His little wife sat cross-legged on a cushion on the floor, wearing another one of his robes. She had folded back the pale cuffs and embroidered a few tiny patterns along them.
Her long black hair was dishevelled, and the Heart-Clearing Jade had shattered into several pieces, losing all its colour.
The rich medicinal fragrance unique to pills of the fourth rank and above grew increasingly distinct. His sea of consciousness felt as though it were being gently soothed by an invisible hand, and his exhausted, tightly strained divine sense gradually began to calm.
Yet Mr. Dragon clenched his fists and lowered his eyes. Even the cave, illuminated by luminous pearls, seemed to darken.
From where he stood, he could see a section of her pale wrist exposed beneath her sleeve. Bright green spiritual energy danced at her fingertips, alongside faint traces of blood.
The prolonged strain had pushed her body beyond its limits.
His heart felt both sweet and bitter, and his eyes began to sting.
He was not the sort of dragon who cried.
But his eyes never listened to him. They were always stinging.
Silent as a shadow, he watched Mu Wanwan’s back. Despite being such a large dragon, he carefully hid behind the curtain.
In truth, Mu Wanwan had noticed him the moment he entered.
She knew he had returned, but her concentration did not waver. Her determination to successfully refine this pill was too strong. Even when her spiritual energy began to fail her, she still refused to give up.
Every impurity was removed, and the pale medicinal liquid completely fused with the Spirit-Fortifying Pills.
The original three pills had now become a single milky-white pill.
Cold sweat slid from her forehead onto her eyelashes. Mu Wanwan took a deep breath. Without hesitation, at the instant the pill was about to form, she supported a third-rank Spirit-Raising Grass with her spiritual energy while her other hand grasped several spirit stones, preparing for the final breakthrough.
She moved incredibly quickly.
Before a certain dragon could react, dazzling green light erupted around her.
Mr. Dragon stared at the blood dripping from her fingertips, unable to suppress the fear in his eyes.
The pill furnace gradually emitted a shrill, hissing noise. The nearly completed pill trembled violently, as though it had gained a certain degree of spirituality and was trying to break free from the alchemist’s control.
“Condense.”
Mu Wanwan bit down hard on her lip and forcefully shouted the word inside her heart.
In the next instant, she felt nearly all the spiritual energy within her dantian surge through her fingertips and pour into the round, milky-white pill.
Her vision became blurry, but something within her sea of consciousness seemed to shatter an invisible barrier.
The existence resembling “mental energy,” which she had only been able to vaguely sense before, gradually became clear at that moment.
Her eyes could barely make out the pill inside the furnace, yet some invisible force clearly revealed everything within the furnace directly to her.
The moment all her spiritual energy was completely absorbed, a faint purple line gradually appeared across the round pill.
It was something possessed only by pills of the fourth rank and above—
A pill marking.
A smile blossomed on Mu Wanwan’s lips. She tried to lift her arm and place the pill inside a jade bottle, only to see the newly formed pill, which had acquired a small amount of spirituality, begin bouncing around as its fragrance filled the entire cave.
Mu Wanwan tried to stand and catch it, but her legs gave way beneath her, and she fell somewhat awkwardly into a certain dragon’s arms.
The disobedient pill was also sealed inside a jade bottle by Mr. Dragon and held securely in his hand.
He had not cleaned himself yet. His body was still covered in seawater and carried a faint fishy smell.
With her dantian completely drained of spiritual energy and her sea of consciousness newly expanded, Mu Wanwan was in so much pain that she frowned deeply. Her legs were weak, and her face was deathly pale.
Forget standing upright—even pushing away this cold, unpleasant-smelling dragon was beyond her strength.
For some reason, Mr. Dragon was different this time. Unlike his usual gentle movements, his actions were somewhat rough.
For the first time, Mu Wanwan realised that the vegetative dragon—the seemingly fragile little Mr. Dragon—truly possessed an astonishing amount of strength.
One wet arm firmly locked around her waist, forcing Mu Wanwan against his chest.
Her cheek was pressed against the cold seawater covering him and the warmth of his body beneath it. She was extremely uncomfortable and could only lift a weak fist and strike his back.
“Let go.”
Her voice was feeble, almost floating through the air. The tiny amount of force she used against his back could not possibly hurt him. It was practically no different from tickling him.
Mr. Dragon, who usually obeyed nearly everything she said, stubbornly held on for another two seconds after Madam clearly ordered him to release her.
Only then did he loosen his arms.
The support around her waist disappeared. Before Mu Wanwan even had time to catch her breath, her wrist was seized.
Sweat had dampened her eyelashes, making it difficult to see clearly. The tiny amount of divine sense she had only just developed had also been completely exhausted during the refinement process.
Thus, Boss Wan had truly transformed into a powerless little wife who could not even restrain a sweet little dragon.
She only felt herself being forced down against a hard body. His soaked clothes drenched hers as well.
“W-What are you doing?”
