Mu Wanwan had originally wanted to touch them, but when she stretched out her hand and saw that her fingers were covered in sticky grime, forming a sharp contrast with Mr. Dragon’s fluffy white ears, she really did not have the nerve to touch them.
Enduring the urge to rub the dragon, Mu Wanwan felt terribly itchy inside, but still withdrew her hand resentfully.
Once she calmed down, the smell in the room became unbearable.
Mu Wanwan climbed up, only feeling that as she moved, the dirty crusted layer on her body wrinkled together. She could not stand it and quickly got off the bed.
Standing on the floor, she first moved her own quilt, which had not been dirtied, to the side. Then she lifted Mr. Dragon’s quilt—
The moment she lifted it, an indescribable smell spread out. Even though she herself was already very dirty, Mu Wanwan was still almost suffocated by the smell.
Only after coughing a few times and recovering did she see clearly that the quilt and mattress were scattered with dirty stains, and even Mr. Dragon had gotten some on him.
Mu Wanwan felt rather embarrassed. She quickly carried the dirty quilt down, opened the window to air the room, and hurriedly ran off with clean clothes to boil water and bathe.
Once the water had boiled, Mu Wanwan had just gotten into the bath and rubbed her arm when the originally clear bucket of water instantly turned half black. Dirt like dead skin kept being scrubbed off her skin.
By the time she finished washing herself once, the entire bucket of water had turned black. Mu Wanwan looked at that bucket of water and fell silent for a moment—
She had not known that even though she usually bathed and washed her hair often, there were actually this many impurities inside her body.
Touching her cheek, which seemed to have become a little smoother—though perhaps it was just psychological—Mu Wanwan fetched another bucket of clean water and scrubbed herself thoroughly from inside to out.
Mu Wanwan tried washing the underclothes she had been wearing inside, but after scrubbing for a long time, she could not even get one sleeve clean. So she gave up. Fortunately, she had bought some extra clothes from the market before. Otherwise, she might not have had anything to wear.
After bathing, Mu Wanwan conveniently cooked some spirit rice porridge. Perhaps because Mr. Dragon’s blood was extremely useful, she had felt very hungry ever since earlier. After thinking about it, she decided to be extravagant and eat some spirit rice herself too.
Right, there were also the eggs and meat she had bought earlier. She did not know whether they had gone bad.
Mu Wanwan glanced at the sky outside. The weather today was not bad, but the sunlight was still weak. She estimated that it was around one in the afternoon now. She planned to first change the quilt and mattress, then give Mr. Dragon a simple wipe-down.
Then the porridge should be ready. She would stir-fry a dish, feed Mr. Dragon some fruit, wash clothes and quilts, and cultivate fruit to earn money. After all, she did not know how long she had been sick this time, and she had not yet checked whether the spirit stones at home had been completely absorbed. If there were not enough spirit stones and Mr. Dragon’s tail rotted again, that would be troublesome…
Mu Wanwan sighed and deeply felt that she really could not afford to get sick. Supporting a household was hard.
She carried a bucket of hot water back to the room. The smell in the room had faded somewhat, but it was still a little unpleasant.
Mu Wanwan walked to the bedside and said softly, “Mr. Dragon, I’m sorry. I got you dirty. I’ll wipe you down first. It might be a little cold.”
The last time she had cleaned Mr. Dragon had been at noon the day before she left for the market. By now, several days had probably passed. However, because he had not gone outside this whole time, his body was still mostly alright.
Mu Wanwan soaked the handkerchief, wrung it dry, and began wiping him down, starting from his arm.
At first, she could focus solely on cleaning the parts of Mr. Dragon that had accidentally been dirtied by her. But gradually, especially when she was nearing his tightly arranged abdominal muscles, Mu Wanwan began to feel her cheeks faintly heat.
His body temperature was not low. In his half-dragon form, his upper body was still human-shaped. Mu Wanwan sped up her movements. By the time she finished wiping Mr. Dragon clean, she even felt a sense of liberation.
Mr. Dragon’s tail was still in decent condition. Only a few scales were somewhat dirty. After wiping them clean and applying some more medicine, Mu Wanwan quickly took out the underclothes she had bought for Mr. Dragon at the market and put them on his upper body. As for the tail below, it could only remain bare.
The underclothes she had bought were moon-white. They had not been cheap, and the material was fairly good. After she put them on Mr. Dragon, they made his skin look even paler and his face even more strangely beautiful.
Mu Wanwan touched her face, looked at the somewhat dirty mattress beneath Mr. Dragon, and said, “I’m going to change the mattress now.”
