Her slight helplessness did not escape his notice.
Mr. Dragon placed the bag containing the “tonics” on the table, then reached out with his other large hand. His ears twitched as he took hold of hers.
Even after soaking in the icy seawater, his body remained warm. His broad palm wrapped around hers, carrying an indescribable warmth.
Mu Wanwan’s heart settled considerably. Holding his hand, she followed him to the bedside.
The communication token sounded.
Ao Qin’s slightly weary voice came through.
“We have searched all four forbidden grounds and found no trace of them. Can any of the elders provide a clue?”
Mu Wanwan’s heart trembled slightly.
She raised her head and looked at Mr. Dragon.
The side of his face, still marked by scattered curse patterns, formed cold, rigid lines.
However, when he noticed her gaze and looked towards her, his expression gradually softened.
Like warm sunlight touching an iceberg.
Unable to restrain herself, Mu Wanwan smiled at her dragon. She moved her fingers and silently intertwined them with his.
Surprise flashed through Mr. Dragon’s eyes.
He pursed his lips shyly and tightened his grip.
“The border region might be worth investigating,” another voice said. “That orphaned dragon grew up near the Special Lifeform Alliance. Later, something happened…”
The speaker blurred part of what he said.
Mu Wanwan felt Mr. Dragon’s grip suddenly tighten.
Her heart ached, and all she could do was squeeze his hand in return.
“Afterwards, that region was sealed, and a barrier was placed around it.”
Once the dragon finished speaking, a shrill laugh followed.
“Bai Huan, that barrier is at the late sixth rank. It won’t be easy to break, will it?”
“Jin Yan, I was merely offering a suggestion.”
The cool voice inside the communication token carried a trace of anger.
“Heh.”
Jin Yan sneered and seemed prepared to continue, but Ao Qin interrupted him.
“Enough!”
He sounded exhausted.
“You two are the Azure Dragon Clan’s representatives within the Golden Dragon and White Dragon clans. Since you are both participating in the encirclement operation, do not bring your personal grudges into this.”
They discussed the matter for a while longer before the communication token dimmed once again.
The cave instantly fell silent.
Whenever Mu Wanwan thought about what those dragons had done to Mr. Dragon in the past, she could not help becoming angry.
But Mr. Dragon must have felt even worse than she did.
After all, those were the memories he least wished to recall.
Mu Wanwan tried to think of a way to comfort him, but she did not know what to say.
The dragon beside her, however, was not feeling sad.
He was worried.
Those dragons had openly revealed that he was an orphan.
Although he knew in his heart that his wife would not despise him because of his origins, Mr. Dragon still felt deeply embarrassed and insecure.
His lips pressed tightly together, and his large hands gradually began trembling.
The human and dragon stood before the communication token with their hands overlapping, remaining silent for a long time.
“Mr. Dragon…”
“Wife…”
They spoke simultaneously.
One raised her head while the other lowered his.
Their gazes met.
Mu Wanwan saw the helplessness in Mr. Dragon’s eyes.
A trace of possessive obsession that he had failed to conceal wound through them and fell into her gaze. His raven-black eyelashes trembled as he attempted to hide it.
“You—you speak first.”
Mr. Dragon’s voice was quiet, clear, and deep.
Mu Wanwan suddenly stopped feeling nervous.
She remembered how awkwardly he had comforted her when she had failed to kiss him properly earlier.
Her lips curved.
“Mr. Dragon.”
She could feel the sweat in his palm.
“I’m hungry.”
Mu Wanwan saw his eyes flicker slightly, as though he were surprised that she had not despised him for being an orphaned dragon.
This foolish dragon.
Why was he still so lacking in confidence, even now?
“I’m hungry,” Mu Wanwan repeated.
Only when Mr. Dragon’s drooping ears recovered some of their curve did she finally breathe a sigh of relief.
Mr. Dragon paused.
Unable to resist, he turned towards her and lifted a strand of hair beside her temple with his slender fingers.
Indescribable emotions rippled through his eyes.
“We’ll eat outside.”
Mu Wanwan: “…”
Mu Wanwan: “???”
Wait.
Had she heard correctly?
Eat outside?
Where would they go, and what would they eat?
Mu Wanwan’s eyebrow twitched.
Somewhat helplessly, she asked, “Mr. Dragon, are we at the bottom of the sea?”
“Mm.”
He scratched his cheek with his free hand.
“I was afraid you would find it too dark, so I placed some luminous objects around.”
Mu Wanwan: “…”
She nearly laughed.
Looking at the dragon who had silently arranged the cave like a diligent little housekeeper, she could not resist tugging at the oversized sleeve she was wearing.
Blushing, she asked, “Mr. Dragon, these clothes…”
The pale-black robes were embroidered with golden thread.
They unquestionably belonged to him.
Mr. Dragon instantly turned red.
Even with his remarkable self-control, being directly questioned by his shy wife about why she had awakened wearing his clothes was more than enough to destroy his cold and aloof persona.
Mu Wanwan watched as the shameless dragon pursed his lips.
“Yours were dirty.”
Mu Wanwan: “…All of my clothes were dirty?”
She had brought several outfits with her when they left.
How could all of them have become dirty?
Besides, did Mr. Dragon not still possess numerous dresses reflecting his deathly peculiar taste?
Mr. Dragon’s ears trembled.
“Mm.”
He secretly breathed a small sigh of relief, then said with a slightly aggrieved expression:
“Mengmeng stepped on them and made them dirty.”
