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

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Mu Wanwan wanted to touch it, but when she held out her hand, her fingers were all sticky and dirty, which was in stark contrast to Mr. Long's hairy white ears. She really didn't mean to touch it.

Resisting the thought of rubbing the dragon, Mu Wan bends his heart, but he still withdraws his hand in sorrow.

As soon as she calmed down, the smell in the room made her unbearable.

Mu Wan climbed up, only to feel that the dirt formed on her body was wrinkled with her movements, and she quickly got off the bed a little unbearably.

She stood on the ground, first moved her unstained quilt aside, and then opened Mr. Long's bed-

As soon as it was opened, an indescribable smell came out. Although the body was very dirty, Mu Wanwan was almost suffocated by the smell.

After she coughed for a few breaths, she could see clearly that the quilt and mattress were scattered with dirt, and even Mr. Long was stained.

Mu Wanwan was a little embarrassed. He quickly took the dirty quilt down and opened the window to ventilate. He hurriedly took clean clothes and ran to boil water for a bath.

The water boiled, and Mu Wanwan just rolled into the water and rubbed his arm. The original clear bucket of water immediately became semi-black, and the dirt like dead skin was constantly rubbed off from the skin.

After she finished washing it briefly, the entire bucket of water had turned into black. Mu Wanwan looked at the bucket of water, a little silent--

She didn't know that she used to take a shower and wash her hair. There were so many dirty things in her body.

After touching it, I wondered if my cheeks became slippery due to psychological effects. Mu Wanwan again hit a bucket of clean water and rubbed himself clean from the inside out.

Mu Wanwan tried to wash the clothes she wore inside, but after rubbing for a long time, she didn't rub her sleeves cleanly, so she gave up. Fortunately, she bought more clothes for the market before. Otherwise, she may have no clothes to wear.

After all, they are very poor, and she has two sets of washed, slightly white, obscene clothes.

After taking a bath, Mu Wanwan cooked some Lingmi rice porridge, perhaps because Mr. Long's blood was very useful. She felt very hungry just from the beginning, and after thinking about it, she decided to eat a meal of Lingmi.

By the way, there are eggs and meat I bought before. I don't know if it is bad.

Mu Wanwan glanced at the weather outside. Today the weather is good, but the sunlight is still weak. It is estimated that it is now more than one o'clock in the afternoon. She plans to change the quilt and mattress first, and then give Mr. Long a simple scrub.

Then the porridge should be cooked. After cooking a dish, feed Mr. Long to eat some fruits, wash clothes and quilts, and cultivate fruits to make money. After all, she does not know how long she has been ill this time. After that, she hasn't checked yet. In case the spirit stone is not enough, Mr. Dragon's tail will rot again.

Muwan sighed and felt that he really couldn't get sick, and it was difficult to support his family.

She hit a bucket of hot water and returned to the room. The smell in the room had dissipated, but it was still a bit unpleasant.

Mu Wanwan walked to the bed and whispered, "Mr. Long, I'm sorry, I stained you. I'll wipe it for you first. It may be a little cold."

The last time I cleaned Mr. Long, it was still noon the day before she set out for the bazaar. It is estimated that it has been a few days. But because he never went out, he was okay.