Mr. Dragon only pressed his lips lightly against hers before immediately pulling away. Then he lay obediently on the bed and made no further movements.
Mu Wanwan did not dare move.
Mr. Dragon’s kiss had been so light that it felt like a feather brushing across her lips, leaving behind only a faint, soft sensation before disappearing.
She had not even experienced any of the sweet, romantic reactions described in novels—
A racing heart, weak knees, numb legs, a body turning limp…
None of that.
She barely had time to react before it was over, so quickly that it almost seemed like an illusion.
Perhaps it was merely psychological, but she now felt as though the place where Mr. Dragon’s eyelashes had brushed her cheek still carried a faint imprint.
It was not particularly intimate.
Instead, it felt more like Mengmeng had licked her cheek once.
She did not dislike it.
She even felt slightly helpless.
After thinking for a long time, Mu Wanwan wanted to believe that Mr. Dragon truly held some affection for her.
Yet secretly kissing her did not seem to fit the arrogant, domineering, overwhelmingly powerful image he had possessed in the original novel.
Still…
Although the stolen kiss had not given her any particularly intense sensations, Mu Wanwan now felt somewhat embarrassed.
Her face became warm, and the wariness in her heart loosened slightly once more.
So the legendary tyrant—cruel, cold-blooded, merciless, and capable of killing without blinking—could actually be this cautious.
Yesterday, when Mr. Dragon said “hold me,” he had meant “hold my arm.”
Following that same scale of interpretation, when he said “kiss you,” he apparently meant “let our lips touch innocently for one moment.”
That seemed perfectly reasonable…
Pretending to be uncomfortable in her sleep, Mu Wanwan secretly turned over.
The movement was small, but in the quiet night, it seemed magnified countless times.
A certain already nervous dragon instantly felt as though his heart had stopped beating.
He—he had truly kissed her.
Mr. Dragon’s fluffy ears trembled.
Hearing her turn over, he felt both sweetly delighted and terribly nervous. He comforted himself with a trace of desperate hope—
No.
She definitely had not noticed.
He had been very careful.
Extremely careful.
The dragon waited nervously for a long time.
When she did not move again, he gradually calmed down.
He felt that he no longer had any regrets.
He had done many things before his wife that were utterly humiliating for a dragon.
He had indulged himself and secretly committed countless acts while she remained unaware.
To him, his wife’s existence was like a drifting point of light within an endless night.
He could see her merely by lifting his head, and by extending his hand, he could firmly hold her within his palm.
Even if she had initially come to him because she had no choice…
Even if everything she did afterwards had merely been motivated by pity or boredom…
During these brief two months, he had already grown to like her very, very much.
Yes.
Like her.
Whenever she approached, his heart raced.
Whenever she called his name, he became unbearably nervous.
Whenever she fed him, he could not stop himself from imagining shameless, wicked things that he should never have considered.
He loved her.
And he had allowed himself to indulge in that love.
While she remained unaware, he had behaved like a pervert and done nearly everything—
He had touched her.
He had held her.
And now, he had kissed her.
Bitterness filled Mr. Dragon’s heart.
Her lips had been soft and slightly warm.
He had only touched them once, yet he had almost lost control—
He had nearly been unable to restrain the desire to kiss her fiercely.
He wanted to wake her.
He wanted her to see him.
He wanted to hear her call him “husband.”
Yet he was also afraid—
Afraid that she feared him.
Afraid that when she opened her eyes and discovered him kissing her, the terror and disgust in her gaze would emerge before she could conceal them.
Afraid that she would believe he had tarnished her innocence.
Afraid that she would cry.
At the thought that she might hate him, Mr. Dragon’s heart seemed to be pierced by a needle and crumpled tightly in pain.
Merely imagining that scene made his chest feel as though it had collapsed.
It hurt even more than when his dragon horn had been severed.
While storms of misery began raging inside Mr. Dragon once more, Mu Wanwan was still wondering whether he would kiss her again tonight.
Harbouring an indescribable feeling, she even prepared herself to experience it properly this time.
She waited for Mr. Dragon to place another soft, breeze-like kiss upon her lips.
However, after a very long time, he did not move again.
…
Early the next morning, before the sky had fully brightened, Mu Wanwan climbed out of bed.
As usual, she washed, cleaned Mr. Dragon and Mengmeng, then fed the dragon, the chirper, and the spirit-chicken chicks.
While washing Mr. Dragon’s face, brushing his teeth, cleaning him, and feeding him, Mu Wanwan was actually quite calm.
According to what she had discovered over the past two days, the dragon generally did not awaken during the daytime.
She only needed to behave as usual.
After finishing the household chores, Mu Wanwan ate a Blue Star Grass fruit for breakfast and suddenly realised—
Her diet had changed considerably.
Back in the modern world, whenever she received her monthly salary, she would subtract her rent and miscellaneous expenses before setting aside a few hundred yuan to watch a film and treat herself to something delicious.
At that time, she had especially enjoyed spicy hotpot, malatang, and barbecue.
After transmigrating into the novel, she had initially been too poor to obtain much food.
Later, she had gradually grown accustomed to it.
Only now did she realise that she had not eaten anything genuinely delicious for a very long time.
There were only piles of Hundred-Treasure Fruits that tasted like rotten apples flavoured with oranges, and bitter-as-hell Blue Star Grass fruits.
Mu Wanwan felt that she was suffering a loss.
She decided that once she earned more spirit stones, she would buy some meat and cook something delicious for herself.
Thinking about this, she wanted to check how many spirit stones remained at home.
However, when she felt around Mr. Dragon’s pillow, she discovered that the spirit stones she had previously placed there were all gone.
