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

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Mu Wanwan looked at Mr. Long's gaze, a little afraid that he would continue to take out some amazing clothes, trying to change the topic, "Sir, why are there so many spirit stones on the ground?"

Mr. Long pursed his lips, "Shining Jingjing."

Mu Wanwan: "..."

She seemed to understand something. It turned out that the dragon really liked the sparkling things.

After a simple embarrassment, the room fell into silence again, leaving only Mengmeng's occasional sound of sliding down the pile of spirit stones and its occasional chirping.

Mu Wanwan looked at the two suffocating clothes on the bed, but he couldn't make it through his heart.

Although she can barely say that she likes it for love, what if Mr. Long really thinks she likes it? She can't accept this terrible straight dragon aesthetic...

Mu Wanwan thought about how to express her inner feelings in a gentle manner. She didn't speak, and Mr. Long didn't know what to say.

He looked at his wife's slightly red lips and itchy in her heart.

But he thought of the slightly surprised look she had just seen when she walked in, her lips squeezed hard--

The lady must have seen her bald ears.

The dragon knows that his wife only likes furry things. When he didn't show his ears before, his wife never lifted him (?). Since she had plush ears, his attitude towards him changed.

But now, he is bald.

If she loses her furry dragon, won't she be as attractive as her?

Mr. Long's eyes were dull, and he opened his mouth to ask if she disliked her ears. She wanted to ask her who gave her the hairpin. But when she opened her mouth, she turned into a disgusting and dry word, "You..."

"Sleep a little longer."

Mu Wanwan, still immersed in the death of Barbie powder, blinked, suspecting he had heard it wrong.

She looked up sharply, and faced Mr. Shanglong's cold eyes like a iceberg with a paralyzed face, and subconsciously glanced at his ear.

Then came suddenly-Mr. Long put his ears away, but she couldn't guess the dragon's mood activity just by looking at her face.

Perhaps Mu Wanwan's eyes were too direct to the soul. Mr. Long had been concerned about the things in his ears. Now, in one of her eyes, he was about to shatter a glass heart into pieces.

Mr. Long turned his wheelchair and lowered his eyes at the spirit stone. It seemed that he was ready to practice.

Mu Wan bends the expensive clothes on the bed. The sore spine and the tiredness of her soul have not disappeared. She is very uncomfortable now, but the dragon looks like she is only going to say "sleep for a while".

Although it was known that he dealt with her injury, it was not easy for his character to say such things.

However, he had just kissed her...

The gentle lingering attachment on the lips is still there, and the touch of Mr. Long's slightly hot fingertips on her cheeks does not seem to be fake.

She thought he would not be so awkward when he came back, and would make everything clear.

But she didn't ask, was Dragon really not ready to explain? She still remembers that she had waited for so many days, and every time she heard something outside she would look like a startled bird.