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

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Mr. Long's consciousness has been hovering around Mu Wanwan, seeing her cheeks getting paler and more anxious in her heart, even trying to pull people into her arms regardless of everything.

However, he was afraid of her reaction after waking up.

If he has never been exposed to light and has never been taken care of by others like this, maybe he can care less about her feelings. But he had already tasted the ease, and he was afraid to expose the fact that he was awake.

Because he worried that she would be afraid of him, he would feel sick.

His prototype is so ugly, there was one more ugly claw than the normal dragon. I heard that the human race dislikes the ugly dragon, and now he is disabled again, and his reputation is still bad...

He didn't think she would accept him.

Only, he can't deceive himself.

Mr. Long took her hand and shook it with her palm. His heart bulged and his handsome face became hot.

The slightly hot body temperature passed along the wide palms, and passed from the palms held by Muwanwan to her.

He was still hesitating, but his body temperature was like a warm candle in the dark night, which made the unbearable Mu Wanwan instinctively want to get close.

It's so warm...

It's cold all around, only his palm is hot.

Perhaps people all have an instinct to get close to warmth. Although Mu Wanwan has a sense of ups and downs, but after feeling more comfortable, he tried his best to grasp Mr. Long's hand tightly, even the other hand climbed. He came up and embraced his arm.

So warm, so warm.

Mu Wanwan dizzy slightly opened his eyes, but in front of it was dark, and could not see anything.

She even thought that when she was a child, she was locked in a dark orphanage.

It was winter, and all three children who lived together were adopted. Only she, because of a continuous fever, was considered an unhealthy child and could not be adopted.

The dean was usually peaceful, but that day, it seemed to suddenly bore her, cut off the electricity, and locked her in the room.

It was the same at that time. Her head was very hot, but her body was very cold. Everything around her was cold. She curled up in the corner desperately, but still couldn't feel any warmth.

But this time is different.

What's so warm.

"Cold...I'm so cold..."

Mu Wanwan was willing to loosen Mr. Long's arms, and even grabbed tighter, like a man in the water holding a driftwood.

Mr. Long only felt that her soft and soft body was attached, with a damp breath, but he did not make him feel disgusted at all.

For the first time he saw such a fragile her, even his voice lost his confidence and tenacity in life, leaving only helplessness.

This time, he touched the skin of the two. Although he was trembling and the blood was flowing back, he still kept his reason.

He, can he really, pull her into his arms?

His hesitation, his entanglement, were at the next moment, when she heard her with a fragile "Mr. Dragon", her reason was disconnected, like a broken mountain stone, and the soil collapsed in an instant.

What saint, what worries, what to consider for her!

At this moment, he was all selfishly left behind.

He wants her,

Only her.

Only her.

Mr. Long felt that he must be crazy. When he returned to his senses, Mu Wanwan had been pulled into his arms by his almost rudeness.

It spanned two beds and was half a meter away.

Since he had to do his best to touch her fingertips, he came to him.

His heart beat like a drum, Mr. Long's cheeks were hot, and he was clumsy and carefully sorted out his happy quilt, until the two people were completely covered.

Mu Wanwan was actually a little pained by him, but the little pain was very insignificant compared with the discomfort of her body. She only felt that she was free from the coldness and came to a warm place.

She instinctively wanted to adjust a comfortable position. She felt that there was something warmer than what she had just held. She started struggling wildly with her hands until she touched his warm and warm chest, and then stopped her movement with satisfaction. The man leaned up, even stuck his face up, and it was a shameful rubbing. She didn't even know how big a hole she had dug for her sober future.

Mu Wanwan now burns a little bit of consciousness, and she vaguely thinks that it is probably the wish that she made when she was a child.

She wanted a big pillow that was nice and warm, the most expensive one sold in the store.

Comfortable and secure, when you are afraid of being alone, when you are afraid of darkness, when you can't eat ice cream like other children because you don't have the money, like now, hit the pillow to vent, and then press it again Comfortable and warm large pillow, after a beautiful sleep, you will not be afraid of anything ^_^

Just...

Mu Wan's vague thoughts——

Why is this pillow very comfortable on the top, and a little bit cold and hard on the bottom, she is not very comfortable.

It seems that this wish is not perfect enough.

Mu Wanwan bended his legs in grievance, facing the warm heat source, and felt very relieved.

It's just that when she wakes up, you must replace this pillow! Change to more comfortable!

And Mr. Long can only let her touch with a red face and stiffness, and let her struggle to kick her tail for several jio. Her strength is not enough to tickle him, not only does not hurt, but also like It was the cat's claws that ignited and spoiled him.

He could clearly feel the body temperature passed through her thin clothes, which was obviously cold, but made him almost burned.

Moreover, in her current posture, her cheeks were right against his chest, and warm breath was sprayed on him, with a series of damp and hot tremors.

Mr. Long felt that he was taking the biggest test of Long Sheng, enduring the novelty that he had never had before, and his consciousness fell on her cheek—

She should still be uncomfortable, her face still pale, her brow furrowed, her lips very white, and it was ice to kick him.

Mr. Long's eyelashes were trembling, and his right hand was gently raised, bypassing the neck lying on her side, gently lifting her sweaty forehead, and fingertips gently brushing her forehead to make her more comfortable.

Then, it seemed to be bewitched, tolerated and tolerated, but still shaking her fingertips and gently resting her arms on her waist.

Soft and warm.

Well, it's very soft.

Mr. Long not only had his cheeks red, but his body temperature was also much higher. He comfortably moved Mu Wan closer.

Mr. Long hurriedly took his arm away and couldn't stand it. The whole dragon was hot and felt like he was going to be hot. The fingertips that just touched her waist were all sweaty, her eyelashes were shaking, and her heart was beating. Is not normal, even worried that her heartbeat will wake her up.

He stretched his hand a bit and covered his red cheeks, taking a few deep breaths.

No way.

No way.

What was he thinking about?

Why is he so shameless?

Now that his wife is sick, she is so uncomfortable, but he feels abhorrent that he is too happy.