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

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As in yesterday's daily life, Mr. Xiaolong took off his cloak quietly, combed his long hair, and dragged his tail to gently touch his two baby's spirit eggs, and ate them carefully and restraintly. A half and a half of the buns I got back yesterday.

For the first time, Mu Wanwan saw the awake Mr. Long eating.

It's very different from when he was lying down, holding small buns in both hands, chewing in a small bite, and eating elegantly. In this house, it seems a bit offending.

Mr. Xiaolong had eaten only half of his buns, and Mu Wanwan stood behind him, looking at Mr. Xiaolong, who had not yet raised his chest. His head dropped slightly, and there were drops of water on his long lashes that had not shaken off.

She suddenly had a pain.

She woke up to this dream quickly, and she didn't want to see Mr. Long again.

Satisfied after eating the pitiful little buns, Mr. Xiaolong finished the day's eating, did not rest like yesterday, but walked to the table and took out a few planks from the drawer.

Mu Wanwan didn't notice it before, there are still drawers on this table.

He squatted halfway down, his palms turned into sharp claws, and started... rubbing the board?

Mr. Long took a slightly damp wooden board, first broke off those obviously wet areas, and then used his claws to grind the remaining good places into a shape that could be stuck together.

Mu Wanwan looked at it for a long time before discovering what he was doing. Five pieces of wood were inlaid together, like a small bed.

From the time he returned to the night, he had been tossing these planks. It was dark, and Mu Wanwan was almost out of sight. She had to sit on the bed and wait for her to fall asleep before Mr. Long stopped.

Perhaps it is because he is very satisfied with his work. Mr. Xiaolong's eyes are all lit up, shining with golden light, and Mu Wan bends his lips unconsciously with a hint of smile--

Even if Mr. Long is going to be a cold king in the future, he is now just a little dragon cub, and it must be normal to be naive?

But she didn't feel relieved long before listening to his childish, hoarse voice, "Dabao's bed is done."

Mu Wanwan: "..."

Mu Wanwan: "???

So it's not a toy, it's Dabao's bed? ?

She was a little speechless, and then heard Mr. Xiaolong very sorry to say, "No material, Xiaobao's father will do it again tomorrow."

Mu Wanwan: "..."

Mr. Long solemnly promised that he would not speak without counting, and then dragged the unfinished dragon tail again, lying straight on the board.

Mu Wanwan could see his expression--

It was very calm, with occasional fireworks crossed in his dark eyes, his brows spread open, and he didn't know what he had thought of, and occasionally a slight smile would appear on his lips.

Obviously he still has a lot of wounds on her body, and she can feel the paleness of his pain.

"Good night, Dabao, Xiaobao."

Mr. Long said lowly, and slowly closed his eyes. He was very tired. He fell asleep after a while. His breathing was a little heavy, and his tail swept twice on the bed, meandering. A trace of blood.

Mu Wanwan looked at Mr. Xiaolong's childlike cheeks, feeling very sad-

Mr. Xiaolong, is it because she is too lonely? Is it because she has no one to talk about?