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

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The note clearly says that it will return in three or five days, and apparently missed the appointment.

Don't think that just giving her a house of spirit stones and two clothes will save her from worrying about so many days and nights.

The joy of reunion and the feeling that the dragon was okay slowly faded. Mu Wanwan glanced at the nine-leaved hairpins that were held on the table on one side, letting himself lose his temper for the first time.

She took down the hairpin that Mr. Long had put on her, and then smoothed her hair, and put the angry hair from Jiu Qing's head on her head.

Then he lifted the quilt, wrapped himself in, and said sullenly, "I'm going to sleep."

After she finished speaking, she was a bit grieved and could not bear it. Her eyes were sour and she closed her eyes in disapproval.

The room fell into silence again. Mr. Long's lips moved slightly, and there was a wound in her eyes. She even preferred the hairpins sent by others to him.

Mr. Long's long eyelashes drooped slightly, covering his mad and depressed emotions, and the sparkling spirits reflected in his eyes, but they looked like clusters of jumping flames--

Perhaps the grief of his whole body had condensed into a terrible black vortex, which was a bit scared when he was gnawing at the moment.

Yesterday, the shadow almost shot by the dragon was still hovering above the sprouting hairy head. It carefully moved the small fat body, and successfully ran away from the window before the dragon appeared.

Mr. Long noticed its movements and ignored them, his face gloomy and terrible.

He looked at the hairpins that Mu Wanwan deliberately wore, exposed, and the palms of his hands clenched white.

After about an hour, I wanted to wait and see if the awkward dragon would say something.

Her soul was affected and she fell asleep easily.

Between her half-dream and awake, the sound of the wheelchair rubbing on the smooth ground came from her ears, which was very harsh.

Mu Wan woke up in a single bend.

But she still maintained her previous posture, and the heat from her breath made her head dizzy-

What does this dragon want to do? This time she must pierce him face to face!

Mu Wanwan's heartbeat was a bit fast. Mr. Long was like two creatures when she was asleep and when she woke up!

Don't twist the shy dragon vs the indifferent arrogant facial emperor.

Without his pair of plush ears that can reveal inner emotions like a plug-in, she simply could not communicate with Mr. Long.

This time she must seize the opportunity!

--The wheelchair was pushed away with some force, and Mr. Long twisted his face to stand up, and he was not covering up the fact that he was already able to move normally. Step by step, slowly walked to the bed.

"Wanwan." He shouted the name of Mu Wanwan in a hoarse voice, as if to test whether she was really asleep.

Mu Wan did not move, and even reduced the frequency of some breathing.

In fact, she pretended to be sleeping quite clearly, but in the eyes of a lemon vinegar dragon, only the hairpin of the innocent Qingxin jade on the head of the lady.

Mr. Long gently reached out and secretly replaced the hairpin on the elbow of Mu Wan with the one he brought back.

His movements are gentle, but his hands are too big _(:з」∠)_