I Married A Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating

Fifty-four Dragons (2)

The white and crystalline petals spread outwards, and the gloominess in her heart also eased along with the slowly blooming flowers.

Mu Wanwan looked at Mengmeng’s wretched appearance as it escaped her and suddenly laughed out loud like a fool.
She suddenly felt somewhat relieved of her melancholy——

Forget it, what’s the use of thinking so much?

The dragon had regained consciousness—so be it, then.
It wasn’t like she could turn him into a comatose dragon again, right? All he did was wake up a little earlier than expected.

Besides, so what if she did indeed have feelings for Mister Long? She had kept looking at Mister Long through the lens of thinking that he would fall in love with Bai Shuiyao as written in the book…

Thinking of Mister Long’s cautious manner last night, Mu Wanwan’s lips curled up—she wondered if the dragon would cry if he knew?

Mu Wanwan blushed.
She didn’t want to expose Mister Long.
She was more willing to believe that the kind little Mister Long would still be the same when he grew up.
He probably wasn’t keeping it from her on purpose.
Moreover, if she exposed him, wouldn’t it be really awkward for them to face each other? After all, they couldn’t avoid each other in this little place, and even slept in the same bed.

Who knew if this dragon would be completely different from now when he “woke up”? If he was very bad-tempered and wouldn’t speak to her…

J-Just the thought of it made her feel suffocated…

However, it was one thing to not expose him—whether she would pretend to be asleep or not was another matter altogether.

As a former top powerhouse of this continent, even if he had been injured, he regained consciousness.
This meant that he likely was in a better state than when she first saw him.
The Mister Long who had recovered some strength would surely be able to realise if she was pretending to be asleep.

Mu Wanwan gave a soft laugh.
She suddenly felt that she was a little bad——

By doing so, she was handing over the definition of their relationship to Mister Long.

What would Mister Long do if he found out that she was pretending to be asleep?

Mu Wanwan, who had suddenly thought things through and perfectly dumped all the pressure on Mister Long, finally felt better.
She released the messed up Mengmeng and began cultivating spiritual plants with great gusto.

According to her plan, she had to cultivate enough materials to refine two batches of Spirit Returning Pills today.

After straightening out her thinking, Mu Wanwan’s efficiency ramped up, and her grasp of her spiritual energy became even more precise.
She picked up two Chimebell grass seeds and immediately judged that they were not worth cultivating after feeling them for just a little while.

Mu Wanwan didn’t even notice that she was completely immersed in a mysterious state.
She felt that her judgement of the subtle vitality and value of the seeds had reached an extremely precise level, and that even without consuming a single ounce of spiritual energy, the spiritual energy in the atmosphere would surge into her body eagerly to help her fill the void.

She kept working without interruption, and between the glowing green light of her fingertips, spiritual plant seedlings were cultivated one after another.

Mengmeng looked on with enthusiasm at first, but soon grew tired.
It didn’t disturb Mu Wanwan and just hopped to its nest at the side of the bed and lay down to sleep.

However, when the feathery chirp woke up, Mu Wanwan was still in nearly the exact same position despite the room having almost given way to darkness.
Mengmeng felt a little aggrieved.

Mengmeng was a little hungry.

Just when Mengmeng was about to send out a “chirp” attack, a pale hand reached out and squeezed its little beak tightly.

Mister Long was half-seated on the bed, with long ink-black hair draped over his shoulders, and the black and red curse lines on his face pulsating.
His eyelids were half-closed, and his raven-black lashes were very long.
He held the chirp with one hand, brought it before him, then raised his other index finger and pressed it lightly on his lips, as if to say,

Shh—

Don’t make a sound.

Mengmeng nodded in confusion, but it still hurt a little.
It was really unlucky today, to have been rubbed into a mess by the human and now being scared by the dragon.

Mister Long was not at all worried that Mu Wanwan would discover that he was awake.
He used his spiritual consciousness and spiritual energy to drag the few mid-grade spirit stones that she had specially placed beside his pillow previously, and slowly sent them over to her.

His wife was experiencing flow.
However, that little bit of atmospheric spiritual energy alone was not enough.
At a time like this, absorbing more spiritual stones would allow one to sustain the flow for a longer period of time.

Mister Long was quite experienced in this regard.
His dark eyes gazed in her direction, and the corners of his lips were slightly raised, yet he was also feeling a little lost.

His wife was indeed gifted.
This time, she was probably going to advance to a Rank 3 wood-element cultivator.

It has been less than two months since he first saw her.

Even if there was the effect of that drop of his heart’s blood in this, it was still quite impressive.

She was so, so good.

He couldn’t hold her back any more than this.

The meridians in his body were becoming better little by little, but Mister Long did not feel happy about it.

When the fifth piece of his original core was connected, he had to become a scum dragon.

Lips pursed, Mister Long felt fragile and vulnerable.
For how long more could he possess this happiness? A few days? A dozen days?

Before his wife discovered that he had regained consciousness, before his wife could be implicated and suffer any repercussions——

Let him be allowed to indulge and go a little further.

There was some suspicious heat on his cheeks.

They have held hands, and have also hugged.
Next time, he really, really wanted to kiss her.

Would that be going too far?

The author has something to say:

Mister Long, “Let me indulge myself.
I want to kiss my wife tonight.”

Mu Wanwan, who already knows everything, “Hah.”

* Author’s note:

I have a hunch that this chapter may cause many little angels to be very dissatisfied, but I’d still like to explain.

I see that many little darlings really want Mu Wanwan to expose Mister Long, and let them have an awkward confrontational scene.
That would indeed make us, who are looking at this from a God’s eye view, feel very satisfied, but this kind of satisfaction would only be momentary because the relationship between the two has not yet developed to that stage.
Mister Long is still feeling dirty and inferior, and if he gets caught by his wife who ‘he thinks’ only has pity for him, according to his fragile temperament, it is very likely that he would simply run away after being exposed rather than being ultra shy and embarrassed.

As for Wanwan, Mister Long is in fact still a stranger to her.
Although she is very sympathetic to Mister Long and has some good feelings towards him because of little Mister Long and the other things that have happened, she is also still afraid of him.
She cannot guarantee what kind of dragon Mister Long will turn out to be.

Having said so much, I still hope that the little angels can be more patient with Wanwan and Mister Long who are having difficult times of their own.
Moreover, don’t you think this is actually very sweet? As the story develops slowly, there will surely be the sweetness of a mutual crush, and also more blatantly sweet moments! (Cough, this is the author’s stubborn and tenacious desire to survive speaking)