Mu Wanwan finally broke free and tried to turn around to see Mr. Long's expression.

But Mr. Long held her tightly, whether because he was nervous or something else, and Mu Wanwan couldn't move for several times.

She felt a little tired, and her ears slowly turned pink. "My Lord, let me go."

As soon as she opened her mouth, her voice echoed in the quiet room, and Mr. Long's blood seemed to freeze in an instant. All the beautiful thoughts that had just arisen in his mind were replaced by worries. He subconsciously loosened his hands and feet that were entangled with Mu Wanwan, and stood there at a loss.

Mu Wanwan took the opportunity to turn around and meet his eyes.

She had never seen Mr. Long with such an expression before. Perhaps because the curse pattern had faded a lot, his emotions were easier to capture. The curve of his lips was a little lower than usual, and helplessness flashed in his eyes as dark as a cold pond.

Mu Wanwan also saw the ears sticking out of his head. As she got closer, she could see more clearly -

they were not very bald, but the hair on them was much sparser_(:3」∠)_Mu

Wanwan's lips slightly raised, without hesitation, she moved her body, little by little, and before the lemon vinegar dragon could react, she slipped out from the edge of the quilt and leaned on his chest.

Her body was full of heat, and the feeling of her body touching was so clear, and a numbness spread all the way from the tailbone. Mr. Long's whole body froze -

what was she doing, why wasn't she angry?

"My Lord." Mu Wanwan originally wanted to call Mr. Long, but she felt it necessary to remind this dragon of his identity.

Feeling the dragon's body suddenly tense, she wanted to laugh, "There is no other furry."

Mr. Long heard her voice and said softly, "There is no other furry, only you."

He seemed to be frozen, and his vision was a little blurry. When he came to his senses, he felt a small force on his clothes.

He lowered his head and saw Mu Wanwan glanced at him with a slightly red face, and then quickly moved away, but the hand holding his front still did not loosen.

His little wife was obviously very nervous.

Mr. Long's bald ears, which had been shaking constantly due to nervousness, suddenly swayed much less. His body slowly relaxed, but the temperature was getting higher and higher.

Mu Wanwan was originally very hot, but after getting out of the quilt, she had sweated a little before, and the temperature outside was very low, so she felt a little cold and shivered slightly.

"Cold?" The slightly low voice of Mr. Long, who had regained his domineering and cold personality, came to her ears. Before she could react, a burst of strength came from her waist, and she was pressed into his arms.

Her cheek pressed against his slightly warm chest, which was not soft at all.

There was even something poking her cheek, which made her uncomfortable.

Mr. Long wrapped his long arms around the person, blushing where Mu Wanwan couldn't see.

"Are you still cold?" It was probably the first time he said such a sweet word, and his voice was shaking.

Mu Wanwan's nose was filled with the cool scent of his body, and it felt like it was about to burn, "Okay, better."

Both of them didn't know what to say, and the ambiguity in the air was about to become real. Mr. Long held the person in his arms tightly, and gradually calmed down from the floating state of excitement. He looked at the hairpin on her head with sourness, but couldn't help but utter, "Hairpin." Mu

Wanwan heard him say those cute words in a seemingly nonchalant tone, and she actually felt a little sweet in her heart.

But she was still a little angry about him not coming back before, and said, "Tell me first why you are late."

It was clearly agreed that he would come back in three to five days.

But Mu Wanwan thought of the ferocious, bloody Mr. Long in the crystal ball. She saw the bloodstains under his robe before he fell into a coma, and suddenly she didn't want to know anymore. She said sullenly, "Forget it, don't say it."

But Mr. Long let Mu Wanwan go, and in her slightly surprised eyes, he half sat up, with a cold face, and a stream of light flashed from his fingertips, and the room that was originally lit fell into complete darkness.

Before Mu Wanwan could react, she saw Mr. Long's long arm pull over the quilt on one side, and then wrapped them both up.

Mu Wanwan was in total darkness: "???!"

Mr. Long carefully put away the broken horn on his forehead, took advantage of Mu Wanwan's inability to see clearly, and accurately touched her forehead, saying in a hoarse voice, "It will take a long time to talk."

He saw his young wife trying to open her eyes in the darkness, and added, "Cold."

Mu Wanwan, who was clearly arranged, ""

She was a little Buddhist, and her mood was not as excited as at the beginning. She found that although Mr. Long was very powerful and looked to be more than a hundred years old, much older than her, he was still the childish dragon cub in his bones. He was

still so naive and so nervous.

Mu Wanwan listened to her heartbeat speeding up in the dark night, thinking it was extremely embarrassing -

but even so, she was so excited and liked it so much.

