After Wearing The Book, I Married A Disabled Tyrant (MTL) [COMPLETED]

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Mu Wanwan didn't hesitate anymore, stepped on the soft mattress carefully, gently lifted the quilt on the outside, and slowly sat down on the quilt.

She put out only one light, and at about two or three in the morning, it was pitch black outside, and there was only a dim light in the whole room.

Mu Wanwan lay down, her tired waist and legs touching the soft quilt for a long time, she couldn't help but let out a sigh. The originally cool quilt was stained with body temperature, and it heated up little by little, just like her cheeks, a little bit of crimson.

Although she told herself not to worry about a certain dragon sleeping next to her, in the quiet space, Mr. Long's very weak breathing was so obvious that Mu Wanwan couldn't help turning her head and glanced at him quietly.

Mr. Long lay motionless in the bright red bed, obedient and well-behaved. From her angle, she could only see half of her cheeks with strong contours, and those long, somewhat enviable eyelashes, which were curved and thick.

Mu Wanwan silently reached out and touched her eyelashes, then turned her head silently.

It is probably impossible for her to have long and curled eyelashes in her life......

Mu Wanwan would have thought she couldn't fall asleep. After all, it was the first time in her life that she slept in the same bed with the opposite sex, but soon, she fell into a dark dreamland, and those wild thoughts had no room to play, so she was caught. Tired and rubbed on the bed. Rubbed.

She slept soundly, unable to lift a finger from her tiredness, and lay peacefully on the bed.

The room was quiet for a while. In the quiet room, a faint mist overflowed from the low-grade spirit stone that Mu Wanwan placed in Mr. Long's ear, and then disappeared into the tyrant's body like water vapor.

But it was obvious that the low-grade spirit stone contained too little spiritual power. This process was short-lived and terrifying. In almost an instant, the originally slightly transparent low-grade spirit stone shattered into annihilation powder.

The room fell into a terrible silence again for a long time.

Perhaps it was almost dawn when Mr. Long's fingers moved slightly.

Under the body is a soft and soft bedding, and the original painful and itchy tail has also been treated. The tyrant can feel a layer of low-grade ointment on it, and the sticky feeling on his face has disappeared. Someone wipe your face.

There was a trace of softness and softness in the bottom of his heart, because there was such a trace of spiritual power in the dried-up body, he had the opportunity to try his best to connect a small piece of broken pronucleus, dispel a curse, and relieve some pain.

turn out to be.........

Does she really not despise him?

Mr. Long couldn't tell what she felt in her heart. She would not despise him with such a messy and dirty tail.

With a movement in his heart, a ray of spiritual consciousness slowly spread out, slowly scanning everything around him.

Last time, he was too narrow-minded.

As soon as his consciousness touched the bright red quilt embroidered with mandarin ducks, Mr. Long seemed to have been scalded by something, and suddenly withdrew his consciousness, his heart beating violently after a long absence——

She, how could she...

It turns out that the soft thing under him is not just a simple quilt, but is it a quilt?

Did she accept herself and want to be with her......?

His ears were very hot. For the first time, the pain in the meridians was not comparable to the beating heartbeat. Mr. Long tentatively, slowly, once again drew out a ray of consciousness, slowly rippling from the red ecstasy that made him extremely embarrassed. open.

The room was still a familiar one, and the jade bed was also the one he often slept on, but there were two more dazzling quilts on it, and in another quilt not far from him, there was a defenseless, sound sleeper. 's people.

The blood flowed slowly. If Mu Wanwan was awake, and if the black and red curse mark was not so obvious, she would have found out that Mr. Long's exposed face, neck, and two ears had all changed. The powder is about to be advanced into a deep red color.

She slept peacefully beside a bastard dragon who was considered by everyone to be disabled and disgusting, and beside a tyrant who was considered ruthless and murderous by everyone.

Mr. Long struggled to move his consciousness slowly, and that wisp of consciousness that was even lighter than the air slowly slid from Mu's bent neck, all the way across her cheeks, nose tip, eyelashes, forehead... ..

She doesn't look particularly good-looking.

During the peak period, he had seen countless flattering beauties, but he was still a single dragon tyrant with red ears.

She should not be very good-looking......

But the only divine sense that Mr. Silong can use, but I don't know if it is out of control, slowly sliding across Mu Wanwan's sleeping cheeks, and finally resting on her dry lips, trembling, falling down. Feather-like blows, and then—

It disappeared suddenly as if it had never appeared before.

His cheeks were so hot that Mr. Long felt a little dizzy. While suppressing the pain that was gradually surging in his body, he thought vaguely with red ears—

Is this what it feels like to kiss a lady?

Really different.