Feeling the unconscious movement of her fingertip against his tongue, Mr. Dragon’s entire body stiffened.
Before he could experience the full series of symptoms—blushing, a racing heart, and nearly bursting into flames from embarrassment—his heart first plummeted straight into an icy abyss.
Could it be…
She was awake?
At that moment, Mr. Dragon had no idea how he was supposed to react.
If she discovered that not only had he awakened, but he had also secretly done this sort of thing to her in the middle of the night, she would surely be disgusted with him, wouldn’t she?
She might even think he was a pervert—a loathsome, revolting dragon.
Mr. Dragon’s mind went completely blank. Instinctively, he did not dare move.
In the darkness, he maintained the ridiculous position of holding her hand while her fingertip remained inside his mouth. Every muscle in his body was tense, and his heart nearly stopped beating.
Some saliva he had not managed to swallow trickled down the corner of his lips, leaving a suggestive, glistening trail.
Mu Wanwan only felt that something was not quite right.
She touched the damp, soft, warm object and moved her finger slightly. She even brushed against something hard, creating a strange mixture of sensations.
However, the cold air outside the quilt soon crept over her arm and the back of her hand.
Mm…
A little cold.
Mu Wanwan tried to pull her hand back.
Mr. Dragon did not dare move at all. He could only feel her fingertip slide along his tongue, pass over his sharp canine tooth, and withdraw from his mouth.
It made a soft *pop*.
The sound was somewhat loud.
Mr. Dragon felt as though he were about to suffocate.
He no longer cared that he had not yet taken the contents out of the Spatial pouch, nor did he care whether he might expose himself. Almost immediately, he collapsed flat beside her and devoted himself wholeheartedly to pretending to be an unconscious vegetable dragon. →_→
If his wife had been awakened by his licking and discovered him doing something improper to her, he truly would have nowhere to hide his face.
Mu Wanwan also sensed that something was strange.
After withdrawing her hand, she found her finger sticky. Something on the bed also seemed to have moved.
She had not actually been especially tired today, so she had not been sleeping very deeply. Slowly, she opened her eyes.
The room was completely silent, as though nothing had happened. Outside, everything was equally peaceful.
The fluffy chirper and the chicken chicks were still asleep. Mr. Dragon’s breathing was also very steady…
Huh?
Mr. Dragon’s breathing seemed rather rapid.
Still half asleep, Mu Wanwan lifted part of the quilt and raised her slightly cold hand. She pressed two fingers together.
They were extremely slick, but in the darkness, she could not see what the substance was.
Her first thought was that she had drooled in her sleep. However, when she touched her pillow, it was perfectly dry.
If it was not her saliva, could it be Mr. Dragon’s blood?
Mu Wanwan instantly became wide awake.
She could still vividly remember Mr. Dragon’s previous miserable condition. Whether he had coughed up blood or his tail had started festering again, neither possibility was good.
Mu Wanwan stumbled out of bed to light the lamp, completely unaware that as she got up, Mr. Dragon, who was lying beside her, was secretly watching her with his spiritual sense.
Heaven knew how fear and trembling surged through his blood when his spiritual sense saw his wife suspiciously rubbing her fingers together.
Along with that came a terrible thought—
What if… what if she licked them?
No.
The dragon was about to be defeated by his own imagination.
Mu Wanwan lit the lamp, and warm light spread throughout the room.
She found a handkerchief and wiped her hand clean, simultaneously sighing in relief.
Fortunately, it was neither blood nor pus. It should not be anything serious.
Mengmeng was sensitive to the change in light. It opened its black-bean-like eyes and looked at Mu Wanwan in confusion.
“Chirp, chirp~?”
Mu Wanwan felt somewhat cold after getting out of bed.
She wore only a thin sleeping garment, which had become slightly dishevelled. Her collar had slipped down, faintly revealing the graceful curve of her collarbone.
