Mu Wanwan called him a stupid dragon twice more to vent her frustration. Her tears gradually stopped, but she still could not forget the look in little Mr. Dragon’s eyes. Her chest felt terribly stifled.
Although the person beside her was no longer little Mr. Dragon—the little dragon who had never seen a dragon egg or eaten a spirit-chicken egg before and had therefore foolishly mistaken two spirit-chicken eggs for dragon eggs—she was still reluctant to let go of him.
She even had a terrible thought—
What if the incredibly realistic dream she had just experienced had not been a dream at all, but something Mr. Dragon had truly gone through?
Then Mr. Dragon was far too pitiful.
Even more pitiful than little Mr. Dragon.
His childhood had already been so miserable, yet after growing up, he had even become a vegetative dragon. *(:з」∠)*
The beautiful horns and adorable little tail that had always been covered in injuries when he was young were both gone now. He might even have been afflicted by some kind of curse. Being beaten and strung up after fighting seven opponents at once was honestly both tragic and somewhat ridiculous.
Mu Wanwan gently closed her eyes.
Feeling the warmth radiating from his body, the image of little Mr. Dragon became increasingly clear in her mind, yet her heart gradually calmed.
She did not move away.
As a result, Mr. Dragon’s body temperature began rising alarmingly.
A faint flush spread across his handsome, wickedly beautiful face. In a place where Mu Wanwan could not see, his spiritual consciousness circled several times before shamelessly edging closer to her—
The quilt had been dirtied a while ago. It had been washed but had not yet dried, so they had slept together yesterday as well.
Besides, he had only just regained consciousness.
Perhaps she had actually leaned against him very early last night!
Mr. Dragon felt his heart beating a little faster.
He had only just connected the fourth fragment of his primordial core and recovered roughly the strength of a third-rank cultivator. He could now remain awake for one or two hours each day. Although he still could not move freely, he was already able to open his eyes and move his upper body.
But at this moment, he could only pretend that he was still unconscious.
Even Mr. Dragon’s muscles were slightly tense—
After all, what if he suddenly moved and frightened Madam?
In her eyes, he had been unconscious all this time. If he suddenly woke up the moment she hugged—hugged him, wouldn’t that make him appear like an insufficiently pure and innocent dragon?
Mr. Dragon himself did not know what nonsense he was thinking.
He only felt as though the entire world had been reduced to her breathing and warmth. The thunderous pounding filling his ears was entirely the sound of his own heartbeat.
Thump.
Thump.
Thump.
It was terribly noisy for a dragon.
His spiritual consciousness slowly and shyly slid ambiguously down Mu Wanwan’s long black hair. When it touched the tears that had yet to dry at the corners of her eyes, it abruptly stopped.
All of his romantic thoughts seemed to scatter beneath a passing breeze.
A troubling suspicion slowly emerged in Mr. Dragon’s heart. His spiritual consciousness anxiously moved downwards. Only when it touched the wound on her neck where Chirp had pecked her did he release a sudden breath of relief.
The mark left by the dream-inducing grass had already vanished.
It appeared that she had not cried because she entered his dream and was frightened by his true form.
That made sense.
If she had been frightened into tears, she probably would not be this close to him.
Mr. Dragon had only just relaxed when another thought occurred to him, making his ears twitch again—
Why was there a wound on her neck?
For the first time, his spiritual consciousness lingered carefully over her injury without a single improper thought.
It was small and not particularly serious. The wound was shallow and had avoided the blood vessels. The bleeding had already stopped. A little ointment had been applied, and a scab had formed.
It looked almost like an intimate kiss mark.
After confirming that Madam was fine, Mr. Dragon became jealous once more.
Whatever had caused the wound was definitely not something like a cabinet. Given Madam’s personality, it could not have been another person either.
That left only some sort of animal.
He had not even touched her neck yet!
Mr. Dragon felt terribly sour with jealousy, even though Madam was currently inside his bed.
He secretly moved the arm Mu Wanwan was not holding. His palm was covered in sweat.
Although being embraced by her made him feel unbearably warm, Mr. Dragon still wished that time could pass more slowly.
Just a little more slowly.
