I Married A Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating

Twenty-Two Dragons (2)

What an exciting thing this was! When Mu Wanwan, who had been spending money ever since transmigrating here and had never earned a single copper coin, looked at the pot of burning grass shoots, her eyes were ablaze.

Sure enough, be it in the modern era or this world, making money was a joyful thing.　　

Moreover, she hadn’t noticed earlier as she had been too focused on cultivating the plants, but she had cultivated eighteen seeds consecutively without a single failure. Mu Wanwan thought a little dizzy, could this be her golden finger1?　　

Hence, Mu Wanwan’s ego was inflated. She sat cross-legged and rested for a while. When she felt that she had recovered some of the spiritual energy in her dantian, she overreached and took one Grade 1 Bixing grass seed to cultivate.

But this time, up till she was completely exhausted, the seed remained unchanged, and there was no sign of it being about to break out and sprout.

The confident Mu Wanwan, “……”

She accepted her fate and kept the seeds away, then moved the burning grass seedlings that had been cultivated so laboriously to an empty part of the room. Next, she fetched some water to wash Mister Long’s dirtied pillow. When she was done, the sky was already almost dark.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier; the dark clouds were dense, and there was no sign of the skies clearing up.

Mu Wanwan looked gloomily at the still wet quilt and pillow, then looked at the Mister Long on the bed and the quilt that was covering him. After thinking it over for a long time, she decided to make do again for one more night. She didn’t believe that after raining today, it would still rain tomorrow.

She just had to make do for two nights, it was nothing much.　　

So, at night, after Mu Wanwan gave it her all and cultivated two more burning grass seeds, she dressed as thickly as possible, slept on clothes folded to resemble a pillow, and got ready to make do for another night rather aggrievedly.

However, she slept very badly that night, and kept dreaming.

The dream was neither about the mobile games she had missed so much at first, nor about pieces of spirit stones, but was about the fake Mister Long she had seen at noon.

The Mister Long in her dream and the fake Mister Long feel a little different. His face was clearer, and he seemed to be saying something as he looked at her. In the dream, she asked Mister Long for his name; the Mister Long in her dream looked at her, then said, “Cold.”

Mu Wanwan was a little dumbfounded. She asked again, but the Mister Long in her dream seemed to become impatient, and with a snap, suddenly disappeared like the fake Mister Long…

In the dream, she recited the word Mister Long said over and over again, “Cold cold cold…”

“Mhm, it’s so cold,” Mu Wanwan’s eyes opened abruptly; her hands and feet were a little stiff from the cold.

She shook her head, trying hard to forget the nonsensical dream she just had. Bracing her tired body, she looked out with a face full of expectation.　　　　

It was pitch black, but she could hear the sound of large drops of rain hitting the roof.

Continuously pitter-pattering, it was all rain.

Mu Wanwan curled up a little aggrievedly, facing Mister Long’s direction　　

There was only a very, very faint light in the room; Mu Wanwan had very poor night vision, and could only see his vague silhouette.

It’s really very cold, I’d really like to be under a quilt…

Mu Wanwan couldn’t help stretching out her hand to feel around in Mister Long’s direction. Her current body was just over 1.6 metres, and her arms were not long. She felt around for a long time without touching the quilt, so Mu Wanwan edged herself in his direction. Finally, her fingertips made contact with the soft quilt.

She followed the edge of the quilt and put her hand in. In an instant, a warm feeling spread out from her fingertips. Mu Wanwan squinted and thought rather desperately, anyway, since Mister Long had no consciousness at all, and she had also confirmed that he didn’t have (wah——), there was no danger, so what if they shared a quilt!

Mu Wanwan refused to admit that she was about to be frozen silly.

Actually, based on last night’s temperature, she wouldn’t have been awakened from the cold. But with the sudden rain of the past two days and the drop in temperature, she felt a little cold tonight even though she was wearing the clothes that were enough for last night.

As Mu Wanwan secretly edged herself in Mister Long’s direction, she comforted herself that the nuptial quilt had been bought in a very large size anyway, and was completely enough for two people to use.

Mu Wanwan was completely unaware that she had already desperately found countless reasons for wanting to sleep with Mister Long =.=!!

It’s just that there was a slight difference in this matter from what she had thought.

She had thought that Mister Long had no consciousness, but this was not the case.

Mister Long was very sensitive to changes in temperature, and the effect of those two slices of ginseng was not bad, so Mister Long had actually already regained consciousness half an hour before Mu Wanwan had awoken from the cold. It was just that as he had consumed too much divine consciousness earlier, he didn’t let any divine consciousness out, and merely listened to her quiet breathing while guiltily healing his injuries.

Therefore, when the quilt was lifted and Mu Wanwan’s hand stretched into the quilt along with a slight chill, Mister Long felt it immediately. His muscles tightened almost instantly. Thanks to the ginseng slices, two of the fingers on his right hand could move within a small range.

Presently, his ring finger and little finger were picking at the sheets nervously. Thinking about what might happen next, his breathing was about to come to a stop.

Footnotes:

1 golden finger: a common trope in Chinese transmigration novels, akin to having a “cheat code”/ some kind of power that enables the protagonist to “win” in this new world.