I Married A Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating

Thirteen Dragons (2)

Mu Wanwan scratched her head and sighed deeply. She had to thank Bai Shuiyao for causing her own demise. Now that she had been punished to do hard labour in the Cold Palace at the edge of the forbidden grounds, she and Mister Long could live in peace for a few days for now.

Three years, as long as she could hold out for three years, when Mister Long wakes up, he would surely allow her to live on account that she had taken care of him for three years.

She didn’t want anything like wealth and glory, and only hoped to be able to live peacefully.　　

Mu Wanwan leaned against the cold door and gazed out at the palace where the tyrant was lying. Suddenly, she felt that the courtyard was empty and deserted.

She was a very tough person. She had lived alone for so many years; there was nothing to feel lonely about.

This was what Mu Wanwan thought, but still, she didn’t feel like doing anything anymore. She washed her hands, went back to the room, and looked at Mister Long who was lying on the jade bed——

Perhaps it was because the tail had been cleaned, his complexion was visibly much better. Although it was still covered with hideous black and red lines, the space between his brows was more relaxed. The lines would still move from time to time, but they didn’t look as scary as before.

Mu Wanwan had initially been feeling very upset, but looking in front of her at the tyrant who used to be a big villain now lying obediently in the bright red wedding quilt like a little wife who was completely dependent on her, she felt a strange sense of comfort.

She herself didn’t know what was going on; as if controlled by a supernatural force, she reached out and gave Mister Long a poke in the cheek.

It was very thin, with not much flesh, but still soft.

Mister Long’s cheeks did not bulge up because of those black and red lines that looked like they were floating on the surface. When felt carefully, they even seemed somewhat smooth.

Mu Wanwan poked several more times before realising what she was doing. She hastily withdrew her hand, then smiled ruefully, “Mister Long, will you really fall for Bai Shuiyao in the future?”

Her voice was very soft, like a low breeze, which dissipated in an instant. The tyrant who was in the throes of pain did not hear her, and naturally did not give her any response.

Mu Wanwan was not at all surprised. She sat on the edge of the bed for a while, her heart in turmoil. One moment, she saw Bai Shuiyao’s eyes that were full of hate before she left, the next moment, it was the scene of that day at the ancestral hall, when Ao Qin issued his seemingly threatening warning, another moment, it was the few pieces of low-grade spirit stones in her pocket, and the following moment, it was feeling the pile of ash by Mister Long’s ear that morning…

The potential crises and the pressures of livelihood were all weighing on her; Mu Wanwan was actually rather tired. She sat there for a long time. Outside, the sun gradually sunk, and the house slowly became very dark.

Mu Wanwan rubbed her head and caught a glimpse of Mister Long at the side.

He was breathing steadily. Before, the room was very bright, yet Mu Wanwan didn’t notice that his lips were looking shiny from the layer of Baizhen fruit juice smeared on them. His lips were still a little bruised, and together, there was actually a bit of the effect of him having applied a charming dazzling purple lip gloss.

The corners of her lips couldn’t help but curve upwards. She remembered that she had forgotten to wipe his mouth clean when she fed him the juice earlier. However, it looked pretty good too.

She didn’t know if it was because she had been amused by Mister Long’s lip gloss, but Mu Wanwan felt that she was in a much better mood.

She stood up, intending to go to the kitchen to cook——

Despite the internal and external troubles and difficulties in life, she still had to live, so she had to keep looking forward.

Sitting passively while awaiting her doom was not the way to go. After settling Mister Long in these couple of days, she would apply for permission to go out and see if she could find any business opportunities.