Mengmeng was still jumping sideways, but Muwanwan was already a bit ignorant. She subconsciously touched her wet fingers yesterday. The warm feeling in her dream seemed to be still there. She didn't feel anything. Mr. Dalong.
If Mr. Long is awake, then...
Mu Wan suddenly felt his fingers burned, and he crawled up.
She didn't have hot water today, she just washed several faces with a little cold water, and then gradually calmed down, and her heart beat quickly.
If Mr. Long is awake, if Qiankun Bag is sent by Mr. Long.
Why doesn't he talk to himself?
Mu Wanwan looked at the water droplets on his wrists, and the sapphire bracelet became more and more crystal clear, and his mood was very complicated.
It's not particularly joyful, even after shock and shyness, there is a trace of confusion and fear--
In the original plot, he didn't wake up until three years later.
Even if the spiritual plant I cultivated has the effect of dispelling the curse, I have been trying to raise the dragon these days, but now it has not been two months since I woke up. Is it too fast to wake up?
Moreover, she cannot guarantee what kind of dragon Mr. Long is.
The book said he was brutal, and outsiders also said he had a bad temper. Even if she saw his miserable side and saw his childhood experience, she could not completely reverse the hidden trace of fear in him.
The cold wind slid across the cold water-stained skin, and Mu Bian shuddered with a stiff and firm look.
She is now his nominal wife, but she doesn't know if Mr. Long is comatose when she is married. If he didn't know, he didn't like someone approaching him. If she suspected that she was from Aoqin's side, she would be cold.
If you know, in case, if he wants to fulfill the obligations of husband and wife, or if the temper is too stinky, she is also cold (╯‵□′)╯︵┻━┻
The best, the best, or don't wake up first.
She didn't even know how to face the waking Mr. Long, wouldn't it be embarrassing when the four eyes met each other...
Although Mu Wanwan thought this way, he seemed to have forgotten that his long-term goal was to make Mr. Long wake up early, and return to freedom as soon as possible, to go to his small life.
She patted her face and began to think about what she would do if the dragon really woke up.
If Mr. Long is really awake, it is estimated that he did the last thing about Fu Liu, and this time he also sent the things.
As for why he didn't tell himself, either he didn't wake up long enough to talk about it; or he was important to him. He didn't need to tell himself that he would send something because he did it easily.
In fact, Mu Wanwan knew clearly that there are two reasons for this. She is not sure whether Mr. Long is really awake. Combined with the anomalies in the previous two nights, if he would wake up, it would be in the night.
There was a dull pain in my heart, I don't know whether it was because he didn't wake up and told himself, or because Mr. Long didn't care about his facts.
Mu Wanwan was a little angry, and even wanted to hit a bucket of cold water to wake the dragon from beginning to end.
But she didn't rub the dragon with cold water directly, went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast and burned the hot water, and went back to the room to prepare Mr. Long for washing.
He did not look different from the plant dragon in her memory, except that the lips were not as dry as the first time he saw them, and the bruises receded a bit, the broken corners were still gritty, and the handsome face was pale.
Mengmeng was tired, lying next to Mr. Long's hairy ears, watching her come in and tweeted a welcome.
Mu Wanwan took the wringed veil and wiped Mr. Long's face as usual. Her fingers touched his soft cheek across the veil. The sapphire bracelet on her wrist shook brightly. She suddenly stopped.
Moving away from the veil, Mu Wanwan looked at Mr. Long's eerie face and realized for the first time clearly-
The dragon lying on the bed is her nominal husband.
The bracelet on her hand was given to her by her husband.
There was a strange feeling in my heart that I didn't know how to describe. Mu Wanwan wanted to say something, but it was stuck in her throat with a half ringing sound. She was disappointed, sad, expectant and scared. She couldn't stay in the room for a second. Stayed.
Mengmeng noticed her anomaly and helped her to peck at Mr. Long's hair ears in a furious manner, biting a few bites before she lost a few hairs.
"Well, Mengmeng." Mu Wanwan couldn't help crying and laughing, only to find out that his voice was hoarse.
She was a little embarrassed, holding Mao Chiu, holding seeds, glancing at the occasional sunlight outside, and decided to work outside even if it was cold today.
......
Mu Wanwan took the Elixir recipe and stayed for a while before driving Mr. Long out of his head.
After thinking for a moment, she decided to refine Ning Xuedan first. After all, in terms of price, Ning Xuedan was higher than Huiling Dan.
She wanted to give it a try. If it could be refined, she would spend her time cultivating Ningxuedan first. If it failed, she would try Lingdan again.
Calendula officinalis and clear silt flower are necessary, and then the second-order spirit planting Ningxue.
Calendula officinalis is a lilac grass that looks like a bell. It is not very big, but it is not easy to cultivate. It is about the same as the spiritual power of cultivating a first-order blue star grass to maturity. But refining a Ningxuedan also requires at least three bellflowers.
The cultivation of Qingyu flowers is similar to that of Calendula officinalis. Although it is a little difficult, Muwanwan spent about two hours to refining the three Calendula officinalis and the five Qingyu flowers required for refining a Ningxuedan. All cultivated.
The second order Ningxue is the most critical and difficult to cultivate. The Ningxue's seed is a pure white, very strange seed like a crystal. Muwanwan tried several times, and even failed to cultivate three or four Ningxue The seeds finally succeeded in cultivating a seedling of Ningxue.