Her long hair hung loose. When she lifted her hand to stroke Mengmeng’s head, a section of her fair wrist was exposed.
Mr. Dragon’s spiritual sense, which had been clinging to her, seemed to have been scalded. It abruptly retreated—
He obediently kept his eyes shut and did not dare do anything else this time.
His wife had fed him well during the day, and fresh spirit stones had also been placed beside the bed.
The curse inside his body remained severe, but it was no longer as painful as before.
It was no longer the kind of agony that shattered his meridians inch by inch and made every movement feel as though his bones were being carved apart.
Now, it merely felt as though countless fine needles were piercing him bit by bit.
It was a level of pain he could endure.
He kept his eyes closed, but his mind was filled with the image of what he had just seen.
His blood gradually heated. Certain strange sensations even overwhelmed the pain buried inside his body, rising little by little like waves and leaving him helplessly twitching his ears.
It was just as stimulating as the day she had bathed him.
Mr. Dragon did not realise that his face was now so red that he could hardly face anyone. He innocently believed that as long as he kept his eyes closed and remained motionless, nothing unusual would be visible.
This poor dragon had no idea that he had a tendency to blush so easily~
Mu Wanwan walked to the bedside and first lifted the bright-red wedding quilt.
She peeked underneath and confirmed that Mr. Dragon’s tail was still perfectly fine. It was merely that the scales near his waist seemed slightly different and were raised a little higher than usual.
It was probably nothing serious.
Then, the substance on her finger…
Mu Wanwan formed a rather unpleasant suspicion and raised her head to examine Mr. Dragon’s face—
His cheeks were flushed, and there was even a faint glistening trace beside his lips…
Mu Wanwan: “…”
Her face instantly turned bright red.
So, the strange sensation she had felt just now was because she had stuck her finger inside Mr. Dragon’s mouth?
Considering the terrifying incident last time, when she had forcibly kissed Mr. Dragon to drink his dragon blood, Mu Wanwan felt that she had probably lost control of herself again.
Her face burned, and she felt too embarrassed to look at Mr. Dragon.
Both the human and the dragon believed that they had done something improper.
Even though one of them was supposedly still unconscious, an intensely awkward atmosphere filled the room…
Mr. Dragon did not dare extend his spiritual sense again. He kept his eyes shut for quite some time before the strange sensation lingering in his mouth gradually faded.
The unnatural heat in his body also slowly calmed.
He was extremely cowardly.
As long as Mu Wanwan remained awake, he did not dare wake up. After they stayed locked in this stalemate for some time, Mr. Dragon finally lost the battle and genuinely fell unconscious, allowing his spiritual sense to recover.
Mu Wanwan also gradually came back to herself.
Her unsettled heart pounded for a long while before she finally fell asleep again.
As for Mengmeng…
Mengmeng was far too sleepy. It only woke for a moment before falling asleep again.
After all, it was still only a baby chirper!
However, early the next morning, Mu Wanwan was awakened by Mengmeng stepping on her.
She half-opened her eyes and saw the fluffy chirper holding the cord of yesterday’s cloth pouch—which greatly resembled a Spatial pouch—in its beak. It desperately rubbed its tiny head against her face.
Mu Wanwan: “…”
She stroked Mengmeng’s head and prepared to get up and wash.
However, Mengmeng continued struggling to express something.
Mu Wanwan felt helpless. “Mengmeng, do you want to give this to me?”
Mengmeng appeared to understand her.
It actually nodded its head in an extremely humanlike manner and released several loud, excited chirps.
Mu Wanwan fell silent for a moment before deciding to indulge her fluffy chirper.
She accepted the cloth pouch it was holding. Originally, she had merely intended to reassure Mengmeng by touching it a few times before returning it.
However, the moment the pouch entered her hand, it felt completely different from yesterday.
Under Mengmeng’s expectant, black-bean-like gaze, she tentatively sent a trace of spiritual energy inside.
