Mu Wanwan, who had been kissed by divine consciousness in her dream, felt absolutely nothing. In fact, she even slept very soundly.
By the time she woke naturally the next day, the sun outside was already high.
With slightly messy hair and a faint bloody taste in her mouth, Mu Wanwan felt as though her entire waist and legs had given up on her. When she had first transmigrated, she had been in a constant state of tension, and her body had barely relaxed. At the time, although she had felt that her swollen knees hurt terribly, she had kept enduring it.
After that, whether it was being nearly forced to cough blood by Ao Qin’s spiritual pressure or cleaning Mr. Dragon’s wounds, she had gritted her teeth and pushed through. Yet now, after sleeping, all her exhaustion surged up at once.
“Haa.”
Mu Wanwan’s arms trembled as she rubbed her aching waist and struggled to sit halfway up.
Her gaze shifted to the tyrant lying inside the bed. He did not seem to have changed, only his ugly complexion appeared to have eased slightly. Although his lips were still bruised purple, perhaps because she had dripped Hundred Treasures Fruit juice on them last night, they looked as though they were covered with a sticky, smooth layer, like…
Like they had been kissed swollen.
The thought suddenly appeared in her mind. Mu Wanwan hurriedly shook her head, trying to throw that terrible idea out.
But she suddenly remembered something. Since she thought of Mr. Dragon as a vegetative dragon and felt there was no need to be too cautious in front of him, she directly lifted the quilt. Wearing only her inner clothes, she slowly climbed across most of the jade bed and half-lay beside him, reaching out as if she were searching for her phone to feel around for the low-grade spirit stone she had placed by his ear last night.
After feeling around for a long while, she did not find the spirit stone. Instead, she ended up with a handful of ash.
Mu Wanwan was a little mentally exhausted. She had still been somewhat sleepy at first, but after touching that handful of ash, she became completely awake. Her mood was complicated, both happy and worried.
The low-grade spirit stone was gone, and there was now a pile of ash. That meant Mr. Dragon could absorb spiritual energy while in a vegetative state. This also meant that if she got more spirit stones every day and placed them by Mr. Dragon’s bedside, perhaps he could suffer less and wake up sooner.
But almost the very next second, Mu Wanwan felt like crying.
They were currently poor to the point of death. Even eating was a problem. Where was she supposed to get so many spirit stones to feed Mr. Dragon?
She flicked off the small pinch of ash from her hand, then gently touched Mr. Dragon’s broken horn.
“I have to work hard and think of a way. Otherwise, I won’t be able to afford to raise you.”
Mu Wanwan originally wanted to get up, but when she exerted herself, a twisting pain suddenly came from her abdomen. Her legs went weak from the pain, and she fell straight onto the quilt.
Cold sweat gradually seeped out on her forehead. Mu Wanwan drew in a sharp breath and lifted her inner shirt. What entered her sight was a large patch of purple bruising, looking rather frightening.
This should be the injury from being suppressed yesterday, right? She had thought it wouldn’t leave any marks.
Mu Wanwan hurt for a while, then struggled to climb up. First, she smeared a little of Mr. Dragon’s external wound ointment on herself. The icy green ointment slowly spread the moment it touched her skin. Before long, waves of coolness came from the bruised area, and the pain clearly lessened a lot.
Mu Wanwan was very satisfied with the immediate effect of this medicine. However, she did not use too much. After all, there was not much ointment left.
After briefly treating her own wound, Mu Wanwan hurriedly washed up and changed clothes. She reheated some of the leftover congee from last night, fed some to Mr. Dragon, tidied the bed, checked Mr. Dragon’s tail, cleaned the room, washed the dishes, washed the clothes, and busied herself for most of the day.
Fortunately, the recent weather was fairly good, and the daytime sun was quite strong. Mu Wanwan found two longer poles and made a simple clothes rack herself, then hung up the washed clothes properly.
Only after finishing all this did Mu Wanwan remember the other half of the Hundred Treasures Fruit sitting on the table.
Although she had infused it with some wood-type spiritual power, after being left overnight, the Hundred Treasures Fruit still looked somewhat shrivelled, as if it were no longer as plump as before.
Mu Wanwan’s original plan had been to divide one fruit over three days. That way, it would also be absorbed better. But now, it seemed this fruit could not be stored for long. So she took the fruit and walked to Mr. Dragon’s side, cut open the peel, squeezed out the juice, and fed it to Mr. Dragon.
As she fed him, she felt that the person in front of her seemed to have become a little red in the face. Hidden beneath the somewhat black-red patterns, it was not very obvious.
Looking closely, even his ears seemed a little red…
“Is it too hot?”
Mu Wanwan felt as if she had understood some new dragon-raising skill.
“Do dragons dislike heat?”
She spoke softly, causing a certain dragon, who had just absorbed some energy and finally recovered a little consciousness with great difficulty, to fall into silence.
Actually, dragons did not dislike heat that much.
Mr. Dragon silently said this in his heart. Then he felt the quilt being lifted, and a warm-cool hand gently touched his arm. That spot felt as if someone had suddenly branded a small mark onto him. Clearly, it had no temperature, yet it was so hot to the dragon.
Mu Wanwan touched Mr. Dragon’s arm and felt that his body temperature was all right, so she did not lift the quilt completely. Instead, she helped wipe his mouth clean. Looking at the shrivelled fruit in her hand, which now had only a layer of peel left, she still could not bear to throw it away. Silently, she turned around and gnawed the fruit clean.
She thought no one would know about this embarrassing scene, but Mr. Dragon’s fingers beneath the quilt twitched as if in pain.
Mu Wanwan gnawed on a fruit peel. Perhaps it was only psychological, but she felt as if she had absorbed quite a bit of spiritual power. She stretched lazily, looked at the bright sunlight outside the room, suddenly thought of something, and couldn’t help smiling.
“I want to take you outside to bask in the sun.”
“If your scales don’t get sunlight for too long, will they become calcium deficient?”
Her tone was very relaxed. But when Mr. Dragon’s divine consciousness touched the fruit core on the table, gnawed completely clean and placed there because she could not bear to throw it away, his heart still ached, filled with countless complicated feelings.
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