I Married A Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating

Before she transmigrated here, the original body had already reached her limit due to a series of blows, and most of her soul had collapsed, leaving death just a matter of time. After she transmigrated here, although the soul was now stable, the body’s physical fatigue had not really gone away. In addition, due to her constant worry about their livelihood that had led to her beginning to cultivate plants with her spiritual energy every day to make money before the injuries she sustained from Ao Qin were fully healed, her body has long been on the brink of collapse.

This time, it was because she was drenched in the rain and was left freezing for a long time that everything erupted all at once.

If she hadn’t eaten that Bixing grass fruit, it might not even be possible for her to be even faintly conscious now.

Mu Wanwan was hot all over, but she felt very cold. She forced her eyes open and lifted a weak arm to her forehead—it was very hot.

However, she felt so cold. Her eyes fogged up and she shifted instinctively over to Mister Long until she was almost next to his bedding, then felt a little more at ease.

“Mister Long, I’m so cold.”

It was said that people who were sick would be more fragile than normal people, and Mu Wanwan was the same. Besides, her illness this time is not just a headache, but more that her body had been exhausted to its limits.

“Mister Long, I want to drink water.”

Mu Wanwan knew it was useless to call out to him, but for some unknown psychological reason, she called out to him a few times softly until fatigue struck her, making her pass out again.

Thus, the next evening, when Mister Long regained divine consciousness and sent it out after suppressing the curse in his body and connecting the meridians of his right arm, Mu Wanwan was still lying on the bed, motionless.

When his divine consciousness did not touch the previously lively and energetic Mu Wanwan, Mister Long was a little surprised, but soon, his surprise was replaced by worry.

She was different from usual; her face was pale, her forehead was covered with cold sweat, and she was curled up on one side as if she was very cold.

Mister Long’s heart seized up at once; she was sick.

“Cold.” Mu Wanwan felt both hot and cold. Her entire body was very uncomfortable, and her head hurt so much it was about to explode. She gritted her teeth hard and was in a bleary daze, unaware of where she was and what she was saying.

Cold?

Was she very cold?

Mister Long felt pained. His divine consciousness brushed her cheek tenderly; her lips are already bloodless, and her brows were tightly furrowed. Perhaps because of the pain, her eyelashes trembled ceaselessly, each time as if they were an invisible sharp knife, stabbing him little by little.

If it wasn’t for taking care of him, she wouldn’t have had to work so hard.

He had to do something.

Feeling guilty, Mister Long stretched out his right arm that had just regained its ability to move, and with the help of his divine consciousness, his long arm reached out of his quilt and reached into hers.

It was ice cold.

Slowly, Mister Long grasped her hand. It was different from the warm softness from before; her palm was full of sweat, making it damp and cold. Compared to her hand, his own body temperature seemed so high.

He had heard that dragon blood was very nourishing, perhaps, he could let her drink a little of his blood?

Although he was a cursed dragon, the blood of his heart was still pure.

Some ideas gradually came together in his mind, but Mister Long hesitated for a moment.

He could control the concentration of the blood in his heart and only give her a little drink without letting her notice, but as for giving her warmth, would she be okay with it?

Although she had married him and was now his wife, she might not be willing.

If he really pulled her into his own covers to warm her up, perhaps, when she woke up, she would cry.

After all, he was now very ugly, and was also disabled.

Actually, all along, Mister Long had very little self-esteem. He knew that Mu Wanwan’s kindness towards him was perhaps just an expression of sympathy, but even so, he couldn’t stop her from entering his heart little by little.

He was like a lowly monster in a dark alley, who, at the sight of a glimmer of light, couldn’t wait to take her for his own and brand her with his mark.

However, he was afraid she would cry, afraid she wouldn’t be willing to accept it after she got well.

While they had slept under the same covers together before, she had made the decision on her own at that time, and he hadn’t thought of using his own body heat to keep her warm.

But now, it was different…

Mister Long felt that the hand he was holding hers with was as dark as a fallen dragon; by just pulling her over gently, they would have skinship.

In his heart of hearts, he wanted to do so very, very, much, so much so that his shameless blood was boiling.

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