Mu Wanwan looked at Mr. Long's gaze, a little afraid that he would continue to take out some amazing clothes, trying to change the topic, "Sir, why are there so many spirit stones on the ground?"
Mr. Long pursed his lips, "Shining Jingjing."
Mu Wanwan: "..."
She seemed to understand something. It turned out that the dragon really liked the sparkling things.
After a simple embarrassment, the room fell into silence again, leaving only Mengmeng's occasional sound of sliding down the pile of spirit stones and its occasional chirping.
Mu Wanwan looked at the two suffocating clothes on the bed, but he couldn't make it through his heart.
Although she can barely say that she likes it for love, what if Mr. Long really thinks she likes it? She can't accept this terrible straight dragon aesthetic...
Mu Wanwan thought about how to express her inner feelings in a gentle manner. She didn't speak, and Mr. Long didn't know what to say.
He looked at his wife's slightly red lips and itchy in her heart.
But he thought of the slightly surprised look she had just seen when she walked in, her lips squeezed hard--
The lady must have seen her bald ears.
The dragon knows that his wife only likes furry things. When he didn't show his ears before, his wife never lifted him (?). Since she had plush ears, his attitude towards him changed.
But now, he is bald.
If she loses her furry dragon, won't she be as attractive as her?
Mr. Long's eyes were dull, and he opened his mouth to ask if she disliked her ears. She wanted to ask her who gave her the hairpin. But when she opened her mouth, she turned into a disgusting and dry word, "You..."
"Sleep a little longer."
Mu Wanwan, still immersed in the death of Barbie powder, blinked, suspecting he had heard it wrong.
She looked up sharply, and faced Mr. Shanglong's cold eyes like a iceberg with a paralyzed face, and subconsciously glanced at his ear.
Then came suddenly-Mr. Long put his ears away, but she couldn't guess the dragon's mood activity just by looking at her face.
Perhaps Mu Wanwan's eyes were too direct to the soul. Mr. Long had been concerned about the things in his ears. Now, in one of her eyes, he was about to shatter a glass heart into pieces.
Mr. Long turned his wheelchair and lowered his eyes at the spirit stone. It seemed that he was ready to practice.
Mu Wan bends the expensive clothes on the bed. The sore spine and the tiredness of her soul have not disappeared. She is very uncomfortable now, but the dragon looks like she is only going to say "sleep for a while".
Although it was known that he dealt with her injury, it was not easy for his character to say such things.
However, he had just kissed her...
The gentle lingering attachment on the lips is still there, and the touch of Mr. Long's slightly hot fingertips on her cheeks does not seem to be fake.
She thought he would not be so awkward when he came back, and would make everything clear.
But she didn't ask, was Dragon really not ready to explain? She still remembers that she had waited for so many days, and every time she heard something outside she would look like a startled bird.
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」∠)_
Although Mr. Long has tried his best not to damage his wife's hairstyle, he still messed up her hair.
"..." Mr. Long's big palms were a little helplessly playing with Mu Wan's curly hair, making her tickle soon to break the work.
When the hairpins were finally ugly, the foreheads of Lemon Dragon and Mu Wanwan were already covered with sweat.
It's just that one is cold sweat and the other is hot.
After a while, when Mu Wanwan was about to sit up and grabbed Mr. Long's collar and asked him what he wanted to do, Mr. Long finally moved again.
He rubbed onto the bed carefully.
Mu Wanwan: "..."
There was a force that could not be resisted from the waist. When Mu Muwan turned back, she was already surrounded by Mr. Long lying on the bed with long arms and long legs with a quilt. .
Mu Wanwan: ".........?"
"Madam." Mr. Long buried his head on the shoulders of the silkworm Mumu's curved shoulders, and his voice was dumb and milky, like a little dragon cub smaller than Mao Chiu. "You can't dislike it."
"Can't you like it, OK?"
Mu Wanwan's ears suddenly became hot, and she felt her waist was hooped, as if she had found the source of her nightmare last night.
Such a heavy train puts her hands and feet on her, and she is a ghost if she does not have nightmares.
Mu Wanwan blushed and didn't dare to listen to what Mr. Long said, so he had to use these messy imaginations to cover up his already surrendered heart.
However, Mr. Long is addicted.
The lady across the quilt was so soft, so soft, so comfortable, so comfortable, he couldn't resist pressing the man into his arms again.
Mr. Long's voice suddenly brought a cold, hoarse voice, "Say, who sent you the hairpins and pendants? Did you find new furry outside?"
Listening to the words of Lemon Dragon, Mu Wanwan didn't feel any annoyance, but instead had a sense of inexplicable vicissitudes that "Mr. Long would say so much at once."
She wondered if she woke up too soon now, maybe Mr. Long was going to say something.
"I." Mr. Long shook his black eyelashes.
His tone sank again, just when Mu Wanwan thought that Mr. Long might be angry.
She heard him say, "I'm sorry."
The eyes widened slightly, and Mu Wanwan grabbed the horned hand tightly.
"I'm late," Mr. Long hugged her tightly, "I'm sorry."
"Don't betray me." He slowly closed his eyes and his voice softened, like the wind blowing in her ears.
He is bald and she must not like it.
. "No other furry outside, okay..."
The last few words seemed to disappear slowly, hitting Mu Wanwan's heart bit by bit.
This big stupid dragon, this abominable and lovely dragon.
Her favorite Mr. Long.
Why would she think he despised his bald ears...
She couldn't help it anymore, and Mu Wanwan really didn't want to be like before, she no longer covered up, opened her eyes and moved her hands and feet to try to get out of the quilt.
The moment Mr. Long noticed that she moved, he immediately reacted, and his wife was awake!
Perhaps too nervous, Mr. Long subconsciously hugged Mu Wanwan more forcefully.
Mu Wanwan struggled hard, and when he finally broke through the shackles of a dragon and got out of the quilt, he felt that his waist was about to break.
She held her in the quilt for a long time, and she couldn't help but breathe as soon as she looked out.
"Um...huh...hah..."
It was just a normal panting sound, but it sounded like a bombshell in the ear of a dragon with a short circuit in the brain.
The long bald ears that Mr. Long finally hid popped out. He looked at Mu Wan's slightly open collar with an indescribable gaze, looking greedily from her black hair scattered on the pillow, down her reddish The root of the ear slipped all the way to her white neck...