This time, it entered smoothly.
This was actually a genuine Spatial pouch!
It was even larger and of a higher grade than the one Uncle Zong had given her, and it contained quite a few things.
Mu Wanwan removed everything from inside—
There were actually three smaller Spatial pouches nested within it. =_=
In addition, there were spirit stones, medicinal pills, and an assortment of miscellaneous objects.
The most eye-catching item was a green-jade bracelet.
She picked up the bracelet and raised it towards the light outside—
The faint morning light passed through the jade, which contained very few impurities, and reflected pale spots of light across her face.
It was beautiful.
“Chirp…”
Mengmeng was also a little stunned.
It watched as Mu Wanwan’s lips unconsciously curved into a smile before she happily slipped the bracelet onto her wrist to try it on.
It fit perfectly.
Against the green jade, her skin appeared even fairer and more beautiful.
“How could there be so many things?”
After her initial delight faded, Mu Wanwan gradually calmed down.
She looked at the tuft of feathers on Mengmeng’s head and sensed that something was not right.
She had not rescued Mengmeng very long ago, and the fluffy chirper had always appeared extremely weak.
Regarding what had happened with Fuliu last time, Mu Wanwan could still understand it if Mengmeng had initially controlled the situation before everything else happened by accident.
However, this time, there were so many Spatial pouches.
No matter how lucky Mengmeng was, it could not possibly have found three of them at once and then given them all to her.
Furthermore, why could she smoothly open the Spatial pouch today when she had been unable to bind it to herself yesterday?
Mengmeng had not done anything last night.
Was it because of Mr. Dragon’s saliva?
Was dragon saliva really that effective?
Or was there someone else secretly helping them?
Mu Wanwan frowned. None of these guesses seemed particularly reliable.
Therefore, she tentatively asked the fluffy chirper, “Mengmeng, where did you get these things?”
To make herself clear, she even supplemented her words with gestures.
The moment she finished speaking, Mu Wanwan felt that she must have gone mad.
She was actually trying to obtain an answer from Mengmeng.
She should get up, wash her face, and calm herself down.
However, in Mengmeng’s eyes, its “good friend”—who had always treated it kindly, fed it delicious fruits, and even washed it until it smelled nice—had finally noticed the danger lurking beside her and was now seeking help from the adorable Mengmeng!
This was far too difficult.
It moved the little chirper beyond words.
Hmph!
Whenever Mengmeng’s backer was not around, the evil dragon always bullied it with his pressure. He even pinched the newly grown down on its wings.
He must have been jealous because Mengmeng was so fluffy.
He also frightened and threatened the little chirper.
Mengmeng felt absolutely no guilt about selling him out! ^▽^!
Thus, the fluffy chirper cheerfully rubbed against Mu Wanwan’s palm and chirped twice.
“As expected, it still won’t work.”
Mu Wanwan was not disappointed. She stroked the fluffy chirper’s head to encourage it and show that she did not mind.
However, in the very next moment, Mengmeng began performing in front of her—
It flapped its tiny wings, tapped the bracelet on her wrist, and chirped twice.
Then it chirped twice towards a certain vegetable dragon who, in her eyes, had remained unconscious all this time.
After that, it stepped on his face.
Mu Wanwan: “…?”
“Chirp~ Chirp, chirp!”
Mengmeng repeatedly jumped back and forth between the Spatial pouch in front of her and Mr. Dragon’s face.
At last, Mu Wanwan understood.
Mu Wanwan: “…???”
Mu Wanwan: “!!!”
She felt that she truly needed to wash her face and calm herself down.
Otherwise, why would she think Mengmeng was telling her—
Mr. Dragon had awakened, and all these things were gifts from him?!
**Author’s Note:**
Mr. Dragon, peacefully pretending to sleep.jpg: “It’s fine. I’m still unconscious. My wife won’t find out. Once night comes, I can do this and that…”
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