Mr. Long didn't wait a long time, and felt that she still moved slowly with some cool body, and she jumped incessantly.
Because it is more sensitive than ordinary people. Mr. Long can clearly feel that she lifted the corner of the quilt, and drilled in bit by bit, first the arm, then the leg ...
Because I did n't plan to sleep with Mr. Long before, Mr. Long slept in the middle of the quilt. Mu Wanwan gently pulled the corner of the quilt. Without touching Mr. Long, he could barely put his own half Cover your body.
So the body close to Mr. Long could clearly feel the warmth of heat passing from him, but the body on the half without the quilt was very cool, which was in sharp contrast with the other side.
Mu Wanwan was a little embarrassed, but she was too tired during the day and she did n't sleep well in the middle of the night. Now the whole person is very poor. Thinking about Mr. Long anyway, it 's okay to touch her arm a little bit. The wound on Mr. Long's tail is just fine.
In the mind of heaven and earth, Muwanwan has been fighting for a while, but still decided to bow his head to the cooling force _ (: з 」∠) _
She thought about it, first removed herself from the quilt again-
She is still wearing very heavy clothes, and it would be very uncomfortable to cover the quilt. Just take off some coats first.
It was just her sudden departure that made Mr. Long a little uncomfortable. In fact, he was already prepared when she got in a little bit, and even thought that person suddenly left.
There was a trace of sourness in Mr. Long's heart that he did not know what it felt, and he even felt a little wronged.
How was she not prepared?
There was a rustling sound in his ear, and Mr. Long had n't reacted from the loss of the Muchawan, he felt that the quilt had moved again. The whole body got in.
Because Mr. Long occupied most of the quilt before, Mu Wanwan still inevitably touched Mr. Long 's arm when moving, but she quickly adjusted her posture, carefully kept some distance from Mr. Long, and turned herself He curled up and shrunk his legs carefully.
Although there is no pillow, it is much better than sleeping outside. Mu Wanwan thought softly and said, "Mr. Long, it's raining. I didn't cover it with a quilt. It's so cold. I will make up with you for a few nights. Opinion. "
She couldn't help laughing twice, thinking of something, and whispering, "You don't realize it, I won't know if I took advantage of you to take advantage of it ... so sleepy ..."
The first time she was so close to him, the sound seemed much clearer than usual. It was clearly just the sound, but it seemed to be a sound wave, one circle after another, with a few tens of centimeters of air. Attacked on Mr. Long's heart.
He felt his face was a little hot, and besides the broken pain in the meridian, it seemed that there was something more.
Mr. Long was a little confused. He could only feel the slight sigh of satisfaction and the gradually calming breath of Mu Wanwan. The apex was a little trembling, but he slowly calmed down.
It turned out that she only wanted to sleep with him because of the cold. It didn't mean anything else.
Mr. Long was a little lost, and he was a little bit uncomfortable--
He is so ugly now, his tail is still not good, he still vomited blood in the afternoon, it is normal for his wife to think he does not want to do anything with him. And the lady didn't know that he was awake, and I'm afraid he could do nothing.
Mr. Long gradually calmed down, silently feeling the breath of the people around him, only to feel that the temperature from her was so hot, he was a little dizzy.
and--
She was close to him, so close that as long as he reached out, he could touch her.
With a move in his heart, Mr. Long clumsily directed his ring finger and little finger that he was not able to move a long time ago, moving forward a little bit and then forward.
Because most of the meridians are not well connected, Mr. Long just moved about a few centimeters, so he couldn't move anymore.
His forehead hurts all in cold sweat, but the only moving fingertip still can't help but want to touch her, as long as it touches a little, just touch a little.
Mr. Long's fingertips slipped a little bit along the bed sheet, but the distance between him and Mu Wanwan was so far away. When he was about to give up, the sleeping Muwan bent. Then he stopped all the slight movements at once.
But soon, Mr. Long found out that because she had just moved, her left fingertip was just a little bit in front of his right fingertip.
The heart was beating with unsatisfactory speed. Mr. Long in the night was all red from ears to cheeks. He only moved a little forward this time, and then touched her little fingertip.
Soft, a little hot, short nails, rounded fingertips, warm body temperature passing along the fingertips of a person and a dragon ...
Mr. Long is getting familiar, and Mr. Long feels that he is really bad.
But he did not remove his hand, but only touched the little fingertips of Mu Wanwan, and his heart bulged, slightly bending the corner of his lips.
.......
However, when the next morning, Mu Wanwan woke up and found that he was holding Mr. Long's hand, it was still very embarrassing.
Her sleeping posture is still very good, because she is worried about touching the tail of Mr. Long, so she has always curled up, that is, that hand, don't know what is going on, she has crossed the line.
Mu Wanwan didn't know that actually a dragon who was now comatose last night and was awake last night was actually a little beautiful, and only quickly gave away Mr. Long's hand and quickly got up.
