Mu Wanwan looked at Mr. Long's expectant eyes, a little afraid that he would continue to take out some amazing clothes, so she tried to change the subject, "Your Majesty, why are there so many spirit stones on the ground?"

Mr. Long pursed his lips, "Sparkling."

Mu Wanwan: ""

She seemed to understand something. It turned out that Long really liked shiny things.

After a simple awkward chat, the room fell into silence again, with only the occasional sound of Mengmeng sliding down from the pile of spirit stones and its occasional chirping.

Mu Wanwan looked at the two suffocating clothes on the bed, and she couldn't get over it in her heart.

Although she could say that she liked it for the sake of love, what if Mr. Long really thought she liked it in the future? She really couldn't accept this horrible straight dragon aesthetic...

Mu Wanwan was thinking about how to express her inner feelings in a more tactful way. If she didn't say anything, Mr. Long wouldn't know what to say.

He looked at the lady's slightly red lips, and his heart itched.

But he thought of her slightly surprised look when she saw him walk in just now, and pursed his lips tightly -

the lady must have seen his bald ears.

Long knew that the lady only liked furry things. Before, when he didn't show his ears, the lady never stroked him (?), and since he had plush ears, the lady's attitude towards him changed.

But now, he is bald.

Without the furry dragon, will he be less attractive to her than the furry one?

Mr. Long's eyes were dark. He wanted to ask her if she disliked his ears and who gave her the hairpin. But as soon as he opened his mouth, he said something in a disapproving and dry way, "You..."

"Sleep a little longer."

Mu Wanwan, who was still immersed in the dead Barbie pink, blinked, wondering if she had heard it wrong.

She raised her head suddenly and met Mr. Long's cold eyes and his paralyzed face like an iceberg. She subconsciously glanced at his ears.

Then she realized that Mr. Long had put his ears away, but she couldn't guess Long's mood and activities just by looking at his face.

Maybe Mu Wanwan's gaze was too soul-piercing. Mr. Long was very concerned about the ears, but now her eyes almost shattered his glass heart into pieces.

Mr. Long turned his wheelchair around and lowered his eyes towards the spiritual stones on the ground, looking like he was ready to practice.

Mu Wanwan tugged at the expensive clothes on the bed. The soreness in her back and the fatigue in her soul had not disappeared yet. She was very uncomfortable now, but it seemed that Long was only going to say "sleep a little longer".

Although she knew that he was the one who treated her injury, it was not easy for him to say such words with his temper.

But, he had clearly just kissed her...

The gentle lingering affection on her lips was still there, and the touch of Mr. Long's slightly hot fingertips rubbing against her cheek did not seem fake.

She thought that when he came back, she would not be so awkward and would explain everything clearly.

But she didn't ask. Was Long really not going to explain? She still remembered that she had waited for so many days, and every time she heard any movement outside, she would be like a frightened bird.

The note clearly said that he would be back in three to five days, and he clearly broke the promise.

Don't think that as long as you give her a room full of spirit stones and two pieces of clothes, she will not care about waiting for so many days and nights.

The joy of reunion and the mood that Long was fine gradually faded. Mu Wanwan glanced at Jiuqing's hairpin on the table at the side, and for the first time allowed herself to lose her temper.

She took off the hairpin that Mr. Long had put on her, then smoothed her hair and put the one that Jiuqing had given her on her head angrily.

Then she opened the quilt, wrapped herself in it, and said sullenly, "I'm going to sleep."

After she finished speaking, she felt a little aggrieved and couldn't stand it anymore. Her eyes were sore and she closed her eyes unwillingly.

The room fell into silence again. Mr. Long's lips moved slightly, and a trace of hurt flashed across his eyes. She actually liked the hairpin given by others more than the one given by him.

Mr. Long's long eyelashes drooped slightly, covering up the crazy and suppressed emotions in his heart. The sparkling spirit stone reflected in his eyes looked like a bunch of jumping flames -

perhaps the evil spirit around him had condensed into a terrible black vortex. Mengmeng, who was chewing on the sparkling stone, suddenly felt a little scared.

The shadow that was almost beaten to death by the dragon yesterday was still hovering over the cute and furry head. It carefully moved its chubby little body and managed to escape from the window before the evil dragon showed its might.

Mr. Long noticed its movements but ignored them, his face terribly gloomy.

He looked at the hairpin that Mu Wanwan had deliberately worn, which was exposed outside, and his palms were clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

About an hour later, Mu Wanwan, who wanted to wait and see if the awkward dragon would say something, could not hold on any longer.

Her soul was exhausted and she fell asleep easily.

While she was half asleep and half awake, she heard the sound of a wheelchair rubbing against the smooth ground, which was very harsh.

Mu Wanwan woke up immediately.

But she still maintained her previous posture without moving, the hot breath made her head dizzy -

what does Long want to do again? This time she must expose him face to face!

