I Married A Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating

Twenty-three Dragons (1)

Mister Long didn’t have to wait for very long before he felt her body, which still carried with it a chilly air, slowly edge over; his heart thumped non-stop uselessly.

As he was much more sensitive than normal people, Mister Long could clearly feel her lifting a corner of the quilt, then nudging in little by little—first, her arm, then, her legs…

Because she hadn’t planned on sleeping with Mister Long, Mister Long was sleeping in the middle of the quilt. Mu Wanwan gently pulled at the edge of the quilt, and just barely managed to cover half of her body without touching Mister Long.

Therefore, the half of her body that was closer to Mister Long could clearly feel the warm heat he was giving off, but the other half that was not covered with the quilt was very cold, forming a sharp contrast with the other side.

Mu Wanwan was a little embarrassed, but she had exhausted herself during the day and hadn’t slept well in the first half of the night, and was extremely tired now. Thinking that Mister Long didn’t have any consciousness anyway, it shouldn’t matter much if her arm touched him a little bit. She just had to be careful to not touch the wound on Mister Long’s tail.

A celestial battle went on in Mu Wanwan’s mind for a while before she finally decided to yield to the strength of the drop in temperature.

After thinking about it, she first came out from under the quilt

She was still wearing very thick clothes, and she would be quite uncomfortable under the quilt with them on. It would be better to first remove a few of the outer clothes.

It was just that her sudden departure that made Mister Long feel quite bad. He had actually readied himself as she was nudging in it by bit, but didn’t think that that person would leave so suddenly.

A tinge of unidentified sourness surged within Mister Long, and he even felt a little aggrieved.

So, she wasn’t preparing to do anything?

A rustling sound came to his ears; Mister Long had not yet recovered from the disappointment of Mu Wanwan’s departure when he felt the quilt move again. This time, Mu Wanwan’s movements were much larger than before—her entire body squirmed in.

As Mister Long had previously occupied most of the quilt, Mu Wanwan inevitably touched his arm when moving, but she quickly adjusted her posture, carefully maintained a little distance from Mister Long, curled up and shrank her legs cautiously.

Although there was no pillow, it was much better than sleeping outside of the quilt. After some thought, Mu Wanwan said softly, “Mister Long, it’s raining. I have no quilt, and it’s really cold. Let’s make do and share one for a few nights, you shouldn’t have an issue with that, right?”

She couldn’t keep from laughing a little. Seeming to have thought of something, she said in a small whisper, “You aren’t even conscious, even if I used this opportunity to take advantage of you, you won’t know… So sleepy…”

This was the first time she was so close to him, and her voice seemed to be much clearer than usual. It was clearly just a voice, but it seemed to have transformed into a sound wave, radiating out in circles, spreading out in the few dozen centimetres of air and striking onto Mister Long’s heart.

He felt his face grow a little hot. In his meridians, besides the pain of being shattered, there seemed to be something else.

Mister Long couldn’t quite make it out. He could only feel Mu Wanwan’s contented sigh and her breathing gradually calm; the tip of his heart trembled a little, but he also slowly calmed down.

It turned out that she wanted to sleep with him only because of the cold, there was no other meaning.

Mister Long was a little disappointed, and also felt somewhat pained——

He was so ugly now, and his tail had not recovered. He even vomited blood that afternoon. It was only normal for his wife to dislike him and not want to do anything with him. Besides, his wife didn’t know that he was conscious, and would probably not do anything unnecessary.

Mister Long gradually calmed down. He felt the breathing of the person next to him in silence, only to feel that the warmth coming from her body was astonishingly hot; he was a little dizzy.

Also——

She was so very close to him. So close that he could touch her if he just stretched out his hand.

Mister Long’s heart thumped. He clumsily moved the ring finger and little finger that had just regained movement not long ago, inching forward little by little.

Because most of the meridians were not connected well, Mister Long could only advance by about a few centimetres before he could no longer move from the pain.

His forehead was covered in a cold sweat, but his fingertips, the only part of him that was mobile, still couldn’t help but want to touch her— just a little bit, just a little bit would do.

Mister Long’s fingertips inched along the sheets, but the ten-odd centimetres between him and Mu Wanwan seemed to be such a great distance. Just when he was about to give up, the sleeping Mu Wanwan moved, causing his already minuscule movement to come to a halt.

But very soon, Mister Long discovered that because she had just moved, the fingertips of her left hand just happened to be a little before the fingertips of his right hand.

His heartbeat sped up. In the dark, Mister Long was red from his ears to his cheeks. This time, he only moved a little forward with great effort before managing to touch the tip of her little finger.

Soft, a little warm, soft nails, round fingertips. Warm body temperature was transmitted bit by bit between one human and one dragon via the touch of their fingertips…

Mister Long was extremely hot; he felt that he was thoroughly bad.

But he did not move his hand away. From just touching the tip of Mu Wanwan’s little finger, his heart swelled, and the corners of his lips lifted slightly.

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