Mu Wanwan tucked the spirit stones away and closed the courtyard gate. After thinking it over, she decided against leaving the spiritual plants outside and moved them into the room instead.
She stored away the unexpected monthly allowance, putting the coins aside and placing the spirit stones beside Mr. Dragon’s pillow.
He was lying obediently on the bed, his expression no different from when she had left.
“Mr. Dragon, was that your doing?” Mu Wanwan could not resist asking.
As expected, she received no response. However, as soon as she finished speaking, the little fluffy chirp hidden beneath the cloth let out a series of clear cries.
“Chirp! Chirp, chirp!”
Mu Wanwan hurriedly put down the spirit stones, walked over to the little furball and lifted the cloth.
“Chirp…”
The oppressive pressure was finally gone, and there was air to breathe again. Mengmeng was no longer suffering quite as much. It did not even care that the smelly little chicks were beside it and collapsed flat on the ground in relief, chirping as though it were letting out a very human-like sigh.
To Mu Wanwan, it looked as though Mengmeng had collapsed from sheer exhaustion.
Her heart immediately ached for it. She untied Mengmeng and gently stroked its tiny head with her finger.
“Mengmeng, was it you?”
Mengmeng knew nothing. Mengmeng was innocent.
It blinked its little black-bean eyes and enthusiastically rubbed itself against Mu Wanwan’s palm.
Its behaviour seemed to be saying, *Mengmeng did it!*
Mu Wanwan’s gaze softened, and she said gently, “Mengmeng, you’re amazing!”
Mr. Dragon, whose divine sense had secretly witnessed everything: “…”
It was this chirp again!
Mr. Dragon felt so aggrieved that he could die. He desperately wanted to open his eyes and tell her that he had done it, but he was afraid his sudden awakening would frighten his wife.
Most importantly, his wife still had not bathed him.
Forget it. He would endure it!
Mr. Dragon pursed his lips. Regardless of whether his heart had already turned into a sour lemon, his body remained perfectly still as he listened jealously to her speak.
He was timid and helpless. Even more pathetically, when his divine sense saw her telling the fluffy chirp that she was very happy and thanking it, his feelings of grievance gradually disappeared.
He pricked up his ears and listened as she worried that Fuliu might take revenge, but he was not concerned in the slightest.
How could he possibly let the matter go after merely forcing that maid to slap herself a few times, when she had insulted and looked down upon his wife?
He certainly would not give her another opportunity to cause trouble either. Not long after Fuliu returned, she would probably court death and get herself thrown out.
Soon after being expelled, she might also discover that every bit of spiritual energy she used from her dantian would be permanently lost, leaving her unable to cultivate ever again.
Mr. Dragon thought darkly that he was not a soft-hearted dragon.
Perhaps it was better that the fluffy chirp had taken credit this time. What would he do if his wife discovered that he was responsible and thought he was a cruel and ruthless dragon?
With this thought, the final trace of gloom in his heart was replaced by pleasure.
Hah. That fluffy chirp looked so happy now, but in a few days, his wife would think it was a naughty little chirp.
Had Mengmeng known it had somehow taken the blame yet again, it would undoubtedly have cried. It had already shouldered so much blame for this wicked dragon before it was even old enough to understand what was happening. It was truly pitiful—after all, it was only a few months old!
Mu Wanwan was still somewhat worried, but the situation had already reached this point, so she could only accept it. Without wasting any more time, she comforted the fluffy chirp and went to the kitchen to fetch hot water.
She made several trips back and forth. The splashing sound of hot and cold water being mixed together resembled the lively blaring of suonas during a wedding procession, carrying an irrepressible sense of joy and anticipation.
Once Mu Wanwan had finished her preparations, she placed several warming stones inside the wooden tub and brought over a small stool. Then she prepared to pick up the vegetative dragon and put him into the tub.
Sensing her drawing closer, Mr. Dragon’s ears began twitching uncontrollably from nervousness.
Mu Wanwan also felt a little embarrassed. However, when she looked at the filth on Mr. Dragon’s underclothes, her embarrassment was swiftly replaced by the urge to get him clean.
With obvious disgust, she untied the belt that was still stained with a little of the chicks’ smelly poop. Supporting his shoulder with one hand, she removed the underclothes she had previously put on him and tossed them onto the floor.
When his skin came into contact with the slightly chilly air, Mr. Dragon’s eyelashes trembled incessantly.
She was merely undressing him normally, yet he felt as though his wife were caressing him.
“Mr. Dragon, you’re so dirty.”
Mu Wanwan did not even have time to appreciate the dragon’s tightly defined abdominal muscles and genuine V-lines before noticing that some of the chicks’ poop had actually gotten onto his body.
Ew!
Any desire to appreciate his beauty immediately vanished. Mu Wanwan frowned slightly, hurriedly picked up a cloth and wrapped it around her palm.
Then, like a mighty strongwoman, she placed one arm beneath Mr. Dragon’s tail and the other beneath his neck before laboriously lifting the dragon in a princess carry.
Mr. Dragon innocently pretended to be asleep. Like an oversized Barbie doll, he allowed his wife to arrange him however she pleased.
“You’re so heavy.”
This was the first time Mu Wanwan had lifted him completely off the bed. The dragon in her arms felt exactly like the crushing weight of all life’s burdens, threatening to flatten her.
By the time Mu Wanwan finally managed to lower him into the wooden tub, half of her clothes were soaked.
Mr. Dragon sat obediently in the tub with his face flushed and his tail coiled around him. The wooden tub was large enough to hold Mu Wanwan’s entire body, yet it could only accommodate a little more than half of the dragon.
