After Wearing The Book, I Married A Disabled Tyrant (MTL) [COMPLETED]

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Dragon races rarely have dragons marry human races, one is because of mismatches in various senses, and the other is because the life of human races is generally very short, even if it is a third order, it is only a few hundred years of life. The dragon race, even if it is only first-order, can live for thousands of years.

Mu Wanwan was a little nervous, telling himself that Mr. Long was different from other dragons, and his heart was soft. Soft and careful...

The door was pushed open, and a certain pretense dragon instantly regained his spirit. He pretended to look calmly towards the door, facing Shangmuwan's reddish cheeks and a little dodge look.

He felt more nervous, his ears erected and trembling slightly.

"Dragon," Mu Wanwan's opening was wrong, and the hand holding the door froze, "Jun, Jun."

"You, you are awake."

What she said was a bit sloppy, usually a normal person, and suddenly she would not speak.

Mr. Long listened to her whisper awkwardly, calling him Jun Shang, his voice was soft and soft, and it was completely different from usual. He felt that his heart was a little hot, and the hand hidden under the quilt grabbed the corner of the clothes.

Lightly retracted his eyes, only said, "Well."

Mu Wanwan: "..."

So this dragon is not ready to speak? She and she don't know what to say to him, this is the legendary embarrassing chat, does it end at the beginning _(:з」∠)_

Finger curled up, Mu Wanwan said carefully, "Can I, can I come in?"

Mr. Long raised his eyes. This time he simply stopped talking and nodded slightly, expressing his permission.

Mu Wan bends his head and feels numb, very nervous. Normally, returning to the room is just a normal thing, but now it has changed its taste.

She glanced quietly at Mr. Long, who was sitting halfway by the bed. He lowered his eyes slightly, as if resting, Mu Wanwan looked at his spine leaning directly on the wall, and the thin clothes on his body. What flashed over--

bad!

Is Mr. Long not wearing pants now?

A few days ago, because he was in poor condition, she didn't wear clothes for him at first. Later, he grew up quickly, and after she cleaned, she put on a blame. Because his legs kept getting worse, he didn't dress the dragon.

Like a cat's claws in her heart, it was itchy and uncomfortable. She wanted to put on the clothes for Mr. Long, and she wanted to see if the dragon would take the initiative.

Mu Wanwan slowly walked in and walked awkwardly to the table.

Mao Chiu woke up after a short sleep. At this time, he just woke up and didn't feel anything wrong with the atmosphere in the room. As usual, rubbing for love, Muwanwan slightly relieved-

Fortunately, there was tweeting, otherwise she would be overwhelmed. Waiting for the time to eat, Mr. Long will always talk to himself, and then she will take the initiative to propose the clothes, and it won't be very abrupt.

Mu Wanwan thought this way. As a result, after waiting for a long time, a certain dragon still looked like "I don't move". If he hadn't opened his eyes, Mu Wanwan thought he was a stone figure.

The truth is, Long was also nervous, waiting for his wife to talk to him, and the sheets under the quilt were almost caught by him.

The room was strangely quiet, one person and one dragon were waiting for the other to speak first, as if they were more patient than anyone else.

Mu Wanwan waited for almost half an hour, really sitting like a needle felt, standing up with courage, and in a seemingly careless gaze of a dragon, he said, "Jun, Jun, you, you Cold or cold."

In the eyes that his wife seemed to look forward to, Mr. Long struggled inwardly for a long time. It was better to say that it would be better for Mrs. Leng to let him get clothes for him or not to show his strong body while expressing his cold attitude.

He felt that there were two dragons on his shoulder. A bad dragon said, you are cold because you want to talk to her, but the good dragon said, you are not cold because you want to be a good dragon for her, you have to alienate.

He didn't jump out a word for a long time, Mu Wanwan was a bit cold, and his brows were a bit lost.

Mr. Long saw it, pursed his lips, and his voice was very low, "Uh."