Once his heartbeat settled, the room seemed to become peaceful all at once.
The long-awaited sunlight outside gradually streamed through the window and fell across the smooth floor, reflecting scattered patches of light. It was as though it were reminding the people inside the room to hurry and get up—the sun had already been awake for a very long time!
“Chirp!”
As soon as the sunlight reached the floor, the little fluffball opened its eyes.
Its small wings had healed considerably, and under Wanwan’s care over the past two days, it had regained some energy. Its personality was no longer as quiet as it had been at first and had become somewhat troublesome.
Apparently dissatisfied at having awakened all alone, the fluffball began launching a merciless sonic attack.
“Chirp, chirp!”
“Chirp! Chirp!”
“Chiiirp!”
Its young voice was crisp and clear. When it reached Mu Wanwan’s ears, the last remnants of her sleepiness disappeared.
Pulled out of the dream and returned to reality, she once again faced the heavy responsibilities of raising a dragon, raising a fluffball, and helping Yun’er cultivate more spiritual plants.
No matter how much her heart ached for little Mr. Dragon in the dream, she still had to get up and work.
The instant Mu Wanwan’s arm left Mr. Dragon, a certain already-jealous dragon nearly leapt up and threw the obstructive bird outside.
It would have been fine if the thing had remained silent.
The moment it chirped, Mr. Dragon immediately remembered that the wound on Madam’s neck had been pecked by this very fluffball.
It had helped him once by preventing Madam from entering his dream, so he supposed it had earned a little credit.
But now, just as he had finally obtained a rare opportunity to spend a short amount of time with Madam without needing to act secretly, this bird had ruined everything again.
“Little Mr. Dragon.”
Mu Wanwan sat up and looked at Mr. Dragon.
Aside from the difference in their broken horns, he looked identical to little Mr. Dragon. Even their fluffy ears were exactly the same, occasionally twitching from side to side.
Her gaze softened.
Mu Wanwan gently stroked one of his furry ears before preparing to get out of bed.
After she suddenly touched his indecently sensitive ear, Mr. Dragon’s face grew hot.
His spiritual consciousness followed her as she walked towards the wardrobe. The memory of the last time she had changed clothes suddenly appeared in his mind.
As though it had been scalded, his spiritual consciousness immediately turned around and fled back.
No.
An honourable and upright dragon would never secretly watch such a thing.
Unless Madam herself wanted to show him.
However, refusing to look was one matter. Indulging in wild thoughts was another.
Mr. Dragon felt utterly shameless.
After blushing and thinking inappropriate thoughts for some time, he finally forced himself to calm down and properly repair his meridians—
As for tonight…
They would deal with tonight when it came.
…
Mu Wanwan changed her clothes and efficiently began handling the household chores.
She washed up, cleaned Mr. Dragon and the fluffball, made breakfast, fed the dragon and the bird, washed and hung up the clothes, then tidied the room.
After some thought, she took advantage of the good weather and brought the quilt and mattress outside to air in the sunlight.
She then organised the things she had bought last time and changed the soil. After spending half the day working, she finally began cultivating spiritual plants.
Mu Wanwan had purchased several small pots at the market specifically for growing spiritual plants.
She estimated that the spiritual soil Uncle Zong had given her would last for some time, so she had not bought any more.
All right—the main reason was that she could not afford it.
After visiting the market several times, Mu Wanwan had gained a clear understanding of prices.
Even at the relatively inexpensive elven market, spiritual soil was extremely costly. A small bag of ordinary spiritual soil usually required three to five low-grade spirit stones.
Spiritual soil with slightly better effects was even more expensive.
Uncle Zong had given her spiritual soil the first time they met and had later given her another large bag. Although it was not particularly high-quality spiritual soil, it was already very precious.
Moreover, Uncle Zong had promised to help her this time.
Although part of the reason was that the spiritual plants she cultivated possessed some unusual properties, Mu Wanwan remained extremely grateful to them.
Life was difficult for Uncle Zong.
She had met Yun’er before as well. She was such a gentle and kind woman.
Precisely because they were good-hearted people, Mu Wanwan was even more determined not to disappoint them.
