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

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Mu Wanwan waited for a long time, and Mr. Long "huh" for a while, there was nothing else.

She was a little disappointed, and Mr. Long lowered her eyes and added a sentence, "Cold."

Muwanwan rejoiced again, pondering the tone of discussion, "Then will I get you some clothes?"

Softly, Long felt that his ears were almost crisp, and he could not say anything. Only the heart flowed through the heat, and he was clamoring for it.

I really like her.

Without receiving any response, Mu Wanwan was almost waiting for the Buddha, before a word appeared from a dragon.

"it is good."

Helpless, she reached the edge of the closet and picked up a nice plain white thick brocade clothes she had seen in the store before, as well as the white fur prepared aside.

These were valuable, and together she spent nine inferior spirit stones, and she was not willing to buy it for herself.

Yes, there are lascivious pants folded...

Mu Wanwan's cheeks turned red. In fact, she asked him whether he was cold or not.

Mu Wan bends his back to a dragon, carefully sandwiching the obscene pants between the two pieces of clothing, so that it will not be obvious... right...?

"Jun, Jun." Mu Wanwan bowed her head slightly, embarrassed, "I, I put my clothes here."

She felt the atmosphere was strange, she put her clothes on the bed, and took two steps back quickly as if burning her eyebrows.

She was embarrassed, but some dragon broke again.

Is it because he is so ugly?

So she doesn't even want to talk to herself.

"Well." Unlike the feeling of sunshine in my heart, Mr. Long felt that there was a light rain under his heart, but when the cold eyes fell on the clothes at the foot of the bed, the feeling of coldness and unconfidence seemed to disappear strangely. Too.

She never wore such a good dress like this.

From marrying him to now, he has been suffering hard, and has not received any reward. He has long eyelashes, trembling, and wants to hold her in his arms, kiss. kiss the tip of her ear, and say ten thousand to her Thanks a lot.

But putting it back to reality is that she can't wait to leave him.

"Mr. Dragon..." Mu Wanwan conditioned reflexively called Mr. Long, and he quickly explained incoherently, "Ah, no..."

Mr. Long raised his head slightly, and Mu Wanwan saw him with his beautiful eyes open, his eyes shining with doubt, like little stars.

His face became hotter and hotter, and Mu Wanwan felt that he was about to spontaneously ignite, "Sir, I, I will not peek, I will prepare dinner."

After she finished speaking, she thought it was so weird. She pulled an embarrassed smile on her lips, and Mu Wan bent stiffly.

There was a chuckle in her ears, fleeting and unbelievable. She wondered if she had heard it wrongly and secretly looked at Mr. Yanlong. The dragon was still expressionless, as if he had not just laughed.

Mu Wanwan: "..."

She felt that she had a nervous problem now and needed to calm down. Before leaving, she still grabbed the hairy chirp on the table that had been regretting her lack of hair.

So the heart of a dragon that turned to rain was overcast again.

The door of the room was intimately closed by his wife, and Mr. Long's face flushed little by little, as if the cold dragon just now was not him.