoge that Jiu likes the most. He would not be handsome without Jiu.

After making sure that the ahoge was fine, Maojiu stood up on his thin legs. He saw the spiritual stones piled on the ground and almost dazzled his big eyes. There were suddenly so many sparkles in the house!

Jiu likes sparkles the most, they make Jiu very comfortable!

Mr. Long glanced at the excited Maojiu, and his eyes were full of mockery like a domineering boss -

ha, you country bumpkin who has never seen the world!

Mr. Long Hao, the inhumane domineering boss, seemed to have forgotten that he was more excited than Maojiu when he first saw the sparkles.

He ignored Maojiu and let it roll around on the pile of sparkles while he simply finished cleaning the two of them. Then he took out the pills that Mu Wanwan had made for him. There were still some in it, but he was reluctant to eat them. Now he could give them to his wife.

Feeding pills...

Mr. Long's cheeks felt hot. He could finally feed pills in the way he had imagined before, although this time he was the one who took the initiative instead of his wife.

"Madam, can I feed you pills?" Mr. Long thought of Mu Wanwan who had touched his ears with the same words when he couldn't respond.

He raised the corners of his lips. He didn't have the gentle and elegant feeling of the other handsome dragons, but instead he had learned the scumbag temperament of the rogue dragons.

"I can use..." Mr. Long still had a little moral bottom line, and was too embarrassed to say the word "mouth". "Feed you the pill?"

"If you don't say anything, I'll take it as your consent."

Mu Wanwan, who was half awake, vaguely heard Mr. Long's voice.

She was actually conscious, but she was still very tired and didn't want to get up.

But, feed pills?

Before Mu Wanwan could react, she felt her chin being pinched by Long's fingers. The tip of her nose was filled with his warm, moist and rapid breathing, which hit her lips with an unignorable shudder.

What is Mr. Long going to do? ? ?

"Be good." The magnetic, hoarse, and emotionally suppressed voice suddenly exploded in Mu Wanwan's eardrums, and Mu Wanwan's mind went blank. A soft and slightly cool touch came from her lips, mixed with the fragrance of a strong pill.

A slightly wet and soft thing rolled into her with the Huiling Pill -

the orange flavor of the Huiling Pill containing strong spiritual power spread instantly. With the light and unintentional touch, Mu Wanwan felt her mind go blank and she couldn't think of anything.

Mr. Long was not much better than her. He had already regretted it and was about to self-ignite.

There was no skin on his face that maintained its normal color except for the sporadic curse marks. The blush spread all the way to his neck, staining his delicate collarbone with an ambiguous red.

In the end, Mr. Long, who had intended to give his wife a kiss, finally gave in. He quickly let go of his wife and pretended to be very calm as he wiped off the trace of water stuck on her lips.

Then he stood up and "calmly" tidied up his messy long hair. He walked faster and faster. He felt a little hot, so he went to the side hall to wash his face to cool down.

In fact, Mr. Long's "calmness" in Mengmeng's eyes, who had eaten his fill of "shiny", was actually just like an old dragon with a flushed face and weak steps, as if his body was hollowed out. →_→

"啾~"

The bad dragon finally got his comeuppance, 啾 was really so happy!

After Mr. Long closed the door and left, Mu Wanwan, who was lying on the bed, finally couldn't help but open her eyes -

she must have been dreaming just now, right? !

Otherwise, how could she feel that the dragon that was stretched to the extreme would be so... passionate and unrestrained...

But the sweet orange taste in her mouth, the warm touch that still remained on her chin, and the forehead that was no longer so painful... All of this told her -

she was not dreaming.

Her dragon really came back, helped her treat the wound, and even kissed her secretly.

Mu Wanwan patted her face and wanted to sit up, but she suddenly felt sore and weak in her waist, and the numbness that came up from her spine almost made her paralyzed in bed.

Why did she feel so uncomfortable after waking up from a sleep? However, she felt that nothing should have happened.

Her vision was a little dazed, and Mu Wanwan slowly came back to her senses. She struggled for several times before finally half-sitting up. At this moment, she saw clearly a very conspicuous piece of clothing hanging on the curtain opposite her.

The whole thing was bright pink, and the material was very expensive. The style was very strange. It didn't look like a pleated skirt, nor did it look like the loose and flowing clothes that female cultivators liked. Instead, it had a bit of the flavor of a modern princess dress. The collar was covered with the fur of an unknown animal, in a variety of colors.

The bright pink skirt that almost made her breathless was enough to make Mu Wanwan feel her eyes hurt. She glanced at the hem of the skirt, which was inlaid with colorful gems. How could

such a skirt, which looked expensive but not pretty at all, be hung at the head of her bed?