Although Mr. Dragon’s tail had lost its pointed tip, it took up a surprisingly large amount of space when coiled. Half his chest remained exposed above the water, while his long black hair hung loosely around him, submerged beneath the surface.
Steam rose around him, turning the entire dragon pink.
Mu Wanwan felt as though her waist was about to give out. She panted for breath.
Bathing Mr. Dragon was far too demanding on her poor waist!
She sighed and rolled up her sleeves, exposing two sections of fair, slender arms.
Her skin really was lovely. =w=
Mu Wanwan could not resist stroking her own smooth arm. Ever since she had secretly kissed Mr. Dragon, swallowed some of his dragon blood and advanced in cultivation, she had felt her skin becoming better and better.
Her fair arms pressed against Mr. Dragon’s shoulders as she adjusted his posture. Then Mu Wanwan picked up a ladle and prepared to bathe him.
She might as well wash his hair this time too.
Mu Wanwan touched Mr. Dragon’s long hair, scooped up a ladleful of water and poured it over him. The water travelled down the length of his hair, slid across his collarbone and disappeared beneath the surface.
She reached out to move a lock of hair aside, only to find herself staring directly at his shoulder, which had somehow turned completely red.
Her face instantly flushed.
It was not as though this was the first time she had cleaned him. Besides, a certain dragon currently did not have a—*beep*—so her feelings had progressed from embarrassment at the beginning to simply giving up on worrying about it.
She was only bathing a dragon!
A vegetative dragon, at that!
It was not as though she intended to do anything to him, so there was absolutely no need for her to feel guilty!
Mu Wanwan forcefully convinced herself. She tried her best to focus entirely on scrubbing without looking anywhere else.
She picked up an ordinary cleansing plant she had previously bought, squeezed the liquid from its plump leaves and rubbed it between her palms.
Just as she was about to smear it onto Mr. Dragon’s furry ears, she happened to notice his water-dampened eyelashes and rosy lips.
Then she looked at the suspicious white liquid covering her hands…
Mu Wanwan: “…”
*Do not look at anything improper. Do not look at anything improper.*
She was very innocent. She had no inappropriate thoughts whatsoever.
If anyone was to blame, it was the cleansing plant. She had never realised there was anything wrong with its amazingly effective liquid before! qwq
Her cheeks burning, Mu Wanwan quickly added water and rubbed the liquid into a lather before hurriedly washing the dragon.
Even she found the atmosphere uncomfortably ambiguous.
As for Mr. Dragon, he had already reached his limit.
He knew his wife was soft, but he had never imagined she could be this soft.
He knew his wife was gentle, but he had never imagined she could be this gentle.
Even though she was simply cleaning him without the slightest improper intention, he was already struggling to restrain himself.
Her warm fingertips, carrying slightly hot water, travelled along his ears, which were exceptionally sensitive to temperature and moisture, and slowly moved downwards…
The curse had not completely faded, and his meridians still ached dully, yet Mr. Dragon already felt as though his blood were flowing backwards and his entire body were boiling.
…
“Mm…”
While Mu Wanwan was rubbing his dragon ears, she suddenly heard a low, restrained sound.
Her body immediately stiffened, and she stared at Mr. Dragon’s face in disbelief.
Although his cheeks were extremely red, his brows remained tightly furrowed and his lips were pressed together. His expression appeared pained, and he did not look awake.
Had she misheard?
Mu Wanwan rubbed his ears a few more times, experimentally kneading them over and over again. When she heard no further sounds, she gradually relaxed.
That made sense. She had only returned a short while ago. Mr. Dragon could not possibly wake up so quickly, could he?
Mr. Dragon endured bitterly. Every second felt unbearably torturous, yet he also wished for time to pass more slowly.
Slower still.
He made no further sounds, allowing Mu Wanwan to successfully wash his ears and hair. After she rinsed everything clean, Mr. Dragon once again became a respectable and presentable adult dragon.
“Should I scrub your scales too?” Mu Wanwan murmured.
Her soft voice travelled through Mr. Dragon’s eardrums and exploded into a crackling shower of sparks.
W-Wash his scales?
Would that not mean…
Would she not touch certain places that should not be touched?
Was this not moving too quickly?
Mr. Dragon thought that he had not prepared himself for things to progress so soon.
But if his wife—if his wife wanted to…
H-He could allow it.
Mr. Dragon’s thoughts were gradually sliding towards a dangerous edge.
Mu Wanwan knew nothing about the wicked dragon’s improper fantasies. From a purely hygienic perspective, she was genuinely wondering whether she should scrub his scales while she was at it.
After all, he had not bathed for more than a month, and dragons probably enjoyed being clean, did they not?
She picked up the brush, but before she could begin, a clear chirp sounded beside her ear.
“Chirp!!”
Mengmeng, who had been neglected in the corner this entire time, smelled the fresh fragrance released by the cleansing plant after it was mixed with water.
It immediately lost all interest in chirping to comfort the three little chicks that Mr. Dragon’s oppressive pressure had frightened senseless.
Mengmeng lifted one tiny wing and sniffed its own smelly feathers.
Ah! This cleanliness-loving little chirp could not bear it any longer!
After Mu Wanwan had untied it earlier, she had not tied Mengmeng up again, so it was free to move around.
“Chirp!”
Mengmeng wanted a lovely, fragrant bath too!
And so, a certain dragon who was still immersed in the lingering sensation of his wife’s gentle touch, along with Mu Wanwan, the utterly exhausted bath attendant holding a scrubbing brush, were struck in the face by two enormous splashes of water as the increasingly chubby fluffy chirp leapt into the tub.
Mr. Dragon, who was forcibly dragged back from his amorous fantasies: “…”
**Author’s Note:**
Mr. Dragon, through gritted teeth: “One day, I’m going to kill this chirp.”
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