Then she began moving the dragon with practised ease—
Usually, when moving Mr. Dragon, it was more convenient to move his upper body first. She would kneel on the bed, hold his waist, then lift him with force and place him onto the new mattress beside him. Then she would wrap her hand with a handkerchief, because Mr. Dragon’s scales were still a little sharp, and carefully grip the uninjured parts of him to move him.
The whole process took roughly a minute or so and was rather taxing on the waist. (:з」∠)
But today, perhaps because her cultivation had reached the second rank, Mu Wanwan felt it was much easier than usual, as though her strength had increased.
She moved Mr. Dragon into place, took the new mattress out from the Spatial pouch and changed it, then covered him properly with the quilt that had not been dirtied. Only then did she sit by the bed and let out a breath.
Now that she had dealt with both of their hygiene, could she touch Mr. Dragon’s ears?
Slowly, Mu Wanwan stretched her sinful hands toward Mr. Dragon’s suddenly appeared white ears.
Cute, white, fluffy ears that could even twitch!
With trembling hands, Mu Wanwan touched Mr. Dragon’s ears. A soft, warm sensation came from beneath her fingertips. They were fluffy and very comfortable. She could not resist pinching them twice, one in each hand. They were very soft, and she could even carefully fold them a little. It was simply too blissful.
Mu Wanwan gently pinched his ears. Then, unable to resist, she stroked them like petting fur, moving from the tips of the ears downward along the direction of the fur several times. Perhaps it was a little itchy, because Mr. Dragon’s ears actually trembled in her hands.
They formed a sharp contrast with his beautiful, sinister-looking face. Especially when the twitching furry ears moved together with the fierce black-red markings on Mr. Dragon’s face, Mu Wanwan felt an indescribable feeling.
“Mr. Dragon, why do you have such fluffy ears?” Mu Wanwan said softly. “Why are they so soft?”
She indulged the demon in her heart and rubbed Mr. Dragon’s ears for quite a while, not wanting to move her hands away at all. But when she thought of the harsh and difficult life that constantly wanted to pin her and Mr. Dragon to the ground and rub them into the dirt, she still stopped.
Perhaps she had touched them for too long. When she stopped, Mu Wanwan felt that Mr. Dragon’s ears seemed a little red. The fine, soft white fur was also slightly puffed up, trembling fragilely in the air.
Mu Wanwan felt that she had truly gone too far. How could she take advantage of a dragon in danger?
She was wrong, but she would dare do it again next time. qwq
Perhaps because fluffy things were truly healing, even though there was still a pile of housework to do, Mu Wanwan did not feel as tired anymore.
Her brows and eyes curved. Thinking of the promise she had made that morning—that she would treat Mr. Dragon even better in the future—and then looking at him lying there with his twitching ears, eyes closed, fragile and wholly dependent on her, her heart filled with motivation again—
She was no longer alone now.
She had been lonely for over twenty years. Before transmigrating into the book, she had also struggled constantly just to survive. She had no foundation, and she was not especially clever. Even after studying desperately, she had only attended an ordinary university, then found a very tiring but fairly well-paid job to maintain her life.
Back then, her wish had been to have money and to stop always being alone.
Now, although she still… had no money…
She had a dragon.
Mu Wanwan’s eyes felt a little sore, though she did not know whether her dragon would leave her after waking up.
She stopped thinking about that heart-souring question and hurried to cook—
The meat she had bought earlier already smelled a little sour. Although it was a pity, Mu Wanwan still threw it away. No matter what, she absolutely could not get sick again.
As for vegetables, she could just stimulate their growth. The eggs were still fine too.
She lit a stalk of Burning Grass and stir-fried two eggs for herself. As for Mr. Dragon’s two spirit-chicken eggs, she made them into steamed eggs so they should be easier to eat.
Once the dishes were done, the spirit rice porridge was also ready.
Mu Wanwan had originally thought that eating and feeding the dragon would go as smoothly as before. She had even planned to hurry up and wash clothes, cultivate seeds, and earn money afterward. But today, Mr. Dragon could not swallow anything at all.
For the seventh time, Mu Wanwan brought a spoonful of spirit rice porridge with sugar to Mr. Dragon’s lips and pinched his chin. But this time, Mr. Dragon kept his lips tightly pressed together and had no way to swallow.
Mu Wanwan grew anxious and tried several more times. She even half-forced him to open his mouth and fed him a spoonful. But although the porridge was fed in, very soon, it was spat back out together with bloody foam, staining the handkerchief Mu Wanwan had placed on his chest with little red specks.
