Mu Wanwan looked at the anticipation in Mr. Dragon’s eyes and became slightly afraid that he might continue producing even more astonishing outfits.
She hurriedly changed the subject.
“My Lord, why are there so many spirit stones on the floor?”
Mr. Dragon pressed his lips together.
“Sparkling.”
Mu Wanwan: “…”
She thought she finally understood.
Dragons truly did like sparkling things.
After that brief and awkward exchange, the room fell silent again. The only sounds were Mengmeng occasionally sliding down a pile of spirit stones and its intermittent chirping.
Mu Wanwan stared at the two suffocating outfits on the bed and ultimately could not overcome the obstacle in her heart.
For the sake of love, she could reluctantly claim that she liked them.
But what if Mr. Dragon genuinely believed she liked this style in the future?
She truly could not accept such a terrifyingly stereotypical straight-dragon sense of fashion…
Mu Wanwan considered how to express her true feelings as tactfully as possible.
When she remained silent, Mr. Dragon did not know what to say either.
He stared at his wife’s slightly reddened lips, his heart itching.
However, he then remembered the faint surprise in her eyes when she saw him enter earlier and tightly pressed his lips together.
His wife must have noticed that his ears had gone bald.
Mr. Dragon understood very well that his wife only liked fluffy things.
Before he exposed his ears, his wife had never stroked him.
Ever since his fluffy ears appeared, her attitude towards him had changed.
But now, he was bald.
Without his fluffy fur, would he be even less attractive to her than the little fluffball?
Mr. Dragon’s gaze darkened.
He opened his mouth, intending to ask whether she despised his ears and who had given her the hairpin.
However, when he finally spoke, his words came out dry and completely contrary to his true intentions.
“You…”
“Sleep a little longer.”
Mu Wanwan, who was still mentally trapped in the horror of the deathly Barbie-pink dress, blinked and wondered whether she had heard incorrectly.
She abruptly raised her head and met Mr. Dragon’s cold eyes and expressionless, iceberg-like face.
Her gaze instinctively swept towards his ears.
Only then did she realise something.
Mr. Dragon had hidden his ears.
But if she could only see his face, how was she supposed to guess what this dragon was thinking?
Perhaps Mu Wanwan’s gaze was too penetrating.
Mr. Dragon was already extremely sensitive about his ears. A single look from her nearly shattered his fragile glass heart into pieces.
Mr. Dragon turned his wheelchair away and lowered his eyes towards the spirit stones covering the floor, apparently preparing to cultivate.
Mu Wanwan tugged at the expensive clothes resting on the bed.
The soreness in her back and the exhaustion in her soul had not disappeared. She felt extremely uncomfortable, yet it seemed this dragon intended to say nothing beyond “sleep a little longer.”
She knew that he had treated her wounds.
Considering his personality, even saying those words had probably been exceptionally difficult for him.
But he had clearly kissed her just moments ago…
The lingering tenderness and affection on her lips had not faded. Neither had the sensation of Mr. Dragon’s warm fingertips brushing across her cheek.
She had thought that once he returned, he would stop being so awkward and explain everything clearly.
But if she did not ask, did the dragon truly intend to explain nothing?
She still remembered all those days she had spent waiting.
Every time she heard movement outside, she had startled like a frightened bird.
His note had clearly said that he would return in three to five days.
He had clearly broken his promise.
He should not think that filling the room with spirit stones and giving her two dresses would make her forget the countless days and nights she had spent waiting in anguish.
The joy of their reunion and her relief that the dragon was safe gradually faded.
Mu Wanwan glanced at the hairpin Jiu Qing had given her, which had been placed on the nearby table.
For the first time, she allowed herself to throw a small tantrum.
She removed the hairpin Mr. Dragon had placed in her hair, smoothed it out, and angrily put Jiu Qing’s hairpin back on.
Then she pulled up the covers, wrapped herself inside them, and said sullenly, “I’m going to sleep.”
After speaking, she became so aggrieved that she could barely endure it.
Her eyes stung, and she resentfully closed them.
The room fell silent once more.
The corner of Mr. Dragon’s lips moved, and a wounded expression flashed through his eyes.
She actually preferred the hairpin someone else had given her over his.
Mr. Dragon lowered his long eyelashes, concealing the violently suppressed emotions inside him.
The sparkling spirit stones reflected in his eyes like clusters of dancing flames.
Perhaps the baleful energy surrounding him had already condensed into a terrifying black vortex.
Mengmeng, which had been happily gnawing on a sparkling spirit stone, suddenly felt frightened.
The trauma of nearly being slapped to death by the dragon the previous day still hovered over its luxuriantly feathered head.
It cautiously shifted its round body and successfully escaped through the window before the evil dragon could erupt.
Mr. Dragon noticed its movements but ignored it.
His expression was frighteningly gloomy.
He stared at the hairpin Mu Wanwan had deliberately worn, which remained conspicuously exposed outside the blankets.
His hand tightened until his knuckles turned white.
About an hour later, Mu Wanwan, who had been waiting to see whether the awkward dragon would say anything, finally began to lose consciousness.
Her soul was exhausted, making it easy for her to fall asleep.
While she drifted between sleep and wakefulness, she heard the wheelchair scraping harshly across the smooth floor.
Mu Wanwan immediately awakened.
However, she maintained her previous position without moving.
Her warm breath remained trapped beneath the blankets, making her head feel dizzy.
What was this dragon planning to do now?
This time, she was definitely going to expose him to his face!