There were no traces beneath the pillow either.
She suddenly remembered the small pile of ashes she had swept from the table beside herself while tidying the room yesterday.
She had not paid attention at the time, but now that she thought about it, it resembled the dust left after spirit stones had been completely absorbed.
Her expression became complicated for a moment.
Mu Wanwan immediately understood.
Mr. Dragon had given those spirit stones to her.
He did not seem as terrible and disgraceful as the outsiders claimed.
To be honest, the fact that Mr. Dragon had allowed her to use the spirit stones was entirely unexpected.
Among the Spatial pouches Mengmeng had delivered last time, there had only been a small number of low-grade spirit stones, along with miscellaneous objects, medicinal pills, and the green-jade bracelet that was obviously meant for a woman.
Mu Wanwan had assumed that Mr. Dragon had merely given her the things he did not need.
After all, he currently required a great deal of spiritual energy to heal himself.
She could fully understand that.
However, it now appeared that her assumption had been wrong.
She could not resist gently touching the pair of white ears exposed outside his quilt.
“Mr. Dragon, I’m sorry.”
A faint smile appeared upon her lips, and her mood immediately improved.
She placed one medium-grade spirit stone she had kept in reserve, along with all her remaining low-grade spirit stones, beside Mr. Dragon’s pillow—
At present, Mr. Dragon seemed like a rather good dragon.
She could not disappoint him.
She had to work hard, earn money, and support her dragon properly.
“Chirp!”
Mengmeng stood on the table and chirped at Mu Wanwan.
Mu Wanwan turned around, picked up the fluffy chirper who seemed to have been angry with her yesterday, and placed it upon her shoulder.
The chirper rubbed against her cheek.
Its earlier sulkiness had long since disappeared beneath the combined influence of delicious food and a fragrant bath.
Mengmeng liked Wanwan the most~
The human and the chirper entered the courtyard.
Mu Wanwan ripened one Snow Condensation plant, three Bell-Lantern Grass plants, and three Purifying Flowers.
Then she went to the bathing room in the side hall, carried in a stool, and prepared to refine pills there.
Mu Wanwan took out the pill furnace and placed it on the ground.
Following Uncle Zong’s earlier instructions, she lightly adjusted the mechanism beneath the furnace that controlled the pill flame.
Almost immediately, the furnace slowly began rotating and floated into the air.
A weak flame suddenly emerged from beneath it.
Mu Wanwan was startled.
Mengmeng also chirped excitedly.
The human and the chirper stared at the floating pill furnace for a long time like two country bumpkins who had never seen anything impressive before.
“Chirp~”
Mengmeng’s voice brought Mu Wanwan back to her senses.
She did not immediately begin refining pills according to the formula she had already memorised thoroughly.
Instead, she first reached out and experimented with the mechanism controlling the flame.
When she moved it to the right, the pill flame immediately grew stronger.
When she moved it to the left, the flame weakened.
However, after Mu Wanwan touched it only a few times, the entire pill furnace became scorching hot.
She frowned.
If this continued, she would have no way to control the intensity of the flame.
Furthermore, her spiritual energy was wood-elemental, so she could not directly use it to refine pills…
Wait.
Spiritual energy.
An idea occurred to Mu Wanwan.
She experimentally imagined her spiritual energy as a hand and slowly placed it against the flame-control mechanism.
With considerable effort, she shifted it slightly towards the left.
The flame immediately diminished.
Mu Wanwan wiped the sweat from her forehead.
She had only moved the mechanism a tiny amount, yet it had consumed a considerable quantity of spiritual energy.
She also felt that the degree of control was extremely difficult to judge.
When refining pills, even the slightest error in heat could cause failure.
Even fire-element cultivators who could use their own spiritual energy as pill flames often struggled to control the temperature properly.
For someone like her, who relied upon a mechanical device, it would be even more difficult.
Mu Wanwan did not rush into refining pills.
Instead, she spent another two or three hours familiarising herself with controlling the pill flame.
She did not consume much spiritual energy—only approximately one-tenth of her total—but continuously concentrating on manipulating it made her head ache and left her mentally exhausted.
Mengmeng had remained unusually quiet throughout the day.
It watched her operate the pill furnace with extraordinary concentration and had not even fallen asleep.
Mu Wanwan found this extremely strange.
“Chirp~”
When it noticed her looking over, Mengmeng tilted its little head and chirped softly.
It looked so adorable that Mu Wanwan’s mental exhaustion was instantly soothed.
She reached out and tapped Mengmeng’s little scarf.
Filled with renewed enthusiasm, she began preparing to refine the pill!
First, she placed the three Bell-Lantern Grass plants inside the furnace and adjusted the flame to medium strength.
Mu Wanwan concentrated completely.
Mengmeng also obediently remained silent.
Soon, under the effects of the pill flame, the three Bell-Lantern Grass plants melted into a pale-green liquid.
Mu Wanwan used her spiritual energy to suspend the liquid in mid-air.
Then she picked up the Snow Condensation plant resting beside her and took a deep breath.
Snow Condensation petals melted the instant they entered the furnace.
She had to control the process precisely.
Mu Wanwan concentrated intensely.
She quickly tore off the Snow Condensation flower and threw it into the pill furnace.
The moment it entered, it immediately began melting.
However, even though Mu Wanwan believed she had reduced the flame sufficiently, it was still too strong.
The Snow Condensation almost instantly transformed into a cloud of mist.
She could not preserve it at all.
She had failed.
**Author’s Note:**
Mr. Dragon: “I’ve touched my wife, held her, and kissed her. I’ve done everything that needed to be done. I have no regrets.”
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