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

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Mu Wanwan raised his head to look at Mr. Long's cheek, trying to find a trace of green and black under his dark ink eyes.

Then she looked at it with her eyes open for a long time, and turned the face of the dragon red →_→ didn't see any dark circles under his eyes.

On the contrary, it is white and tender. The skin is very good.

"lady......."

Her eyes were a little bit long, her eyebrows were slightly bent, her eyes were clear and focused, and she seemed to really like him.

Long after thinking about it, Long was a little bit shy, and looked up at her with her phoenix eyes, "Do you want to kiss?"

Mu Wanwan: "..."

Where did she want to kiss, but only a little bit of pain to him, and found that the beauty of a dragon's prosperity is not a little amazed because of long breaks without any damage.

Thinking so, the body's honest bender walked slowly in front of Mr. Long and gently took his hand, "Come."

Mr. Long shook his ears and bent down.

This time there was no elixirs as an excuse, but I don't know if I had previous experience. Mr. Long is more active than before. A deep kiss is not a good thing, but it is not the kind of kindergarten-level kiss before.

The little kiss. The kiss burned with ambiguity. After the end, the dragon was a little trembling. Under the eyebrow arch was the shadow cast by the shimmer. He stretched out his big palm and pulled her clothes by the corner, "sleep."

Mu Wanwan knew that he didn't mean anything else, but he still wanted to think a lot, a heartbeat was very irregular, and even a little afraid to see Mr. Long's handsome face with a sporadic cursing pattern.

She slowed down and shook her head firmly. "This time I'm vigil."

"You have a little rest." Fearing that a dragon wanted more, Mu Wanwan added a sentence, "Although I am not strong, but I only stayed a little for a night..."

Before the words "still okay" were finished, a slight weight fell on his head. Mr. Long pressed his hand on her head and rubbed it carefully.

"I'm coming." His words were rarely full of domineering meaning, and he only added a sentence, "Good."

Mu Wanwan's ears were really red at this time, but he still wanted him to take a rest. "Then I will stay for an hour, and you will be left, otherwise I will be with you and have been practicing alchemy."

Mr. Long paused a bit, his voice was rather helpless, and with a hint of spoiled caper, "Okay."

His wife is very good and sometimes a little stubborn.

He also knows that Mu Wanwan just wanted him to take a break, although the dragon after he had taken the Elixir had already recovered. But in the past days of escape, he has always been walking alone, his tiredness, his burnout, no one will know.

No one will care.

Now Mrs. cares about him, and of course Long must spoil.

But it is impossible to really sleep, only to pretend to rest to appease her like this.

He took off his coat in Muwanwan's line of sight, lying on the shell bed honestly, covering the quilt, closing his eyes, like a quiet sleeping beauty dragon.

With a smile on his lips, Mu Wan bends to the side, covers the night pearl, and holds a smaller night pearl covered by the cover, and moves a small bench to prepare to visit the cave entrance.