I Married A Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating

Fifty-five Dragons (3)

Becoming a Rank 3 cultivator was considered extremely talented for a human. The need for food disappeared, so it was entirely fine even if she didn’t make dinner.

Hence, Mu Wanwan didn’t bother with making dinner. She cultivated a few Grade 2 Baizhen fruit, ate one herself, kept one for Mengmeng, and fed the rest to the dragon.

It was still the same old process of feeding the dragon, but Mu Wanwan’s mentality had undergone a large transformation. Every time she accidentally touched his lips, she would feel very, very awkward, and didn’t know if it was more from shame or a tingly numbness.

Just the act of feeding him was so awkward that she was relying solely on instinct. In a few days, if this person still deliberately didn’t wake up, according to her past schedule, she would have to change his clothes, wash his hair, bathe him, and clean his tail…

Mu Wanwan’s cheeks grew hot, and she bit her lip——

This dragon wouldn’t be so shameless, right? M-Maybe he would discover that she was pretending to be asleep tonight.

However, Mu Wanwan had completely overestimated Mister Long. When the night fell and the suggestive lights in the house were put out, Mister Long woke up quietly after Mengmeng and her were both “sound asleep”.

In the past few days, because of his wife’s flow, he only woke up for a while at night to see if she had emerged from the state of flow.

Tonight was the same; his spiritual consciousness circled around, then rested on Mu Wanwan’s bulging quilt.

His wife has emerged from her epiphany; his wife has advanced in rank; his wife was sleeping beside him.

These thoughts ran through Mister Long’s head in a flash, and he was instantly happy——

He could finally touch her.

Mhm, first, he had to make himself look better.

Mister Long’s long eyelashes flickered, and in the next instant, he turned into his human form and edged over quietly.

Mu Wanwan was no longer the Rank 2 Mu Wanwan; her senses were much more sensitive than before, and she was aware of Mister Long’s every movement.

Her heartbeat quickened. However, with her previous experience of pretending to be asleep, she was much calmer now.

In fact, when she went to bed tonight, to prevent certain shameful things from happening, she purposely half-buried her head under the covers this time.

So, it was even more difficult for Mister Long to touch his wife.

A certain dragon who was a little shy and flustered knowing that he was doing something wrong only thought, naively, that his wife was a feeling little cold tonight _(:з」∠)_

Actually, the dragon knew that his wife, who was already a Rank 3 powerhouse, would surely wake easily. However, he was burning with longing and wanted to take a chance——

After all, she had never woken up before, and always slept very soundly. He would be very, very gentle.

He secretly warmed himself with spiritual energy, then slowly, little by little, stretched out his palm.

Then…

He accidentally touched her waist…

She was sleeping on her side with her back facing Mister Long tonight, both hands in front of her chest.

So, when Mister Long quietly searched for his wife’s hand, what he touched, in the end, was her waist.

His touch was very light, and the palm of his hand was hot. Her waist felt shameful and itchy, and she bent a little at the waist almost reflexively, forcibly holding back the urge to escape.

Almost the instant he touched her waist, Mister Long also realised what this softness, that was different from her palm, was, and immediately retracted his palm as if he had been scalded.

H-H-He hadn’t meant to.

However, it was very soft, and very teasing; the dragon felt like he couldn’t breathe.

Mu Wanwan’s expression was very complicated. She was starting to understand Mister Long less and less.

“Wife…” murmured Mister Long after a long time. Slowly, he said as if with great difficulty, “I…”

“I want to kiss you.”

Mu Wanwan was shocked; before she could really react, she heard him say hoarsely in a strained voice, “I won’t cause you any pain.”

Mu Wanwan, “…”

Mu Wanwan, “???”

Pain? Why would a kiss hurt…? Could it be…

Enduring the strange feeling that surged in her heart, her ears silently reddened——

No, this was a little too fast. She wasn’t ready to fulfill their marital obligations.

In the end, Mu Wanwan waited a long, long time before she felt her quilt gently being lifted. The cold air from outside hit her face, making her break out in an inexplicable shiver.

She was a little nervous and her hands were shaking. How had Mister Long not noticed she was awake?

She didn’t know that Mister Long was even more nervous than she was. Slowly, he approached her.

Until their breaths mingled, and the tips of their noses touched.

His long eyelashes brushed across her cheek, tickling her so much that she yearned to reach out to itch them. In her ear, was the sound of breathing that was gradually heating up, which was difficult to bear.

Mu Wanwan endured this agonising feeling for more than ten minutes; her lips were all moist from the dragon’s breath as if she had applied balm.

The feeling of shyness gradually faded away, and she just wanted to press Mister Long’s head to make him hurry up and kiss her. She really wanted to scratch her face! QwQ

Mister Long mentally prepared himself in this long and dark night and finally mustered up his courage——

Gently, and lightly, he pressed his lips to hers.

It was the briefest of touches before he moved away quickly, like a piece of down that was carried gently by wind before drifting away.

The author has something to say:

Mister Long, on the inside, “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.”

Mu Wanwan, on the inside, “My face is so itchy, I really want to scratch it. Hurry up and kiss me already, hurry up, hurry up. Huh??? It’s over???”