I Married A Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating

Fifty-six Dragons (1)

Mister Long only touched her lips for a moment, then moved away immediately, lying honestly on his bed, without making any other movements.

Mu Wanwan did not dare to move. Mister Long’s light kiss just now was like down passing over her lips, a light and soft feeling that passed in a flash. She didn’t have any of those reactions stated in books——

Blushing, heart-racing, weak limbs, tingling… and other such sweet reactions.

She even felt as though it was over even before she could react—it happened so quickly that it was like an illusion.

She didn’t know if it was all in her head, but she now felt like a small and clear imprint was left behind on the part of her cheek that Mister Long’s eyelashes had brushed past. It wasn’t a suggestive feeling, but rather, more like the feeling of having been touched by Mengmeng.

She didn’t dislike it.

She even felt a little helpless.

Mu Wanwan thought about it for a long time. A part of her wanted to take this as Mister Long really having some feelings for her, but she also felt that doing something like stealing a kiss was not quite in line with his cold and overbearing CEO persona in the original book.

However… Mu Wanwan, who didn’t particularly feel anything when she was kissed secretly, was now feeling a little embarrassed. Her face was a little hot, and her guarded heart relaxed a little.

It turned out that the legendary cruel, cold-blooded, and ruthless tyrant who killed without batting an eyelid was actually so careful and tentative. Yesterday, Mister Long’s “Hold me” meant “Hug his arm”, so based on that translation, it seemed very reasonable that “kiss” meant “ lips barely touching a little”…

She pretended that she was not sleeping well and quietly turned over. Her movements weren’t big, but they were magnified multifold in the quiet night. This caused the heart of a certain dragon, who was already feeling very ashamed, to almost stop beating.

H-He had really—really kissed her.

Mister Long’s furry ears trembled, and when he heard the sound of her turning over, his feelings were sweet and nervous as he reassured himself inwardly——

No, she couldn’t have noticed.

He had been paying attention, and was very careful.

The dragon waited nervously for a long time. Only when she didn’t move any more did he gradually calm down.

He felt that he had no more regrets.

He had done countless shameless things to his wife, and had indulged himself to secretly do many, many things when she wasn’t aware.

To him, his wife’s existence was like a spot of floating light in the eternal night, something he could see at once when he looked up, and hold tightly in the palm of his hand when he reached out.

Even if she was forced into this at first, and later carried on out of pity or boredom, it didn’t matter.

In these two short months, he had already fallen for her very, very much.

Yes, he had fallen for her.

His heart would race when she got close to him, he would get nervous when she called his name, and he would always be thinking about those shameless and hateful things he shouldn’t be thinking about when she fed him.

He liked her, and had also indulged himself.

Like a pervert, he had done everything to her without her knowing——

He had touched, hugged, and kissed her.

Mister Long’s heart ached. Her lips were very soft and slightly warm.

He had only touched it for a brief moment, but already felt like he was about to lose control of himself——

To lose all control and kiss her hard, make her wake up, let her see his appearance, and hear her call him husband.

But he was also afraid——

He was afraid that she would be scared of him, afraid of the fear and disgust that would show in her eyes if she opened her eyes to find him kissing her, afraid that she would think he was defiling her innocence, afraid that she would cry.

At the thought that she might hate him…

Mister Long’s heart felt like it was being stabbed with needles, and collapsed into a wadded heap.

Just imagining that scene made his heart cave in. It hurt more than when his dragon horns were chopped off.

Mister Long found himself thrown into misery again, while Mu Wanwan still wondered if Mister Long would kiss her again tonight.

With an indescribable mood, she even prepared herself to feel it properly this time as she waited for Mister Long to land another feather-light kiss.

But a long time passed, and he never moved again.

……

Early the next morning, before the sky was fully lit, Mu Wanwan got up, washed up as usual, finished washing up Mister Long and Mengmeng, then fed the dragon, feathery chirp, and spirit chicks.

Mu Wanwan was actually very calm when washing the dragon’s face, brushing his teeth, and feeding him. Based on her observations in the past two days, the dragon generally didn’t wake up during the day, so she just did what she always had as usual.

After finishing the housework, Mu Wanwan ate a Bixing grass fruit as breakfast, and suddenly realised——

Her diet had changed a lot.

Back in modern times, after getting her monthly paycheck and paying the rent and other miscellaneous expenses, she would spend a few hundred dollars to watch a movie and eat a delicious meal to reward herself. At those times, spicy numbing soup, hotpot, barbecue, and so on, were all her favourite foods.

Since transmigrating into this book, she was poor in the beginning and had little to eat, but gradually, she seemed to have gotten used to it. It was only now that she realised that she hadn’t eaten anything delicious for a long time.

All she ate were a bunch of Baizhen fruit that tasted like orange-flavoured rotten apples without much texture, and super bitter Bixing grass fruit.