I Married A Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating

Forty-one Dragons (1)

As with yesterday’s routine, little Mister Long quietly took off his cloak, combed his long hair, dragged his tail and gently touched his two precious spirit eggs, then carefully ate with restraint a small portion of the steamed bun that he brought back yesterday.

This was Mu Wanwan’s first time seeing an awake Mister Long eat.

He was very different from when he was lying down. Holding the small steamed bun with both hands, he took small bites and ate very elegantly, looking out of place in the shack.

Little Mister Long only ate half of the steamed bun. Standing behind him, Mu Wanwan looked at the little Mister Long who only came up to her chest. His head was slightly lowered, and there were still water droplets on his long eyelashes.

She was suddenly a little heartbroken.

She wanted to wake up quickly from this dream; she didn’t want to see Mister Long like this any longer.

Satisfied after eating the pitifully small bit of steam bun, little Mister Long finished his meal for the day. Unlike yesterday, he did not go to rest. Instead, he went to the table and pulled out a few wooden boards from the drawer.

Mu Wanwan hadn’t noticed before that this table actually had drawers.

He crouched down; his pair of hands turned into sharp claws, and he started… rubbing the planks?

Mister Long took a somewhat damp board and first broke the obviously wet parts off, then used his claws to carve the remaining piece bit by bit into a shape that could interlock.

Mu Wanwan watched for a long time before realising what he was doing. Five boards were put together, like a tiny little bed.

He fiddled with these boards from the moment he came home till night fell. Mu Wanwan almost couldn’t see anything anymore, so she could only sit on the bed. It was not until she was almost asleep that Mister Long stopped.

Perhaps because he was very satisfied with his work, little Mister Long’s eyes were bright and shiny, gleaming with a golden light. Subconsciously, a smile formed on Mu Wanwan’s lips—

Even if Mister Long became an overbearing tyrant in the future, he was now just a small dragon cub— it was normal for him to be a little childish, wasn’t it?

But she didn’t get to feel relieved for long before she heard his young, hoarse voice say, “Big Treasure’s bed is done.”

Mu Wanwan, “…”

Mu Wanwan, “???”

So, it wasn’t a toy, but Big Treasure’s bed??

She was a little speechless, then she heard Little Mister Long say apologetically, “There are no more materials. Daddy will make Little Treasure’s bed tomorrow.”

Mu Wanwan, “…”

Mister Long solemnly promised that he would not go back on his word, then dragged his still-injured tail and lay on the bed.

Mu Wanwan could see his expression—

It was very calm, with occasional sparks of expectation flashing in his dark eyes, and his brows were relaxed. She didn’t know what he was thinking about, but there was a slight smile on his lips occasionally.

There were clearly still many wounds on his body, and she sensed the pain from his pale face.

“Good night, Big Treasure, Little Treasure,” said Mister Long in a low voice, then slowly closed his eyes. He was exhausted, and it wasn’t long before he was asleep. His breathing was a little heavy, and his tail swished across the bed a couple of times, leaving a trace of blood.

Mu Wanwan looked at little Mister Long’s childish cheeks and her heart ached—

Was it because her little Mister Long was too lonely and didn’t have anyone to talk to that he treated two spirit eggs like this?

Mu Wanwan stretched out a hand slowly; she wanted to touch his head, but she could only touch the damp coldness on his head that was still wet with rain, and could not bring him any comfort.

She pursed her lips and her eyes remained open, as she was unable to fall asleep.

……

Mu Wanwan spent three utterly realistic days in this dream. By the time she opened her eyes on the fourth day and saw the tattered ceiling of little Mister Long’s house, she was already very calm.

She got up from the bed naturally, walked over to the table, and greeted the two spirit eggs that seemed to have gotten a little bigger, “Big Treasure, Little Treasure, good morning.”

Then, while a certain dragon was still grooming himself meticulously, she propped her chin in one hand and followed behind him like a ghost.

She was now in a spirit state. Apart from some sensations, she couldn’t feel things like hunger. “Little Mister Long, are you still going to that place to hunt today?”

She pretended that he could hear her. “Why don’t you forget it? That white dragon is not a good one to mess with. Didn’t he throw you out with just a swipe of his claw yesterday? It’s a good thing you run fast.”

“Let’s just go and bully that foolish black dragon,” suggested Mu Wanwan sincerely. She watched Mister Long straighten his cloak, then touched Big Treasure and Little Treasure again before he left.

Mu Wanwan pursed her lips but still followed behind him in the end. It’s just that for some odd reason, she had been feeling uneasy from the moment she woke up today.

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