Mu Wanwan’s heart began beating faster.
Mr. Dragon while she was awake and Mr. Dragon when he believed she was asleep seemed like two completely different creatures.
There was the awkward, contrary, and shy dragon…
Versus the cold, arrogant, expressionless sovereign.
Without those fluffy ears that functioned almost like a cheat code by revealing his emotions, she had no way to communicate properly with him.
This time, she had to seize the opportunity!
The wheelchair was pushed aside somewhat forcefully.
Mr. Dragon stood up with his handsome face twisted in discomfort, no longer attempting to conceal the fact that he could move normally.
Step by step, he slowly approached the bed.
“Wanwan.”
He called Mu Wanwan’s name in a hoarse voice, as though testing whether she had truly fallen asleep.
Mu Wanwan did not move.
She even slowed her breathing slightly.
Her pretence was actually rather obvious.
However, in the eyes of a deeply jealous, vinegar-soaked dragon, there was nothing in the world except the unbearably offensive Clear-Heart Jade hairpin in his wife’s hair.
Mr. Dragon gently extended his hand and secretly replaced Mu Wanwan’s hairpin with the one he had brought back.
His movements were extremely gentle.
Unfortunately, his hands were far too large. *(:3」∠)*
Although Mr. Dragon tried his best not to ruin his wife’s hairstyle, he still managed to make a complete mess of her hair.
“…”
Mr. Dragon’s large hands helplessly fiddled with Mu Wanwan’s hair, making her so itchy that she was on the verge of exposing herself.
By the time he finally arranged the hairpin—badly—both the jealous dragon and Mu Wanwan had foreheads covered in sweat.
One was sweating coldly from nervousness.
The other was nearly dying from the heat beneath the blankets.
After another moment, just as Mu Wanwan prepared to sit up, seize Mr. Dragon by the collar, and demand to know what he was doing, he finally moved again.
He carefully climbed onto the bed.
Mu Wanwan: “…”
An irresistible force wrapped around her lower back.
By the time Mu Wanwan returned to her senses, Mr. Dragon had lain flat on the bed and used his long arms and equally long legs to trap both her and the blankets against his body.
Mu Wanwan: “…………??”
“Wife.”
Mr. Dragon buried his face against the shoulder of Mu Wanwan, who was wrapped like a silkworm cocoon.
His voice was hoarse, childish, and filled with grievance, making him sound like a tiny dragon hatchling even smaller than Mengmeng.
“You’re not allowed to dislike it.”
“You’re not allowed to dislike it, all right?”
Mu Wanwan’s ears instantly became hot.
She felt his arms tightening around her waist and suddenly discovered the source of the nightmares she had experienced the previous night.
With such a heavy dragon pressing his long arms and legs against her, it would have been strange if she had not suffered nightmares.
Mu Wanwan’s face was so red that she did not dare focus on what Mr. Dragon was saying.
She could only use these random thoughts to conceal the fact that her heart was already close to surrendering.
However, Mr. Dragon had become addicted to hugging her.
Even through the blankets, his wife felt so soft and comfortable in his arms.
Unable to resist, he pulled her even closer.
Mr. Dragon’s voice suddenly became cold and hoarse.
“Tell me. Who gave you the hairpin and pendant?”
“Did you find another fluffy creature outside?”
Listening to the jealous dragon, Mu Wanwan did not feel angry at all.
Instead, she experienced the strange, world-weary thought that Mr. Dragon was apparently capable of speaking so many words at once.
She decided that waking up now might be too early.
Perhaps Mr. Dragon still had more to say.
“I…”
Mr. Dragon’s dark eyelashes trembled.
His tone became even heavier.
Just as Mu Wanwan thought he might be about to become angry, she heard him say—
“I’m sorry.”
Her eyes widened slightly.
Mu Wanwan’s fingers tightened around the corner of the blanket.
“I came back late.”
Mr. Dragon hugged her tightly.
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t despise me.”
He slowly closed his eyes, his voice becoming softer, like a breeze brushing against her ear.
His fur had fallen out.
She must no longer like him.
“You’re not allowed to have any other fluffy creatures outside, all right…?”
His final words faded like the dying vibration of a string, striking Mu Wanwan’s heart one note at a time.
This foolish dragon.
This hateful yet adorable dragon.
Her favourite Mr. Dragon.
Why would he believe she despised him simply because the fur on his ears had fallen out?
She could no longer restrain herself.
Mu Wanwan truly did not want things to remain as they had before.
She stopped pretending, opened her eyes, and moved her limbs, trying to crawl out from beneath the blankets.
The instant Mr. Dragon felt her move, he immediately realised—
His wife had been awake!
Perhaps because he was too nervous, Mr. Dragon instinctively tightened his embrace even further.
Mu Wanwan struggled desperately.
By the time she finally broke free from the dragon’s restraints and emerged from the blankets, she felt as though her waist were about to snap.
She had been trapped beneath the blankets for too long.
The instant her head emerged, she could not stop herself from gasping several times.
“Mm… huff… haa…”
They were perfectly ordinary sounds of someone catching her breath.
However, to a certain dragon whose brain had short-circuited, they exploded like a series of bombs.
The bald ears Mr. Dragon had struggled to conceal immediately sprang out again.
With an indescribable gaze, he stared at the slightly loosened collar of Mu Wanwan’s clothing.
His eyes greedily travelled from the black hair scattered across her pillow, along the reddened tips of her ears, and slowly down towards her fair neck…
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