Mu Wanwan rubbed her head, and her eyes glanced at the edge of the bed, and she was almost blinded by the spiritual stones on the ground.

"Chiu!" Meng Meng saw that she woke up, and happily picked up a sparkling crystal, jumped from a pile of spirit stones to the bedside, and handed the sparkling crystal that Chiu had carefully selected to her.

Mu Wanwan held the spirit stone in her hand a little dreamily.

What's going on? Are these all brought back by Mr. Long? There was a "bang" sound of the door being pushed open, and she subconsciously looked outside the door, and met Mr. Long's narrow eyes.

He looked healthier than before, his face was no longer pale, and the once terrifying curse marks had also been reduced a lot, leaving only dotted black and red lines.

He looked more like Mr. Xiaolong, but he had grown up. The tip of his nose was not as round as before. His eyebrows and eyes were still dark, but the disgusting thing was that his eyelashes were getting longer and longer.

He didn't know what he had just done. He had long black hair and water droplets sliding down his temples.

Duanjiao was still as fierce as before, but why did the pair of originally white furry ears seem to be bald?

Maybe because Mu Wanwan's gaze was too surprised, Mr. Long realized something, and the next second, the pair of ears disappeared, as if it was just her illusion.

Mu Wanwan blinked, lowered her head, and didn't know what to say for a moment.

Mr. Long was the same. He just walked in coldly and closed the door.

The moment the door closed, the man and the dragon were both stunned for a moment. It was broad daylight, they were alone, and they closed the door.

What was he trying to do? (:3」∠) Mu

Wanwan blushed. She caught a glimpse of a dragon seriously spreading out the wheelchair she had gotten from Tie Bo and sitting on it. Then, he lowered his head and faced the spiritual stones on the ground, as if he was going to practice.

She couldn't hold back her anger at the moment -

was this dragon not going to say anything to her? Why did he come back so late? Why did the curse on his face seem to have healed a lot? Why did he get so many spiritual stones and a skirt that almost blinded her eyes?

Wasn't this skirt a gift from him?

Mu Wanwan turned her head and felt something was falling from her head. She subconsciously reached out to touch it and found a hairpin in her messy hair. Mu

Wanwan: ""

Oh wow, it's different from the one Jiuqing gave her that she wore on her head before :)

Seeing the hairpin given by Jiuqing on the table beside her, Mu Wanwan couldn't help it. This Long didn't let her hair down after holding her back, but changed her hairpin instead? What is Mr. Long thinking about?

"Mr. Long"

"You"

They both spoke at the same time. Mr. Long didn't dare to look at her and pinched the back of the wheelchair with his fingers.

""Mu Wanwan was silent for a while. She wanted to wait for Long to speak, but after waiting for a long time, Long didn't say anything.

She felt helpless. Thinking of the vicious Mr. Xiaolong in Tie Bo's memory, she softened her tone and said a little aggrievedly, "Why did you come back just now?" It

was the first time she complained to him like this, but it did not make Mr. Xiaolong feel guilty, painful, or like a knife cutting his heart. Instead, it made Mr. Xiaolong feel a little itchy.

He looked at Mu Wanwan's messy hair, her untidy clothes, her hands that subconsciously pinched the sheets, her slightly drooping eyes, and the tips of her ears were hot.

He wanted to explain that he was in trouble, but he was afraid that she would worry, so he didn't say a word for a long time. When Mu Wanwan couldn't help looking at him, he said in a calm voice and cold face, "Clothes."

"What?" Mu Wanwan looked at him, and saw Mr. Long was silent, slowly moving his wheelchair, passing through the path in the middle of the spiritual stones, moving to the bedside, and coming in front of her.

A breeze blew in front of Mu Wanwan, and her long hair was a little blinding. She couldn't help but feel a little bit of beautiful expectation in her heart. When she tidied her hair with a slightly blushing face, she saw that the bright pink dress that was originally hanging on the head of the bed was taken in Mr. Long's hand.

"It looks good." Mr. Long's voice was cold and desolate, but Mu Wanwan saw a hint of expectation from his slightly trembling eyelashes, "For you."

Mu Wanwan: ""

She took the dress from Mr. Long with shaking hands, and gritted her teeth for love, "I quite like it."

Mr. Long's eyes lit up, and he curled the corners of his lips slightly, with a fleeting smile in his eyes. Mu Wanwan saw that he carefully changed another light purple dress of a similar style to the bright pink dress from somewhere, and awkwardly handed it to her, "There's more."

Mu Wanwan: ""