Mu Wanwan: “…”
“You don’t like shiny clothes.”
This time, Mr. Dragon was genuinely aggrieved.
…
Rewinding to when Mr. Dragon had anxiously carried Wanwan here—
The cave had originally contained nothing.
He had transformed into his half-dragon form, placed her upon the thick remaining half of his dragon tail, and repaired her meridians little by little.
That was also when the two of them had finished all the medicinal pills.
After his wife’s condition stabilised somewhat, he began arranging the cave.
However, while changing her clothes, because he had been extremely nervous—and for several other reasons—several of Mu Wanwan’s original garments had been torn by him. →_→
The dragon had initially wanted to dress his wife in something shiny.
But perhaps his tastes had left Mu Wanwan with a severe psychological shadow. Just as he was about to drape her in a rainbow of colours, he heard her quietly complain in her sleep:
“Don’t like… the dress.”
Mr. Dragon’s hand froze.
Half of his fragile glass heart shattered.
The remaining half was forcibly rescued by the wicked thought:
*Then his wife could wear his clothes.*
Even the small trace of grievance he felt while handling his little wife gradually transformed into indescribable joy.
However…
Seeing the guilt shining within Mu Wanwan’s eyes, the utterly shameless Mr. Dragon secretly acquired a new technique.
“Actually… shiny clothes are quite pretty too,” Mu Wanwan forced herself to comfort him.
Suppressing her overwhelming embarrassment, she added:
“But I prefer wearing yours.”
The instant she saw Mr. Dragon’s eyes light up, she suddenly felt as though she had dug an enormous pit for herself.
“CHIRP!!!!”
A rather miserable scream rang out.
Mu Wanwan was startled.
She immediately released a certain dragon and turned towards the chubby bird.
The small bag Mr. Dragon had placed on the table had been cleverly opened by Mengmeng, whose appetite had been increasing daily.
The semi-transparent green object inside had rolled onto the table.
A tiny bite mark was clearly visible along its edge.
It had obviously been secretly tasted.
The guilty little thief was currently rolling wildly across the floor.
“Chirp! Chirp-chirp—!”
Too—too disgusting!
Mengmeng regretted it!
Chirp had been wrong!
Chirp would never steal food again!
Mu Wanwan found its appearance both amusing and slightly frightening.
Were the tonics Mr. Dragon had brought back truly that terrible?
She walked forward, removed a Blue Star Grass seed, and rapidly cultivated it into a second-rank spirit plant before placing it in front of Mengmeng.
“Chirp~”
Wanwan was the best! ^▽^
Mengmeng hugged her hand.
Its enormous fluffy head, complete with large, watery eyes, enthusiastically rubbed against her fingers until Mu Wanwan began to feel ticklish.
“Heh.”
A cold voice drifted over.
Mu Wanwan looked back and saw a certain dragon turning his head away with an indifferent expression, as though to say:
*I don’t want to eat it at all, and I definitely haven’t transformed into a jealous lemon dragon.*
She laughed.
Mr. Dragon truly was still an immature dragon.
He was actually competing with Mengmeng, whose spiritual intelligence had only just awakened.
“Chirp! Chirp-chirp!”
The feather ball looked at her enthusiastically and chirped a series of confident promises that sounded as though they would certainly come true.
In the future, chirp would definitely grow larger than a dragon!
Chirp would become stronger than a dragon and defeat all the evil dragons!
Then Wanwan could keep making delicious food for chirp forever!
“All right.”
Mu Wanwan rubbed its crest feather.
“Then I’ll wait for Mengmeng to grow big and strong and defeat all the evil dragons.”
She also felt somewhat expectant.
Perhaps one day, she would be able to see Mengmeng grow up safely and happily, transforming into an elegant and carefree White Phoenix upon this continent.
Its broad, powerful wings would spread open, sweeping through the light and soaring against the wind, with a seven-coloured rainbow trailing behind it.
Although at present, it was still merely a plump little chirp. QwQ
“Chirp!”
They had to make a promise!
The little bird extended its considerably larger, though still not particularly large, wing and attempted to embrace her hand.
“All right.”
Gentleness filled Mu Wanwan’s features.
Looking at the fluffy bird, she extended her hand and gave it a high five.
“Chirp!”
Chirp would definitely—definitely grow up! ^w^
“Wife.”
Mr. Dragon’s slightly hoarse voice pulled Mu Wanwan from her imagination and returned her to reality.
Reality was that the immature dragon who became jealous of a bird had picked up the tonic while she was distracted.
Feeling rather sour, he mocked Mengmeng for stealing food.
“The part inside the tonic tastes good.”
His pale hand tore open the semi-transparent green outer shell.
He quickly removed a sticky, round white object from within.
“Come here.”
Mu Wanwan: “…”
Could she refuse to eat it?
“It tastes good.”
Mr. Dragon lowered his head slightly, as though attempting to argue his case.
Seeing Mu Wanwan’s speechless expression, Mr. Dragon ultimately compromised.
“Half for you. Half for me.”
Seeing how determined he was, Mu Wanwan also became slightly tempted.
Without changing his expression, Mr. Dragon placed half of the unappealing-looking object between his pale-pink lips.
His ink-black phoenix eyes looked at her with half-concealed shyness.
This was too much!
Mu Wanwan took two steps towards him.
A force wrapped around her waist and pulled her into his arms.
Something cool pressed against her lips.
Mixed with something considerably hotter, it immediately slipped into her mouth.
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