Mu Wanwan did not hesitate any more. She stepped carefully on the soft mattress, gently lifted the quilt placed outside, and slowly sat down in the quilt.

She turned off all the lights except one. It was around two or three in the morning. It was pitch black outside, and there was only a faint light in the whole room.

Mu Wanwan lay down. Her tired waist and legs, which had been bent for a long time, touched the soft quilt, and she could not help but sigh. The originally slightly cool quilt was stained with body temperature and warmed up little by little, just like her cheeks, which were stained with pink.

Although she told herself not to care about the dragon sleeping next to her, in the quiet space, Mr. Long's very weak breathing was so obvious that Mu Wanwan couldn't help but turn her head and glance at him quietly.

Mr. Long lay motionless in the red quilt, well-behaved. From her angle, she could only see half of his strong face and his eyelashes that were a little enviable, curved and thick.

Mu Wanwan silently reached out and touched her eyelashes, then turned her head silently.

It would probably be impossible for her to have long and curly eyelashes in her life...

Mu Wanwan originally thought that she couldn't sleep, after all, it was the first time in her life that she slept in the same bed with the opposite sex, but soon, she fell into a dark dream, and her wild thoughts didn't even have room to play out, and were rubbed on the bed by fatigue.

She slept soundly, too tired to lift a finger, lying peacefully on the bed.

The room was quiet for a while, and in the quiet room, a faint mist overflowed from the low-grade spirit stone that Mu Wanwan placed next to Mr. Long's ear, and then disappeared into the tyrant's body like water vapor.

But it was obvious that the spiritual power in the low-grade spirit stone was too little. This process was so short that it was horrible. It took only a moment, and the originally slightly transparent low-grade spirit stone was shattered into powder.

The room fell into a terrible silence again, which lasted for a long time.

Perhaps it was almost dawn, Mr. Long's fingers moved slightly.

Under him was soft bedding, and the tail that was originally painful and itchy had been treated. The tyrant could feel that a layer of low-grade ointment was applied on it, and the sticky feeling on his face disappeared, probably because someone wiped his face.

There was a softness in his heart, because his dry body was nourished by a little spiritual power, so he had the opportunity to try his best to connect a small piece of broken nucleus, dispel a little curse, and relieve some pain.

So...

she really didn't mind him?

Mr. Long couldn't explain the feeling in his heart. She didn't mind his filthy tail.

With a thought in his heart, a ray of consciousness slowly spread out, slowly scanning everything around him.

Last time, he was too narrow-minded.

As soon as his consciousness touched the big red wedding quilt embroidered with birds, Mr. Long felt as if he was suddenly burned by something. He withdrew his consciousness and his heart began to beat violently for the first time in a long time.

How could she...

It turned out that the soft thing under him was not just a simple quilt, but a wedding quilt?

Did she accept him and want to be with him...?

His ears were very hot, and the pain in his meridians was not as strong as his beating heartbeat for the first time. Mr. Long tentatively and slowly withdrew a strand of consciousness again, slowly spreading out from the red wedding quilt that made him extremely embarrassed.

The room was still the familiar room, and the jade bed was the one he often slept on, but there were two more eye-catching wedding quilts on it, and in another quilt not far from him, there was a person lying defenseless and sleeping soundly.

The blood flowed slowly, and if Mu Wanwan was awake, if the black and red curse mark was not so obvious, she would definitely find that Mr. Long's exposed face and neck, as well as his two ears, had turned pink and was about to evolve into a deep red color.

She slept peacefully next to a hybrid dragon that everyone thought was disabled and hateful, next to a tyrant that everyone thought was cold, cruel, and murderous.

Mr. Long struggled and slowly moved his consciousness. The consciousness, which was lighter than air, slowly slid from Mu Wanwan's neck, across her cheeks, nose, eyelashes, forehead...

She was not particularly good-looking.

The tyrant who had seen countless flattering beauties during his peak period, but was still a single dragon, thought with red ears.

She should not be very good-looking...

But the only consciousness that Mr. Long could use, I don't know if it was out of control, slowly slid across Mu Wanwan's face as she slept soundly, and finally stopped on her dry lips, trembling, and dropped feather-like dots of breeze, and then - it

suddenly disappeared as if it had never appeared.

Mr. Long felt dizzy from the burning cheeks. He suppressed the pain that was gradually rising in his body, and thought vaguely with red ears -

is this what it feels like to kiss your wife? It

is indeed different from others.

The author has something to say: Mr. Long: Kissing feels so good!! (shy ing)

Mu Wanwan: (Sleeping soundly without knowing anything series)

Little Angel Worried Bald: "No! This is not the feeling of kissing! Mr. Long, wake up!! You are so excited by a touch of consciousness, what are you going to do in the future!"