From the roots to the flower buds are all pure to translucent white, not big, but she has already drained almost half of her spiritual power.
Mu Wanwan was a little tired, and buried the hard-earned Ningxue into a newly bought flower pot filled with spirit soil.
She was busy all day, cultivating seeds, laundry, cooking, and bathing. She didn't pull it down. She was busy until late. During the day, Mr. Long did not have any abnormalities. She fed and cleaned her daringly. After finishing everything, he went out of the yard and added some warm stones to the hens.
Mu Wanwan looked at the lighted room and took a deep breath.
Sleeping next to the unconscious Mr. Long, she can guarantee that he will not hurt himself, but sleeping next to him who has woken up, Mu Wanwan is uncertain.
but......
She touched the sapphire bracelet on her wrist, her eyes flickered--
Mr. Long is so strong, even if he is cursed now, he is very powerful when he wakes up. If he hates himself, he might have killed himself long last night, and he didn't start, indicating that she should not be so disgusted with her. .
To say that he has no feelings for Mr. Long, it is purely self-deception.
She wanted to give it a try tonight to see if he was really awake and how he would treat her.
Mu Wanwan was actually very nervous. After all, she had never seen Mr. Long awake except for her dream. And Mr. Xiaolong and he now, there must be many differences...
She was actually a little scared, but she calmed down the chirp as normal as possible, blew out the lights in the room, and moved to the bed a little bit.
Maybe the environment will really change with her mood. She used to think that going to bed is not daily? Now, it's hard to take off your coat.
Putting himself into the bed a little bit, Mu Wan said with a trembling voice, "Dragon, Mr. Dragon, cute, good night."
Mengmeng didn't know how much trouble her informant had caused for Muwanwan. She just enthusiasm and sleepy "chirped", indicating that Maochiu was going to sleep.
The room gradually became quieter, Mu Wanwan relaxed as much as possible, and tried to calm down his breath-
She is waiting.
I don't know how long it has passed. Just as Muwanwan was about to fall asleep, she felt a slight cold wind blowing from her exposed face, which scared her and woke up-
Dragon, dragon, dragon... Is the dragon awake?
The body close to Mr. Long tried hard to stay still, and Mu Wanwan grabbed the sheet nervously with the other hand.
She breathed chaos for two seconds, trying to calm herself.
About another moment later, when Mu Wanwan thought that the cool breeze was his illusion, he heard the sound of clothes rubbing the quilt again, slightly, slowly.
Then, a slightly warm hand followed her wrapped quilt, a little bit, with hot air, and drilled in.
Mu Wanwan: "..."
Turns out he was really awake!
The mood was very complicated in an instant, and the fear was also lost. Mu Wanwan didn't dare to move at all, fearing that he would wake up and make this dragon, who didn't know what to do, suddenly awaken.
She only felt that he held her hand a little, forced to open her palm, and wiped the sweat from her palm with her fingertips.
When she touched the sapphire bracelet on her wrist, a low, unexplained smile came and exploded in Mu Wan's ear.
Immediately afterwards, Mu Wanwan felt that his palm was repeatedly kneaded by Mr. Long. He was not powerful, and he could even be said to be very gentle.
Is he hungry? He just woke up and wanted to eat meat, so how about weighing his own meat?
Mu Wanwan was dizzy, she didn't know what she was thinking, her heart was beating so hard, she couldn't tell whether it was exciting or scared.
She waited anxiously for a while, feeling that her hand was gradually pulling toward him, and the whole hand was shaking a little. Shaking...
Then she found out that Mr. Long and her fingers were interlocked.
Mu Wanwan: "..."
She was a little embarrassed and waited for a while, but the dragon didn't mean to send it away at all, nor did she bit her, so she grabbed her hand so that her breathing gradually began to hurry.
Mu Wanwan: "???
The hand she was forced to interlock with his fingers was now completely wet by the sweat of one person and one dragon, and it was amazingly hot.
The night was warm. Ambiguous assists, Mu Wanwan began to think wildly.
She didn't realize that her face was very red, but she couldn't help thinking, what happened to the dragon, what was he doing?
It took a long time for the hot palm to shake hands, and it seemed that Mr. Long was finally satisfied, giving away her hand.
At this time, Mu Wanwan had guessed in his mind the countless reasons Mr. Long woke up not to tell her, and even gave him many excuses, such as-
I saw him in a state of embarrassment. He was a face-loving dragon and wanted to maintain his image of an overbearing tyrant (as seen from Mr. Xiaolong's turtle hair);
Or, he hasn't gotten through it yet, and if he wakes up, he fears that he will treat him badly and abuses him (to be verified);
Or else, he is worried that he is from Aoqin's side, not daring to wake up, fearing that he will be found and killed when he wakes up (it seems reasonable);
Or maybe he...
He treats himself...
Mu Wanwan was very nervous. After thinking of this reason, he immediately refuted countless times in his heart.
He is her nominal husband and a cruel and domineering dragon. According to the description of others, he is very likely to be a scum dragon who indulges himself and does what he wants.
If he really has such thoughts about himself, why not just wake up and force her?
Mu Wanwan thought a lot of thoughts. When he came back, he realized that Mr. Long did not know when he was close to her.
Why, yes, are you going to eat her or do something to her?
If he really wants to hurt her, she and she are very weak! But it will also resist!
With a heavy shoulder, Mu Wanwan couldn't help but open her eyes, and heard a low-pitched wine sound from her ear, "Ma'am..."
"hold me."