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

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Feeling the subconscious movement of the tip of the tongue and fingertips, Mr. Long stiffened the whole dragon.

Before producing a series of symptoms such as blushing, spontaneous combustion, and shyness that is about to explode, he will soon fall into the ice cave with his whole heart--

Is it...

She woke up?

At this moment, Mr. Long had no idea how he should react.

If she found out that she not only woke up, but also secretly doing this to her in the middle of the night, would she feel disgusted? He may even feel that he is a pervert, a dragon that hates nausea.

Mr. Long's head was blank, but he was instinctively afraid to move.

He maintained her hands holding her in the dark night, with the ridiculous movement of her fingertips, his muscles tense, and his heartbeat was about to stop. The saliva, which was too late to swallow, also had some ambiguous traces along the lips, meandering and winding.

Mu Wanwan just didn't feel right. She touched the soft, warm and moist things, moved her fingers, and also encountered some hard things. The feeling of being mixed together was very subtle.

But soon, the cold air outside the quilt climbed to the back of her arms and hands.

Ok......

a little cold.

Mu Wanwan wanted to withdraw his hand, but Mr. Long didn't dare to move, and only felt her fingertips run along his sensitive tongue. She swept the sharp canine teeth all the way and pulled it out.

There was a "boom" sound.

The sound was a bit loud, and Mr. Long felt that he was about to suffocate, and he couldn't care about what was in the Qiankun bag. He hadn't taken it out, and he didn't care if it would show any flaws. He almost fell to his side almost immediately. Disturbing pretend plant dragon →_→

If his wife was licked and awakened by him and found that she was doing something bad to her, then he would really have no place to go.

Mu Wanwan also felt a bit wrong. After she pulled her hand back, she felt that her fingers were sticky. Something on the bed seemed to move. In addition, she was not particularly tired today. She slept less deeply, so she slowed down. Slowly opened his eyes.

The room was quiet, as if nothing had happened, and there was peace outside.

Neither Mao Chiu nor the chicken cubs were awake, and Mr. Long's breathing was also flat...eh?

Mr. Long's breath seems to be very fast.

Mu Wan bends the quilt half open and lifts the quilt, raising her still cold hands, two fingers merged together, very slippery, she couldn't see clearly in the dark night.

Her first reaction was that she was drooling while sleeping, but when she touched the pillow, it was very dry.

Isn't she drooling, is it Mr. Long's blood?

Mu Wan woke up at once.

She still has a fresh memory of Mr. Long's previous misfortune. It is not good whether he vomited blood or his tail was purged again.

Mu Wan stumbled up and went to light up, not knowing that when he got up, Mr. Long lying next to him was quietly watching her with his consciousness.

God knew that when his consciousness saw his wife suspecting and pointing her finger, the trembling and fear rose in the blood.

There are also bad ideas-

She, if she licked it up...

No longer, Long is about to be knocked down by imagination.