Mr. Dragon did not have to wait very long before he felt her body, still carrying a little chill, slowly move closer. His heart began beating wildly, completely out of his control.
Because he was much more sensitive than ordinary people, Mr. Dragon could clearly feel her lifting one corner of the quilt and slowly burrowing inside, bit by bit. First came her arm, then her legs…
Because she had not originally planned to sleep together with Mr. Dragon, he had been lying in the centre of the quilt. Mu Wanwan lightly tugged at the edge of the blanket, but without touching Mr. Dragon, she could only barely cover half of her body.
As a result, the half of her body closer to Mr. Dragon could clearly feel the warm heat coming from his side, while the half not covered by the quilt was terribly cold, forming a sharp contrast.
Mu Wanwan felt a little embarrassed. But she had been far too tired during the day, and she had not slept well during the first half of the night either. Now her whole body was exhausted. Thinking that Mr. Dragon had no consciousness anyway, lightly touching his arm should not matter too much. She just had to be careful not to touch the wound on Mr. Dragon’s tail.
After a fierce struggle in her mind, Mu Wanwan still decided to bow down to the forces of the falling temperature. *(:з」∠)*
She thought about it, then first moved herself out from under the quilt again—
She was still wearing very thick clothes. It would be uncomfortable to cover herself with the quilt like this, so she should take off a few outer layers first.
But her sudden departure made Mr. Dragon feel a little uncomfortable. In fact, when she had been slowly burrowing in earlier, he had already mentally prepared himself. Who would have thought that she would suddenly leave?
A faint, indescribable sourness rose in Mr. Dragon’s heart. He even felt a little wronged.
So she had not planned to do anything?
Rustling sounds came from beside him. Mr. Dragon had not yet recovered from the disappointment of Mu Wanwan leaving when he felt the quilt move again. This time, Mu Wanwan’s movements were much larger than before, and her entire body burrowed in.
Because Mr. Dragon had taken up most of the quilt earlier, Mu Wanwan inevitably brushed against his arm while moving. But she quickly adjusted her position, carefully maintaining a bit of distance from him as she curled herself up and cautiously tucked in her legs.
Although she had no pillow, it was much better than sleeping outside the quilt. After thinking about it, Mu Wanwan still said softly, “Mr. Dragon, it’s raining. I don’t have a quilt to cover myself with, and I’m so cold. I’ll make do with you for a few nights. You probably won’t have any objections, right?”
She could not help laughing softly twice, then seemed to think of something and whispered, “You’re unconscious anyway. Even if I take advantage of you, you wouldn’t know… I’m so sleepy…”
It was the first time she had been so close to him. Her voice seemed much clearer than usual. It was clearly only a voice, yet it seemed to turn into waves of sound, circle after circle, passing through the few dozen centimetres of air between them and striking Mr. Dragon’s heart all at once.
He felt his face grow a little hot. Apart from the shattered pain in his meridians, there seemed to be something else too.
Mr. Dragon could not quite explain it. He could only feel Mu Wanwan’s satisfied little sigh and her gradually calming breathing. His heart trembled faintly, but slowly, he calmed down as well.
So she only wanted to sleep with him because she was cold. There was no other meaning.
Mr. Dragon felt a little disappointed, and his heart also felt somewhat uncomfortable—
He was so ugly now. His tail had still not healed, and he had even vomited blood that afternoon. It was only normal that Madam disliked him and did not want to do anything with him. Moreover, Madam did not know he was awake, so she probably would not do anything else anyway.
Mr. Dragon gradually calmed down, silently feeling the breathing of the person beside him. He only felt that the temperature coming from her body was shockingly warm, making him a little dizzy.
And—
She was very close to him now, so close that if he reached out, he could touch her.
Mr. Dragon’s heart stirred. Clumsily, he directed the ring finger and little finger that had only recently become able to move, inching forward little by little.
Because most of his meridians had not yet reconnected properly, after moving only a few centimetres, Mr. Dragon was in so much pain that he could no longer move.
Cold sweat broke out across his forehead from the pain, but the fingertips that were his only movable parts still could not help wanting to touch her. Just a tiny bit would be enough. Just touching her a little would be enough.
Mr. Dragon’s fingertips slid along the bedsheet little by little, but the ten-plus centimetres between him and Mu Wanwan felt so very far away. Just as he was about to give up, the sleeping Mu Wanwan moved slightly, making him instantly stop his already tiny movement.
But very soon, Mr. Dragon discovered that because she had just moved, the fingertips of her left hand were now resting just a little in front of the fingertips of his right hand.
His useless heart began beating faster. In the darkness, Mr. Dragon was red from his ears all the way to his cheeks. This time, he only had to work hard to move forward a tiny bit before he touched the tip of her little finger.
It was soft, a little warm. Her nails were very short, and her fingertip was rounded. Her warm body temperature slowly passed from the pad of her finger to his, between one person and one dragon…
Mr. Dragon was about to be cooked through. Mr. Dragon felt that he really was terribly wicked.
But he did not move his hand away. He only let the tips of his and Mu Wanwan’s little fingers touch. His heart swelled, and the corners of his lips curved slightly.
…
However, when Mu Wanwan woke up the next morning and discovered that she was actually holding Mr. Dragon’s hand, she was still extremely embarrassed.
Her sleeping posture was actually quite good. Because she was worried about touching Mr. Dragon’s tail, she had remained curled up the whole time. It was just her hand—somehow, it had crossed the boundary.