Mu Wanwan's heart beat a little faster, Mr. Long when she was asleep and when she was awake were completely like two different creatures!

Awkward and shy Long vs. cold and arrogant Paralyzed Emperor.

Without his pair of plush ears that could reveal his inner emotions like a plug-in, she had no way to communicate properly with Mr. Long.

This time she must seize the opportunity!

- The wheelchair was pushed open with some force, and Mr. Long stood up with a distorted handsome face, and did not hide the fact that he could already move normally. Step by step, he slowly walked to the bed.

"Wanwan." He called Mu Wanwan's name in a hoarse voice, as if to test whether she was really asleep.

Mu Wanwan did not move, and even reduced her breathing frequency.

In fact, it was quite obvious that she was pretending to be asleep, but in the eyes of a lemon vinegar dragon, the only thing that mattered was the extremely eye-catching Qingxin jade hairpin on the lady's head.

Mr. Long gently reached out and secretly replaced the hairpin on Mu Wanwan's head with the one he brought back.

His movements were very gentle, but his hands were too big_(:3」∠)_

Although Mr. Long tried his best not to ruin Madam’s hairstyle, he still messed up her hair.

“………” Mr. Long’s big hands fiddled with Mu Wanwan’s hair a little helplessly, making her itchy and about to break.

When he finally fixed the hairpin in an ugly way, both Lemon Long and Mu Wanwan’s foreheads were covered with sweat.

It was just that one was sweating coldly, and the other was almost exhausted from the heat.

After a while, just when Mu Wanwan was about to sit up and grab Mr. Long’s collar to ask him what he wanted to do, Mr. Long finally moved again.

He carefully climbed onto the bed.

Mu Wanwan: “………”

An irresistible force came from her lower back. When Mu Wanwan came to her senses, she had been surrounded by Mr. Long, who was lying flat on the bed, with his long arms and long legs.

Mu Wanwan: “…………?”

“Madam.” Mr. Long buried his head in the shoulder of the silkworm Mu Wanwan, and his voice was hoarse and aggrieved like a little dragon smaller than Maochu, “You can’t not like it.”

“You can’t not like it, okay?”

Mu Wanwan’s ears suddenly became hot. She felt that her waist was being clamped, as if she had found the source of the nightmare last night.

Such a heavy dragon put all its long arms and legs on her, it would be strange if she didn’t have a nightmare.

Mu Wanwan blushed so much that she didn't dare to listen to what Mr. Long said. She had to use these messed up imaginations to cover up her heart that was about to succumb.

However, Mr. Long was addicted to hugging her.

The lady felt so soft, so soft, so comfortable, and so comfortable when he hugged her through the quilt. He couldn't help but press her into his arms a little deeper. Mr.

Long's voice suddenly became a little cold and hoarse, "Tell me, who gave you the hairpin and pendant? Did you find a new furry one outside?"

Mu Wanwan listened to what Lemon Dragon said. She didn't feel angry at all. Instead, she had an inexplicable feeling of sadness, "It turns out that Mr. Long would say so many words at once."

She thought that it was too early for her to wake up now, and maybe Mr. Long was going to say something else.

"I." Mr. Long shook his black eyelashes.

His tone became a little deeper, just when Mu Wanwan thought that Mr. Long might be angry.

She heard him say, "I'm sorry."

His eyes widened slightly, and Mu Wanwan tightened her hands holding the corner of the quilt.

"I'm back late," Mr. Long hugged her tightly, "I'm sorry."

"Don't dislike me." He slowly closed his eyes, and his voice became softer, like the wind blowing in her ears.

He was bald, and she must not like it.

"You can't have other furry people outside, okay..."

The last few words were like the sound of a string that slowly disappeared, hitting Mu Wanwan's heart bit by bit.

This big stupid dragon, this hateful yet cute dragon.

Her favorite Mr. Long.

Why does he think she dislikes his bald ears...

Unable to restrain herself any longer, Mu Wanwan really didn't want to be like before, she stopped hiding, opened her eyes and moved her hands and feet in an attempt to get out of the quilt.

The moment Mr. Long noticed her movement, he immediately realized that the lady was awake!

Perhaps he was too nervous, Mr. Long subconsciously hugged Mu Wanwan even tighter.

Mu Wanwan struggled hard, and when she finally broke through the dragon's shackles and got out of the quilt, she felt that her waist was about to break.

She had been holding it in for a long time under the quilt, and once she poked her head out, she couldn't help but gasp a few times.

"Hmm... Huh... Haah..."

It was just a normal panting sound, but to the ears of a certain Long whose brain was short-circuited, it sounded like a heavy bomb.

The bald ears that Mr. Long had managed to hide suddenly appeared, and he looked at Mu Wan's slightly open collar with an indescribable look, his eyes greedily sliding from her black hair scattered on the pillow, along her slightly red ears, all the way down to her fair neck...