I Married A Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating

Forty-one Dragons (4)

He seemed to have suddenly thought of something, and laughed, “You didn’t really think that the two eggs they deliberately put on the road are dragon eggs, right? Hahaha! I’m going to die laughing.”

As Mu Wanwan listened to his ridicule, her head hurt like it was going to split open, and her heart felt like it had been torn apart. At this moment, her senses seemed to be in sync with Mister Long’s; she felt her body slowly getting bigger and bigger, and the gaze of the dragon opposite seemed to become more and more dumbfounded as he also seemed to become smaller and smaller.

Soon, he also became a dragon.

In her ears were the angry roars of a dragon, and her eyes were filled with the sight of bloody scales. Mu Wanwan felt the world spin; her whole body was in pain, and her vision gradually blurred. When she came back to her senses again, the battle was over.

The green dragon had been bitten to death and fell from the air with eyes as wide as copper bells.

But the roar of dragons still hadn’t stopped. She heard the drawn-out cries of dragons coming from all directions—angry ones, nosy ones—as many dragons rushed toward this once-peaceful little corner of the world.

A tearing pain ripped through her body; Mu Wanwan felt that she was probably about to wake up. She struggled to keep her eyes open but could only vaguely see a dragon covered in injuries shrouded in a hazy mist, a form that she couldn’t quite make out, running desperately into the distance.

Running without looking back.

Leaving pools of blood, like tears.

It was Mister Long.

That was Mister Long.

……

Mu Wanwan’s eyes flew open abruptly and she gasped sharply a couple of times. She touched her sweaty forehead without any sense of reality, and her eyes were full of tears.

She looked at her palm, then, still feeling displaced, turned her head and saw Mister Long sleeping peacefully beside her.

Mu Wanwan bit her lip, a little afraid that she was still in a dream, and just tentatively reached out to touch his arm.

It was warm, soft, and she could touch it.

It was real— it was the real Mister Long.

It was a Mister Long that was warm.

Mu Wanwan’s emotions suddenly collapsed. She wanted to tell herself that that was only a dream, and everything that happened in the dream was false, but the dream had felt so real.

It was so real that she was a little reluctant to believe that it was just a dream. Rather, she wanted to believe that the little Mister Long had existed, even though that kind of past was indeed too miserable.

She still remembered little Mister Long’s expression when the two eggs had been eaten.

With such an expression of despair and hatred of his own incompetence, she was afraid that he really thought those two eggs were dragon eggs.

“Mister Long,” Mu Wanwan called out vaguely, not caring about keeping an appropriate distance. She was much gentler than usual, and slowly edged over to his side.

His body was very hot— slightly warmer than little Mister Long’s body heat— and through the thin cotton undergarments, his heat spread to her palm little by little.

Her heart was sore, and she just wanted to do everything she couldn’t do in her dream, first reaching out and touching his head, then hugging his arm and resting her head on his shoulder.

And so, a certain dragon who had just successfully connected to a piece of his original core and couldn’t wait to wake up regained consciousness, then short-circuited, “……”

Mister Long was dumbfounded; he didn’t know what happened, but could feel her clinging tightly to his arm, and it seemed as if she was very sad.

A soft and warm touch came from her body, spreading up his arm and shoulder bit by bit, like a fire that was burning up little by little, and he felt his face begin to burn.

Why did she suddenly h-hug… hug him?

Although to Mu Wanwan, this was the comfort she owed little Mister Long, and strictly speaking, this couldn’t really be considered a hug, to Mister Long, she hugged his arm the moment he woke up, and even put her head on his shoulder… It was simply— simply too hard for the dragon to stay calm.

Her hair was a little long and her cheeks were soft; leaning against his shoulder, the long strands of hair brushed him, making him feel ticklish.

“Stupid dragon.” Mu Wanwan still hadn’t gotten over the look in little Mister Long’s eyes just now. She really wanted to tell him that they were just spirit eggs, not dragon eggs.

Moreover, in the dream, Mister Long acted like he didn’t care about other people’s opinions on the surface, when actually, he would cry in secret. Mu Wanwan was really afraid that the dragon would think that it was because he was a monster and a jinx, which was why the eggs had been discovered and the two-tailed cat was killed.

At this thought, her heart hurt even more; she was angry and upset.

Angry that she had this dream for no reason, then couldn’t do anything at all. What kind of dragon was that to be so stupid? So stupid that it made her heart ache.

Aggrieved and upset, she called him ‘stupid dragon’, yet Mister Long twitched his ears shyly.

The author has something to say.

Mister Long (shy): “When I woke up, not only did my wife hug me (→_→), but she also called me by a term of endearment (???), I’m really so happy.”

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