Mu Wanwan had no idea that a certain dragon, now unconscious but awake last night, was actually feeling secretly delighted inside. She only quickly let go of Mr. Dragon’s hand and hurriedly got out of bed.
It was still raining outside, but daylight had already brightened the sky. Mu Wanwan got up, boiled water, and dealt with the housework. She checked the Burning Grass seedlings she had cultivated yesterday. The first little Burning Grass she had cultivated seemed to have grown only a little overnight, while the other dozen-plus seedlings had clearly grown somewhat larger.
Mu Wanwan used one-tenth of her spiritual energy to simply guide and tidy these twenty Burning Grass stalks. After checking them, she noticed that the two low-grade spirit stones by Mr. Dragon’s pillow had not been touched, and she let out a breath of relief.
She filled a basin with hot water, then cut a small slice from the ginseng root. She prepared to brush Mr. Dragon’s teeth and wash his face, apply some medicine to his tail, and replace the ginseng slice in his mouth.
“Mr. Dragon, it’s time to change your medicine.” Because she did not like the overly quiet feeling of always being alone, Mu Wanwan still chose to treat Mr. Dragon as someone she could chat with.
His tail was much better than yesterday. His self-healing ability was very strong. Mu Wanwan applied some more ointment for him, washed her hands clean, and slowly moved closer to Mr. Dragon’s mouth.
Mu Wanwan watched as her fingers moved closer and closer to his beautifully shaped bluish-purple lips. A strange sense of guilt suddenly rose in her heart. What was with this illusion that she was about to bully an obedient baby dragon?
But no matter what, the ginseng slice still had to be changed.
Besides, she had changed it yesterday too. Why was she suddenly acting shy now?
Mu Wanwan took a deep breath, gently pinched Mr. Dragon’s chin with one hand, and slowly reached her fingers inside.
His teeth were a little sharp, and his tongue was very soft…
Mu Wanwan’s face reddened slightly. She quickly pulled out the ginseng slice whose spiritual energy had almost been completely absorbed, then picked up the oral-cleaning items she had prepared and quickly helped Mr. Dragon clean his teeth. After that, she stuffed a new slice of ginseng into his mouth.
By the time she finished everything, the warm feeling unique to the tip of Mr. Dragon’s tongue still had not faded from her fingertips. Mu Wanwan felt a little dizzy and wanted to stay farther away from this vegetable dragon, so she changed her clothes, held the umbrella, and went to the courtyard to dig soil again.
That morning, aside from handling miscellaneous chores, she cultivated five Burning Grass seeds and dug enough soil. After lunch, she began focusing seriously on cultivating Blue Star Grass seeds.
Blue Star Grass seeds were slightly larger than Burning Grass seeds, and also a little harder.
Because she was worried that two Blue Star Grass seedlings planted together would repel each other, Mu Wanwan deliberately divided them into many small basins. Each small basin was filled with soil and a little of the spirit soil Uncle Zong had given her.
She picked up one Blue Star Grass seed and, based on her experience cultivating Burning Grass over the past two days, began slowly guiding spiritual energy from her dantian into the seed.
With yesterday’s failed cultivation experience in mind, she did not hold back this time and continuously sent spiritual energy into it. But she did not know whether it was because her method was wrong. This time, when she had sent in about one-third of her spiritual energy, the seed in her palm suddenly exploded.
The tiny shattered pieces hit her all over the face, as if mocking her arrogance.
Mu Wanwan: “…”
Her heart ached as she collected the corpse of the seed. One failure meant the loss of five copper coins!
She took another seed. This time, she was much more careful than before. She did not send in a large amount of spiritual energy all at once like earlier. Instead, she only sent in about one-fifth of her spiritual energy before stopping.
But that seed still showed no change. It was completely different from when she had cultivated Burning Grass. Mu Wanwan sighed and buried the second Blue Star Grass seed into the soil mixed with spirit soil. As a result, just after she buried it, before she had even sent in any more spiritual energy, the seed swiftly broke open. Two tender green shoots shakily pushed through the soil.
Mu Wanwan was extremely pleasantly surprised. Looking at those tender little shoots, her heart warmed, and she could not resist reaching out to touch them. How was this a Blue Star Grass sprout? This was clearly one quarter of a low-grade spirit stone!
She *jio*—felt—that she seemed to have found the correct method for cultivating Blue Star Grass. So when it came to the third seed, she directly planted it into the spirit soil first, then guided the wood-type spiritual energy inside her body to slowly comb through and cultivate it.
This time, everything went very smoothly. Using only one-sixth of her spiritual energy, she saw the trembling sprout of a Blue Star Grass seed.
Mu Wanwan’s eyes shone brightly. Although she did not have much spiritual energy left in her body, she still worked hard to scrape together a little more and cultivated another seed. This time, it also succeeded.
Mu Wanwan felt that either Uncle Zong had selected very good seeds for her, which was why her cultivation success rate was frighteningly high, or perhaps her spiritual energy was especially liked by plants. But the original body had also casually cultivated plants before, and the success rate had definitely not been this high.
Mu Wanwan looked at the three little sprouts lined up by the window and the large basin of Burning Grass, and sincerely smiled. Whatever the reason, if she could maintain this cultivation speed and success rate, then by the next time she went out, she would be able to earn around twenty low-grade spirit stones.
Perhaps, if Uncle Zong was easy to talk to, she could try exchanging them for a mid-grade spirit stone. It should be very helpful for Mr. Dragon’s body, and maybe it could even help him wake up sooner.
The tender shoots on the windowsill swayed slightly. Mu Wanwan felt a new sense of expectation for the future life of herself and Mr. Dragon.
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