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

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Mr. Long met her gaze, his eyes dimmed, and he looked away a little embarrassed--

Her eyes made him unable to resist at all.

Silence fell into the room again, and Mu Wanwan only looked at a dragon with his lips pursed, his long eyelashes jittered, he couldn't guess his mind at all, and he watched the blood traces on his legs become more and more unbearable.

She withdrew her hand, took out the wheelchair she had previously collected, pressed the button, and turned into a seatable state, and then explained softly, "Sir, this is a gadget I didn't intend to get before. It's quite interesting, Sister, do you want to try it."

Mr. Long paled his cheeks, and in the eyes she looked forward to, the thoughts of "to be estranged" collapsed in an instant. The joy in his heart was rushing, and the light in his eyes lit up--

How could it be seen unintentionally, someone she saved like that must have been bought for him.

Mr. Long's palm was tense sweat, but his mouth could not even say a word of thanks, but nodded gently in Mu Wanwan's slightly expecting eyes.

Mu Wan bended with a sigh of relief. She reached out to hold a dragon's arm. In order to support his weight, although very careful, she still inevitably touched his waist.

When her hand touched his warm and sensitive waist, one person and one dragon stiffened at the same time.

Mu Wanwan could feel that Mr. Long's hot body temperature passed along the cloth to his palm, while a certain dragon felt that she was soft. Soft fingers lit a bunch of flames and cursed calves on his body. The pain at the place was in sharp contrast, so clear and deep that he couldn't ignore it at all.

When moving, Mu Wanwan tried to turn her attention to the wheelchair as much as possible, only to feel that the temperature under her hands was getting higher and higher. When she finally got Mr. Long to sit in the wheelchair, the clothes he had just worn were a little Spread out.

Mu Wanwan stood, and could see his slightly open shirt. From her angle, she could walk down the collarbone all the way. Seeing that he slightly bent the strong abdominal muscles, she quickly turned around and her voice was a little bit Shivering, "Jun, Jun, let me dress you."

Mr. Long's cheeks were so hot, he pulled on the shirt he had just pulled away and said gently, "Okay."

Hearing what he said, Mu Wanwan seemed to have received an amnesty order. He quickly picked up the clothes scattered on the ground and took the Jinyi that he bought before, "Jun, Jun, you..."

She stuttered, and the dragon was too shy to talk, but he knew what she meant, so he raised his arms indifferently.

Mu Wanwan saw that he was so cooperative, and there was a little relief. The two men ink for about an quarter of an hour before putting on their clothes. Mu Wan crouched halfway and covered Bai Qiu on his lap.

Looking at his bleeding leg, he couldn't help it, "Sir, I'll show you the injury..."

Mr. Long had just been touched by her in many places, and now she was feeling uncomfortable. Hearing her voice, her heart was trembling, and the little pain on her feet was nothing.

And as long as he does not move, the calf will not continue to bleed, but it will make her worry if she sees her. Moreover, his wound was ugly, and when he saw it later, his wife was afraid that she would not be able to drink the soup.

So a dragon pursed his lips, "No problem."

Mu Wanwan has a slight pantothenic acid in his heart--