What had happened to this dragon today?
Usually, he was extremely particular. Whenever he returned from the sea, he would always clean himself and change his clothes before coming inside.
Yet today, he was dripping wet.
“Eat.”
His voice carried an unmistakable hoarseness.
Mu Wanwan felt the pill she had worked so hard to refine being pinched between two long fingers and pushed towards her lips.
Had she not reacted quickly enough, Mr. Dragon would already have succeeded.
Even so, her teeth still scraped off a tiny piece of the pill.
It melted the moment it entered her mouth, transforming into a continuous wave of warm medicinal energy that immediately eased some of her discomfort.
Mu Wanwan blinked.
Only then did the world before her become clearer, allowing her to see the rather embarrassing position the human and dragon were currently in.
Mr. Dragon was seated on a jade stool, while she sat on his lap.
The dragon held her from behind. One arm was wrapped tightly around her waist like an octopus tentacle, while his other hand held the pill beside her lips, ready to feed her at any moment.
Her back was pressed firmly against his chest. Her robes had been soaked by the seawater on his body, leaving her both cold and hot at once.
She immediately became embarrassed.
She could not understand why the dragon, who had previously been so shy, had suddenly become so forward today.
When he had hugged her before, she could explain it away as him worrying that she might fall.
But now, she could not find a single excuse for him.
Moreover, his thighs were extremely hard, making it uncomfortable to sit while being held in his arms.
Mu Wanwan turned her head to avoid being force-fed the pill and quickly said, “The pill is for you.”
“You’re squeezing me. Let—let go.”
“No.”
Compared with how obediently he had released her the first time, Mr. Dragon was now shamelessly behaving like a dragon still going through his rebellious teenage phase.
Mu Wanwan struggled twice, but his arm felt as solid as iron.
She sighed helplessly and softened her voice.
“It hurts.”
The pressure around her waist immediately eased.
However, a warm breath brushed past her ear. Mu Wanwan shuddered as she heard the dragon speak in an incomparably aggrieved voice.
“So you know what pain feels like?”
Mu Wanwan: “…”
“Didn’t you realise your hand was bleeding?”
Only then did she lower her head and look.
Without her noticing, the blood from her hand had smeared all over the moon-white robe she had altered from one of Mr. Dragon’s garments.
“I…”
“You—you overexerted yourself again.”
Perhaps Mr. Dragon finally felt as though he had caught her in the act. His voice was cold and fierce, yet to her ears, it sounded oddly soft and childish.
“How many times has this happened now?”
Mu Wanwan: “…”
“It’s all…”
A weight settled on her shoulder.
From the corner of her eye, Mu Wanwan saw a certain dragon’s ears appear. They drooped flat against his head.
“It’s all because of me.”
Mu Wanwan: “?”
“I’m no good.”
He sounded as though he was about to sink into an abyss of misery.
“Useless.”
He truly had given her nothing.
Apart from being able to guarantee their most basic living needs, he could not provide her with anything else.
She even had to expend so much effort refining pills for him.
Although she was clearly the one who had been injured, Mu Wanwan felt as though this dragon was the one about to collapse.
Seeing him like this was honestly…
A little adorable. qwq
Mu Wanwan felt terribly immoral.
The dragon was almost dying from guilt and distress, yet an unmistakable smile had appeared in her eyes.
Summoning her remaining strength, she pried Mr. Dragon’s arm away and stood up.
She swayed briefly, switched positions, then, with a faint blush on her face, turned around and sat astride his lap under his surprised and vulnerable gaze.
This dragon really was a mess.
Seawater had clumped his black hair into damp strands, and his fringe stuck to his cheeks. Apart from his long, curled eyelashes, which remained stubbornly lifted, even his dark brows seemed to droop.
“I was wrong.” Mu Wanwan looked up at him. “I won’t force myself like this again.”
She explained seriously, afraid that this dragon would start doubting his entire existence again.
“You’re wonderful. This isn’t your fault.”
After she finished speaking, she saw the dragon press his lips tightly together, unable to utter a word.
However, his determination to make her eat the pill remained unwavering.
Mu Wanwan realised that if they continued arguing like this, both she and the dragon would remain cold and wet for a long time.
She could only surrender.
“Then… we’ll share it.”
Mr. Dragon finally moved.
His dark phoenix eyes lifted slightly. One large hand pressed against her waist while the other brought the pill to her lips.
Although he did not speak, his cold expression perfectly conveyed the intentions of an overbearing CEO dragon.
She had to eat it.
Mu Wanwan was nearly resigned to her fate.
After spending so much time together, she knew very well just how enormous the difference was between Mr. Dragon’s inner thoughts and his outward appearance.
But she had worked so hard to refine a fourth-rank pill with a pill marking. She had made it especially for him.
How could she possibly eat it alone?
Mu Wanwan formed a plan in her heart and smiled gently at him.
Then she watched as the dragon’s expression softened slightly.
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