I Married A Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating

Twenty-one Dragons (1)

It was already very late, and the formidable nature of late autumn was gradually manifesting itself. Mu Wanwan could even feel the cold air creeping up from the ground as she stood. She looked at Mister Long, who was lying quietly in bed, then at the thick mattress and jade bed beneath him, feeling torn.

Come to think of it, it was rather strange—she didn’t know what that bed in Mister Long’s room was made of. It looked like a jade bed, yet it wasn’t cold like jade beds were, but rather, it was a little warm, and was very comfortable to sleep on…

The more she thought about it, the more swayed she was. When she came back to her senses, she had already walked to the bedside.

In the room, only the lamp on the bedside table was lit, giving off a soft glow through the lampshade. As the saying goes, looking at a beautiful dragon by candlelight, Mu Wanwan’s gaze moved unthinkingly to Mister Long’s face.

His forehead was initially covered with layered and choppy hair, but she had found it in the way when washing his face previously and had pulled it aside. Two long locks of hair hung by the side, and there were strange lines all over his face. But even so, she could vaguely make out his handsome appearance.

He was a very attractive dragon, thought Mu Wanwan.

He really was very good-looking.

And now that he couldn’t move, a gentleman should not take advantage when others were in danger; she had better not share a bed with Mister Long.

Mu Wanwan sighed. She covered Mister Long with the quilt well, went and got a few somewhat thicker clothes and put them on, then climbed onto the bed gloomily.

Fortunately, this jade bed was not very cold, sleeping here was much better than sprawling on the table…

Anyway, if the weather was good tomorrow, the quilt and bedding would dry then. It’s fine to make do with this for one night.

Mu Wanwan laid sideways, not daring to look at Mister Long who was lying beside her, and slowly closed her eyes.

But she didn’t know if heaven was playing a joke on her; when she woke up the next day from backache, she heard the pitter-patter of rain coming from outside the house.

It was raining.　　

Mu Wanwan rubbed her head with some agony. Fortunately, she had brought the quilt and mattress in last night, otherwise, she would have to wait for several more days.

She got out of bed, washed up, and after searching for half a day, finally found an oiled paper umbrella that was missing a corner in one of the side halls. She shuttled between the main hall and the side hall with the umbrella to make brunch.

She had actually gotten up a little late today, so she decided to just make brunch. It was a pity that she wasn’t able to eat meat yesterday, so she thought she might as well make soup with the spirit pig bones for lunch. Having decided on the menu, Mu Wanwan got to work.

The vegetables from the market were very good. The elven siblings, Feng and Lan’er, took very good care of their vegetables. Even after leaving them overnight, the vegetable leaves did not wilt very much.

Back in modern times, she had lived by herself, and had therefore developed her cooking skills. While she wasn’t a master chef, she was okay with regular home-cooked dishes, and her cooking speed wasn’t slow either.　　

The palace looked a little more mysterious than usual in the rain. Mu Wanwan walked from the side hall to the main hall under the umbrella, along the corridors and through the courtyard. When she was just about to reach the door of the room, she slipped and almost lost her footing, and the umbrella fell straight to the ground.　　

Mu Wanwan protected the food box with one hand and slammed hard on the wall with the other. The wall was not very smooth, and she was unlucky enough to scrape against a corner. Almost instantly, the skin of her palm broke, and her hand started to bleed.

She couldn’t help crying out in pain. A few drops of rain dripped down from her scalp, obscuring her vision. Mu Wanwan reached out and wiped it wretchedly. Before she could pick up the umbrella on the ground, she felt a person appearing before her in her hazy vision——

His long, silk-like black hair was draped casually around him. He was dressed in a moon-white silk robe, and had a pair of broken horns. The rain blurred his silhouette, and Mu Wanwan could only clearly see that the pair of narrow, inky phoenix eyes were looking straight at her, dissipating in the rain like dust after only a glance.

Was that… Mister Long?

Was she hallucinating?

Mu Wanwan felt a twinge of sourness in her heart. She rubbed her eyes, then looked at the entrance of the room several times like a fool—there was nothing at all, and no sign of any dragon,

Really, as expected, these past few days have been so fantastical that she was now hallucinating. Mu Wanwan picked up the umbrella from the ground while mocking herself. She couldn’t quite understand that trace of disappointment in her heart, and entered the room a little embarrassedly——

The dragon was still obediently lying in bed!

Mu Wanwan couldn’t quite describe what she was feeling at the moment, and only sighed, then went to one side silently with a handkerchief to wipe her hair.

She wiped her hair in silence, not noticing that Mister Long’s deathly pale knuckles were trembling silently, nor did she notice that he had swallowed a mouthful of blood painfully.