He was vomiting blood?
Her mind buzzed. Mu Wanwan went a little blank. After freezing for a few seconds, she finally put down the bowl in her hand and hurriedly reached for the spirit stones placed by Mr. Dragon’s ear.
She remembered there was still a mid-grade spirit stone. Please, quickly, quickly come out, mid-grade spirit stone.
But she was destined to be disappointed. She did not find the mid-grade spirit stone. Even the low-grade spirit stones that had originally been placed together with it had all turned into powder.
Had they already been absorbed by Mr. Dragon?
Mu Wanwan’s fingertips trembled slightly. She forced herself to calm down and brought over the only three Hundred Treasures Fruits remaining, as well as the ginseng root that had been cut down to less than half.
She wiped away the porridge and blood from the corner of his mouth, half-forced him to drink the juice of the Hundred Treasures Fruit, then sliced a piece of ginseng and stuffed it into his mouth.
After doing all this, her hands were shaking a little—
At first, she had thought that she had kissed him and even savagely bitten Mr. Dragon’s lips until they bled, which was how she drank dragon blood. But now, it seemed that was not the case.
Before she had fallen ill, Mr. Dragon had still been fine. His complexion had even improved somewhat.
But now, he had become this weak. Moreover, all the spirit stones she had left by his pillow had been absorbed.
According to her previous experience raising a dragon, Mr. Dragon usually needed one low-grade spirit stone a day. A single mid-grade spirit stone contained even more spiritual energy than ten low-grade spirit stones, yet it had all been absorbed.
Did this mean that, while she had been sick, Mr. Dragon had been injured again?
Or had the internal injuries from his previous great battle relapsed?
Also, he had not had this pair of fluffy ears before. Could it be because his injuries had become even more serious?
Mu Wanwan’s mind was a mess. Once again, she regretted not properly reading that ridiculous, illogical book back then. Now, in her mind, she only had a vague concept of why Mr. Dragon had been injured and what kind of injuries he had suffered—
The original plot had been a complete mess. Everything only existed for the convenience of explicit scenes. The world background and various relationships were also extremely chaotic. The author had only wanted to use a disabled tyrant x low-status but pure and cute little maidservant who could whimper as a pairing to attract readers with special tastes who liked reading smut.
As for Mu Wanwan, she felt that the original owner’s role had probably only been designed so that the female lead Bai Shuiyao could connect with Ao Qin.
A pornographic novel with no logic like that had not explained the reason behind Mr. Dragon’s injuries at all.
Before, Mu Wanwan had not thought too deeply about the logic and plot of the original book. But now, watching Mr. Dragon suffer again and again, and having lived in this world for quite a while herself, she gradually realised—
This place was not cold, lifeless words. This was also a complete world. The people here had emotions too. They could cry, laugh, and feel pain.
Mr. Dragon was the same.
She did not know what injuries he had suffered, what he had once done, or why people called him a tyrant. She had not seen him commit evil, but she had seen him betrayed, abandoned, utterly wretched, becoming more miserable each time.
Mu Wanwan looked at Mr. Dragon’s pale face and reached out, wanting to smooth the crease between his brows.
But he was in too much pain. So much pain that his sword-like brows were tightly knitted and his lips were bluish-purple.
Mu Wanwan felt terrible, but she could only force herself to stay calm. If possible, she even wanted to directly send her spiritual energy into Mr. Dragon’s body. But she did not know Mr. Dragon’s attribute, and directly sending in spiritual energy of different attributes would not only fail to help, it might make things worse.
Mu Wanwan no longer had the heart to wash clothes. She only watched Mr. Dragon’s condition while scraping together the spiritual energy inside her body to cultivate several Blue Star Grass seedlings until they matured. Then, holding the fruits and the Hundred Treasures Fruits, she sat by the bed and constantly observed him.
As soon as there was the slightest sign that he might vomit blood, she would feed him a Hundred Treasures Fruit or Blue Star Grass fruit.
This continued all the way into the night. Only then did Mr. Dragon seem to improve somewhat. At least, he had not vomited blood for three hours. Only then did Mu Wanwan feel slightly relieved.
Fortunately, she had now reached the second rank, and the spiritual energy in her body was more than three times greater than before, allowing her to cultivate so many spiritual plants. But she still did not know how serious Mr. Dragon’s injuries were. Their current supply of spiritual medicines and fruits was limited. She had to hurry and earn money—earn spirit stones and bring them back.
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