In the dark night, the two were very close, and Mu Wanwan could hear his slightly rapid breathing, wet and hot.

"I encountered snow." Mr. Long skipped the part about the danger he encountered and almost couldn't come back, "I searched for Liang Jingjing for a long time."

Mu Wanwan knew that he must be hiding something, and the touch of his chest she just felt suddenly flashed through her mind. A guess slowly arose in her heart. She bit her lip, stretched out her hand, and touched Mr. Long's chest.

A suppressed groan came from her ears, and Mu Wanwan became more and more certain of her thoughts. When she woke up and saw that the dragon seemed to be fine and the marks on his face had also lightened, she thought he was not seriously injured.

However

, under her palm, the touch was still uneven through the brocade clothes.

She couldn't bear it anymore, and didn't want to watch him recover alone like before.

Mr. Little Dragon was like that, and Mr. Big Dragon was like that. Now that she finally walked to his side, she could never let go.

Mu Wanwan bit her lip and reached out to untie Mr. Dragon's belt. She wanted to see how much injury this big stupid dragon wanted to hide from her.

She only wanted to see Mr. Dragon's injuries.

But in a certain dragon's eyes

, the lady suddenly touched his chest and undressed him.

The lemon dragon suddenly turned into a red-hot dragon. In the darkness, Mr. Dragon was red all the way from his cheeks to his neck. He could clearly feel her movements, but shamelessly did not refuse.

He hadn't thought about it that quickly, and he hadn't prepared himself mentally.

And he didn't know how to do it. The dragons said that if a dragon didn't know how to do it, it would be a shame, and it might even make the dragon he liked leave him.

He used to think that he didn't need to learn, but now he regretted it.

What if the lady disliked his ability?

The light black brocade clothes faded away, and Mu Wanwan gradually adapted to the darkness. She could see vaguely, and she only saw large patches of red on Mr. Long's underwear. She reached out and carefully touched his chest. The crisscrossing ups and downs came from her fingertips, making her feel distressed and angry.

"Madam" Mr. Long was almost unable to bear her touching. He was breathing rapidly and felt flames igniting from the places she touched, and strangely transmitted to some places (? ), making Long feel a little uncomfortable and not knowing what to do.

He had never felt this way before. He grasped Mu Wanwan's wrist with his big hand and said in a restrained voice

, "It itches." Mu Wanwan was very angry. She struggled to break free from his grip, but couldn't bear to push him away. "You're hurt."

As she spoke, hot air fell on his lips. Mr. Long's breathing stopped for a moment. He saw her eyelashes stained with tears in the dark. He rarely followed his heart and stroked her cheek with his big hand, his fingertips brushing across the corners of her eyes. "It doesn't hurt."

His tone was rarely gentle, but very clumsy. The heat on his forehead did not subside, but became hotter than before. "Don't cry."

Mu Wanwan knew that he probably didn't want to worry her, so she closed her eyes, reached out to grab his hand, and found that the dragon's palm was full of sticky sweat.

She hummed, and held his fingers in the dark.

"Take me with you."

Mr. Long's long eyelashes brushed against her face, and he heard her say quietly, "You can never leave me in the future."

She said words that made Long tremble, and all the entanglements and fears seemed to disappear in this moment.

Although it was dark now, Mr. Long felt as if his world was lit up.

She came to him, more precious than anything else.

The tip of her nose was hit, and Mu Wanwan had not yet come out of the sad mood, and heard him restrainedly say, "I want to." "

Kiss."

"Okay?"

Mu Wanwan felt sour and sweet in her heart. She thought to herself, haven't you, a long man, kissed enough people secretly? But her body was very honest and did not refuse.

She closed her eyes gently, and slowly felt a warm touch on her lips.

His lips were very soft, and when he kissed her slowly, it was with a cherished caution.

The interlocked fingers were held tightly by each other, as if the other would disappear if they loosened.

Time seemed to have stopped, and everything was no longer important, only each other.

But their lips only touched for a few seconds, and Mr. Long left.

The innocent girl Long blushed more terrifyingly than Mu Wanwan, and she even didn't dare to look at Mu Wanwan's current expression.

""Mu Wanwan didn't expect that he just touched her so innocently, but Mr. Long's previous rejection has now become no longer avoidance, which is a huge improvement.

She thought that there was a long time to come, and there would be many opportunities in the future.

But maybe Long had gotten used to kissing while awake, and when Mu Wanwan was about to talk to Mr. Long about the hairpin and discuss future matters, she heard Long say awkwardly, "Kiss me again."

Mu Wanwan: ""

She was actually moved.

The man and the dragon were so childish, and in the dark night created by Mr. Long, they kissed each other, lips touching gently.