It was still raining outside, but the sky was already bright. Muwan bent to get up and burn water to deal with housework. She checked the grass-burning seedlings she had cultivated yesterday. However, more than ten other seedlings have grown up obviously.
Mu Wanwan spent a tenth of his energy to simply manage the twenty burning grasses and checked them. He found that the two inferior spirit stones beside Mr. Long's pillow had not moved, and he was relieved.
She hit the basin with hot water and cut a small piece from the ginseng, preparing to brush Mr. Long 's teeth and wash his face, applying some medicine to his tail, and then replacing the ginseng piece in his mouth.
"Mr. Long, changed the medicine." Because he didn't like the feeling of being too quiet all the time, Mu Wanwan chose to use Mr. Long as a chat partner.
His tail is much better than yesterday, and he has a strong self-healing ability. Mu Wanwan helped him apply some ointment, washed his hands, and slowly approached Mr. Long's mouth.
Mu Wanwan looked at his fingers away from his beautiful blue-and-purple lips. The petals were getting closer and closer, and a trace of guilt rose suddenly in his heart. What the hell is this illusion of bullying the baby dragon.
But no matter what, the ginseng film still needs to be changed.
And it was changed yesterday, how is she tweaking now?
Mu Wanwan took a deep breath and gently pinched Mr. Long's chin with one hand, slowly reaching into the finger.
His teeth are a little bit pointed, and his tongue. His head is also very soft ...
Mu Wanwan 's face was a little red, and he quickly pinched out a piece of ginseng that was almost absorbed. Then he picked up something that was ready to clean his mouth and helped Mr. Long quickly clean his teeth and stuffed him with a new piece. Ginseng tablets.
When she finished all this, her fingertips belonged to the warmth of Mr. Long 's tongue, and the warmth of her tongue did not dissipate. Mu Wanwan was a little dizzy. Digged up.
In addition to dealing with chores in the morning, she cultivated five grass-burning seeds and dug enough soil. After lunch, she began to cultivate the seeds of Bixing grass intently.
The seed of Bixingcao is slightly larger and harder than that of burning grass.
Fearing that the two seedlings of Bixingcao would mutually repel each other, Muwanwan specially divided many small pots, and no small pot was filled with soil and a little spirit soil given by Uncle Zong.
She picked up a blue star grass seed, based on the experience of cultivating burning grass in the past two days, and began to slowly guide the aura from the Dantian into the seed.
With the experience of failing to cultivate yesterday, she did not reserve this time and kept sending spiritual power, but I do n't know if it was because of her wrong way. This time when she delivered about a third of the spiritual power, she palmed The seed burst suddenly.
The small pieces that exploded hit her, as if mocking her self-righteousness.
Mu Wanwan: "........."
She took away the body of this seed with pain, and lost five copper coins in one failure!
She took another one. This time she was a lot more careful than before. She didn't deliver a lot of Reiki in one breath. Just about a fifth of Reiki was delivered, and she stopped.
There was no change in that seed, and it was not the same as when she was cultivating burning grass. Mu Wan sighed and buried the second seed of Bixingcao in the soil filled with spirit soil. Buried in, she hadn't delivered spiritual power yet, the kind quickly broke the shell, and the two green buds fluttered up the earth.
Mu Wanwan was very surprised. She looked at the tender young tender bud. She was warm in her heart. She could n't help but reach out and touch the tiny bud. What is this little bud of Bixingcao, but a quarter A piece of inferior spirit stone!
She feels that she seems to have found the right way to cultivate Bixingcao, so in the third one, she directly planted the seeds into the spirit soil, and then guided the spiritual power of the wood system in her body to slowly sort out the cultivation.
This time it went smoothly. With only one sixth of the spiritual power, I saw the trembling seeds of Bixingcao.
Mu Wanwan's eyes are bright, and although there is not much spiritual power left in his body, he still tries hard to scrape out a little and cultivates a seed. This time it was still successful.
Mu Wanwan felt that either the seeds picked by Uncle Zong were very good seeds, so the high success rate of her breeding was scary. In addition to the spiritual delivery at the beginning, an extra star grass seed was burst. The success rate is very high. Could it be said that her spiritual power is particularly liked by plants? But there have also been random plants cultivated before the original body, and the success rate is indeed not so high.
Mu Wanwan looked at the three pots of small buds and the big pot of burning grass arranged side by side in the window, and truly smiled. No matter what the reason is, if you can maintain this cultivation speed and success rate all the time, when you go out next time, She can earn about twenty inferior spirit stones.
Perhaps, if Uncle Zong is good at talking, she can try to return to a middle-grade spirit stone, which should be of great help to Mr. Long's body, and may make him wake up early.
The buds swayed slightly on the window sill, and Mu Wanwan had new expectations for himself and Mr. Long in the future.