I Married A Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating

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Forty-three Dragons (3)

At that time, a master alchemist who could refine elixirs that were capable of dispelling curses would surely be an important guest no matter where she goes. Even in the most loft Special Lifeforms Alliance would give her a seat of honour too.

It could even be said that she would become better and better, and more and more dazzling. Although he was good-looking, there were many others in this world who were about as good-looking as he was. Moreover, she had never seen his human form before. What if he wasn’t the type she liked? What would he do, then?

His desire to tie her to his side was indeed selfish.

Without his horns now, his strength was greatly reduced. Even if he connected all seven of the broken pieces of his original core, he could only recover 80% of his original strength.

He wouldn’t be able to defeat Rank 7 powerhouses, and he would die if he were to be ganged up on by Rank 6 people. On top of that, without the use of spiritual energy, he would be walking like a useless cripple. It was also difficult to say if he would be able to take back all of his power from Ao Qin’s hands. To make her follow him would make him a really very bad dragon.

He should set her free.

He really should set her free.

She didn’t know that he was conscious now, and was only taking care of him out of responsibility and pity, right? Mister Long couldn’t help recalling that hug, and could only deceive himself into thinking that that was just because she was cold; she didn’t feel anything for him.

But even so, even though he knew that his behaviour was not befitting of a proper gentleman, even though he felt he was as shady as a rat, Mister Long decided to indulge himself.

She was sound asleep and completely oblivious. He would move lightly, and she wouldn’t find out.

His heart squeezed, feeling unbearable yet beating violently. Mister Long moved gently. Wrapped in the quilt, he moved little by little above Mu Wanwan.

Propping himself on his arms on either side of the pillow, he looked greedily at her sleeping face.

It was a good thing Mu Wanwan’s sleep wasn’t shallow. Lying on her side, she felt the change of light and shadow, but only fluttered her eyelashes and did not wake up.

I want to…

I want to… kiss her.

Mister Long’s blood gradually heated up, and his forehead broke out in a sweat from restraining himself. His cheeks were red, but his expression was cold, and his brows were also twisted, wearing a very reluctant expression.

“Wife…”

He heard himself say softly. His voice was hoarse and low with unuse, tinged with a paranoid desire, and echoed in the quiet room.

“I…”

Mister Long tilted his head slightly; the redness on his face had become more pronounced, and his brows were furrowed even more tightly.

He wanted to say, Can I kiss you?

Just like how Mu Wanwan would bully the sleeping dragon when she wanted to touch his ears.

But clearly, he couldn’t bring himself to say it. Just saying ‘I’ seemed to have cost him his life.

The old bachelor dragon simply couldn’t bring himself to say it.

Mister Long mustered up the effort for a long time, looking as if he were dealing with a deep and bitter hatred, but could only say ‘I’ after half a day.

The spiritual energy in his body was rapidly flowing away. Mister Long struggled for nearly a quarter of an hour, but still couldn’t say it, and could only decide to let himself go. He silently simulated the scene of his wife agreeing in his mind, then slowly bent down, closing the distance between them.

Her face gradually enlarged, becoming closer and closer to him. Mister Long’s heartbeat became faster and faster, his blood surging—

Their breaths mingled; her warm exhale landed on his lips, causing a terrible shudder.

No, he couldn’t take it anymore.

Mister Long’s face was all red, but he still couldn’t bring himself to kiss her. Very slowly and cautiously, he bumped her cheek.

It was very, very light, like an illusion.

Yet, Mister Long was almost out of breath. Despite his serious expression, his face was crimson red.

He didn’t even notice that his ears sprang out the moment he touched Mu Wanwan. At this moment, the pair of ears that could reveal his emotions were rising and falling along with the desperately suppressed sound of his breathing.

After who knew how long, Mister Long managed to calm down a little. Sensing the bit of spiritual energy left in his body, he thought a little despicably, How about… kissing her again?

Just as the blushing Mister Long with trembling ears prepared to kiss her again, Mu Wanwan seemed to have suddenly sensed something— her sleepy eyes stirred and her eyelashes trembled, looking as if she was about to wake up.

Mister Long’s heart trembled with every tremble of her eyelashes, and the sweetness that had just risen turned into ice-cold fear.

There was even a sudden feeling of disgust with himself. His pupils constricted, and his body tensed instinctively. When he came to, he had already bent down and buried his head in the pillow by her neck, in an attempt to pretend he had stolen a kiss by acting like an ostrich.

Mu Wanwan only felt that something was pressing down on her, which made her very uncomfortable. Dazed with sleep, she only felt a furry feeling at the side of her neck.

Mister Long was about to die from anxiousness. His wife had never woken up in the middle of the night these past days, so he had let down his guard. Mister Long was very uneasy, but when he heard Mu Wanwan’s words, the heart that was about to fall off a cliff got rescued by a branch.

“Mengmeng…” Mu Wanwan blearily called out the name of her feather ball. “You came to sleep on the bed again…”

The feather ball?

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