Mr. Long twirled his fingertips gently and touched the soft fabric. It was the new clothes she bought him.
His heart moved, and the way she saw her in his mind was better than what he had peeped with his consciousness before, just as the ink was slowly rippling, and his voice was equally gentle.
Unknown feelings flooded in my heart, Mr. Long pulled his sleeves and blushed--
80% of the clothes were also worn by his wife, but why did he only wear the upper body? There was no movement below, and the previous light blue shirt was wrapped around his waist.
When she was not in the room, Mr. Long was more relaxed. He quietly lifted the quilt and glanced at the clothes tightly tied around his waist.
Maybe she didn't change her clothes because she was embarrassed?
Also, he is no longer half-dragon-shaped now, and if it is lifted up and sees something sensitive, it is always bad.
The tip of the ear is very hot, a dragon moved his legs hard, and there were bursts of tingling--
This curse counterattack. Although he survived the difficulty and was difficult to connect to become the fifth piece of pronuclear fragments, the spiritual power in his body was still in a state of deficit. He was comatose that day, and most of the meridians have been linked in the past few days.
For a while, some spiritual power was still lacking, and the legs transformed from the cursed tail were temporarily unable to move. As long as you rest for another three or five days, you can restore 50% of your strength.
At that time, no one below Tier 6 would be his opponent, plus he has some special powers, and also had a certain self-protection ability in front of Ao Qin who did not get the forbidden treasure. No more craving for warmth, nostalgia for the sun, we must start planning soon.
Implementation, leaving her plan.
A trace of sweetness that had just risen from the bottom of my heart disappeared, replaced by the bitterness of the unknown.
On the head of the bed were three pieces of middle-grade spirit stones that had not yet been absorbed, and the lips were also moist. The blood scars that had fallen apart were cleaned and he was taken good care of.
With a dark heart in his heart, he wanted to circle people selfishly so that she could never leave herself.
After all, he couldn't escape the dragon's greedy nature. As long as he got a trace, he would be dissatisfied, want more, or even be reluctant to consider the other party's opinions.
Mr. Long smiled softly, it was ugly.
If he goes this time, he may never come back,
Before leaving, he thought, take a rest, indulge again, and look at her again.
Mr. Long was half leaning against the jade bed. A pair of long and narrow phoenix eyes was covered with thick fog. He looked out the open window--
The sunlight outside the window was very good, the snow stopped, and the bloody breath faded a lot. She stood in the sunlight, holding her sleeves, exposing the white wrist, and the sapphire above it reflected the light, which was printed on his eyes.
Mr. Long watched her curl her lips and closed her eyes gently. After a while, many scales floated around her, ranging in size from yellow to golden, suspended around her, and then one by one. Lined up, they automatically fell into a basket on one side.
Is this, tidying up the yard?
Feeling a bit guilty, Mr. Long pursed his lips. He had messed up the yard before, and also killed the seedlings that his wife had planted. Will she be angry?
His scales are a bit heavy, even if she is third-order, it should still be very hard to pick up with spiritual power, right?
Mr. Long turned his gaze back to look at the pitiful spiritual power in the body. In the end, he was still reluctant to make her work so hard. He picked up a side stone and pinched his fingertips.
So when Mu Wanwan was preparing to use spiritual power to clean up another place again, she was very surprised to find that somehow the original heavy scales seemed to be suddenly lighter, she only used a lot less than usual The spiritual power is finished.
This abnormal phenomenon cannot be ignored, and Mu Wanwan is not stupid. She strives to maintain the peace on her face, and she has a guess in her heart--
Perhaps, Mr. Long is now awake.
Is quietly helping her clean up the yard.
Unknown emotions appeared in the bottom of my heart, Mu Wan's curved cheeks were hot, and the movements were smaller than before, as if he was maintaining a good image.
In about an hour, she packed up the last three places of scales, plus the ones she packed up before, and got out five baskets. Three of the baskets have been washed. Although they are a little yellow, they still look good. They shine with golden light under the sunlight.
As before, she should now go back to the room and take a short break to see Mr. Long's condition, and then wash the scales with water. These scales are very hard and hard, and they are also dragon scales, maybe there will be some uses.
But today, guessing that Mulongwan, who was awake by a certain dragon, was a little bit unwilling to go back immediately.
She didn't know how she should face it, this nominal "husband."
The first time she met under normal circumstances, what would she call him?
Can't he still call him Mr. Long?
Mu Wanwan's thoughtful washing of scales, the room was a bit pale and was a bit embarrassed because of the consumption of spiritual power.
The scales of the dragon cannot be taken casually, does she know?
However, if she likes his scales very much, she can hold them. The scales that fall off are hard enough. Some of them are still carrying toxins, and may be good defensive weapons.
As long as she likes it.
Mr. Long thought silently, half-closed his eyes to absorb the spirit stones around him. In fact, he felt that the ripped clothes around his waist were a little uncomfortable, but now one is not so powerful, and the other one is always not bright, still Let's just make it up first.
Will she control him when she comes back?
A trace of anticipation rose uncontrollably in his heart, and Mr. Long shuddered his eyelashes, waiting quietly.
......
Mu Wanwan dragged on for a while, even slowly washing the scales, but she still had to enter the room. There was no way to escape all the time. She would face Mr. Long one day.
She was a little nervous at the thought that she might have to talk later.
If her relationship with Mr. Long is just a simple friend, she will not be so embarrassed. Mainly, she still has another identity now, that person's wife...
Mu Wanwan slowly walked towards the room, very worried--
According to her understanding of the world these days, Mr. Long's strong men and women are often very powerful, otherwise they are also very talented people.
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."