I Married A Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating

Two Dragons (2.2)

Mu Wanwan brought the basin to the front of the bed with quite some effort, her vision even darkening a little. She immediately gained a new understanding of how weak the body she currently occupied was. She soaked the handkerchief in water, wrung it dry and exhaled deeply. She gathered her courage and walked to the side of the jade bed, then started wiping along the edges of the dirty blood, trying not to touch the tyrant’s horrifying half-broken tail.

When she was cleaning, her movements were actually rather big, but the tyrant remained unresponsive. If she didn’t see the changes of his scales from time to time, Mu Wanwan would think that he was dead.

She cleaned up bit by bit. The blood was very dirty, and there were many small bugs in it; some parts had even congealed and dried up. Cleaning it was torture, and Mu Wanwan’s scalp went numb as she scrubbed. She couldn’t help but whisper, “See, I don’t dislike you. After you wake up, even if you get together with the heroine, please also don’t kill me off just because you find me an eyesore. If you don’t say anything, I’ll take it as you’ve agreed.”

After speaking, she found it kind of funny. The tyrant was now just a pitiful dragon in a vegetative state with not an ounce of awareness. Isn’t she taking advantage of his sorry state by making such an agreement?

Mu Wanwan wiped for a long time. In the process, she still inevitably touched the tyrant’s dragon tail. It felt peculiar to the touch—a little slippery, but also very rough. She worked hard for a long time before the half nearer to the bed’s outer edge was cleaned. The basin of water had been changed several times, and the white handkerchiefs that were originally white were dyed a blood red that couldn’t be washed away.

Mu Wanwan’s waist and legs hurt. Her head was spinning, and she really couldn’t carry on anymore. She frowned as she looked at the tyrant’s dirty wounds and the half-broken tail lying on the inner half of the bed.

The long, terrible-looking dragon tail was covered with withered yellow scales, taking on an unhealthy colour. She looked at the rotten flesh that exuded a rancid stench and panicked. She was a little glad that it was late autumn and the temperature wasn’t too high, so it wasn’t as prone to infection as it would be in summer. Otherwise, she was afraid that this poor dragon would be in worse shape than it was now.

“Phew.” When Mu Wanwan was cleaning up just now, she tried to avoid touching his body, but now, she decided to move him into a different position to get him out of the dirty blood that she hadn’t had the chance to clean up.

Mu Wanwan walked to the bed rather nervously. Her hands wrapped around the uninjured part of his dragon tail carefully, and she dragged it outwards with difficulty.

“Sssst……”

Mu Wanwan felt a sharp pain coming from the places where she came into contact with his scales, but as she couldn’t just brutally fling him away, she could only endure the pain. After a long period of exertion, she finally managed to drag his dragon tail to the clean half of the jade bed.

“Ouch.” Mu Wanwan retracted her hands and felt like crying when she looked at the numerous bloody cuts on them.

When she accidentally touched the scales as she cleaned up just now, she only felt that they were a little rough, and it didn’t really hurt. But why were her hands all cut up now when she picked it up?

Mu Wanwan sighed, and resignedly moved the tyrant’s upper body to a better position. Only then did she drag her battered body that was aching from the hard labour to a chair. Ignoring her bloody palms, she sprawled on the table and got ready to sleep.

Even though she really wanted to sleep on the bed, half of the bed next to the tyrant had not been cleaned, his wounds had not been treated, and there was no quilt on the bed. All things considered, it seemed like sleeping in a chair wasn’t much of a difference…

According to what she could remember of the novel, Fuliu would come to deliver some food to the original Mu Wanwan every morning, then take her to the ancestral hall. She would then wait until it was almost midnight before she could fetch her back here.

Then once, near evening, Ao Qin came to the ancestral hall to look for the original Mu Wanwan, but as she had agreed to escape with Bai Shuiyao, she was already long gone from the ancestral hall.

She had now decided not to run away. Tomorrow, she must seize the opportunity when she met Ao Qin and find a way to get a doctor for the tyrant, then get some medicine as well. It would be all the better if she could manage to get two maids to take care of him with her…

These thoughts ran vaguely through Mu Wanwan’s head before she fell asleep.