Besides, the past month had seemed peaceful, but there was no telling when Bai Shuiyao and Ao Qin might come looking for trouble with her and Mr. Dragon.
She needed to hurry and earn more spirit stones and medicinal materials.
With that thought in mind, Mu Wanwan worked faster.
She sprinkled a little spiritual soil into a pot, took out a second-rank Blue Star Grass seed and began preparing to cultivate it.
The seeds of second-rank Blue Star Grass were slightly larger than first-rank seeds, but they were also drier and harder. It was obvious at a glance that they would be far more difficult to cultivate.
Mu Wanwan was not discouraged.
First, she channelled a small amount of wood-attribute spiritual energy into the seed to examine its vitality. The seed absorbed spiritual energy rather slowly.
After hesitating for a moment, she picked up another seed.
This was a small pattern she had discovered over the past few days.
Before formally cultivating a seed, she could judge its vitality by observing how quickly it absorbed spiritual energy. The faster it absorbed the energy, the higher its chances of successfully germinating.
Although her spiritual power was somewhat unusual, she had still experienced failures halfway through cultivation.
After several failures, Mu Wanwan developed the habit of testing each seed before cultivating it.
Unfortunately, after testing several seeds in succession, she discovered that none of them possessed greater vitality than the first.
Her brows furrowed slightly.
Mu Wanwan now roughly understood why second-rank spiritual plants were more difficult to cultivate than first-rank plants.
She did not continue wasting spiritual power testing the remaining seeds. Instead, she buried the first seed in the soil and began cultivating it.
Approximately six or seven minutes later, after consuming nearly one-fifth of the spiritual energy inside her body, the first seed finally cracked open with tremendous difficulty.
Three tender green shoots slowly emerged beneath her expectant gaze.
Mu Wanwan released a relieved breath and stopped supplying spiritual energy.
After resting briefly, she picked up another Blue Star Grass seed and began cultivating it.
However, her luck was not always good.
The next two seeds both failed. They exploded directly inside the soil, and the force sent the perfectly damp earth flying out of the pot and splattering across her face.
Mu Wanwan: “…”
All right.
Nothing was easy.
She calmly wiped her face clean and continued.
The next few attempts also ended in failure. It was only when she reached the seventh seed that she successfully cultivated another plant.
After spending the entire noon and half the afternoon working, Mu Wanwan had completely exhausted the spiritual energy in her body and finally managed to cultivate three spiritual plants.
She carried the three pots containing the hard-won tender shoots into the courtyard.
After finding a location with excellent sunlight, she cleared the best spot for the three trembling sprouts. She also brought the quilt and dried clothes back inside.
She made a little too much noise upon returning to the room, waking Mengmeng.
“Chirp~”
It was probably still a very young bird.
After eating its fill every day, it easily fell asleep. However, its naps were not particularly long. It frequently woke during the daytime, and whenever it woke, it demanded affection.
Fortunately, its presence meant she was not so lonely during the day.
A smile appeared between Mu Wanwan’s brows.
She stroked Mengmeng’s tiny scarf and received an affectionate nuzzle in return.
Her palm tingled.
Mu Wanwan carefully avoided Mengmeng’s injuries and stroked its small head.
Seeing the thin cord still tied around its leg, she thought for a moment before speaking in a gentle, negotiating tone.
“Mengmeng, I’ll untie the cord, but you mustn’t run around. All right?”
“Chirp~”
Mengmeng chirped several times, sounding as though it were promising that it absolutely would not run around.
Mu Wanwan untied the cord.
Truthfully, she did not want to keep Mengmeng tied up forever.
It could only remain in one place and occasionally looked at her with its tiny eyes. It truly was rather pitiful.
Besides, the little bird was not like Mr. Dragon, who was currently incapable of moving.
If possible, Mu Wanwan wanted Mengmeng’s life to be more comfortable.
She had heard that this type of mountain tit did not possess a very long lifespan. Living for more than ten years was already considered exceptionally long.
Mu Wanwan did not want to imprison Mengmeng.
Besides, regardless of species, all young creatures were probably filled with curiosity towards the world.
Just like little Mr. Dragon.
“Chirp!”
Perhaps sensing that her mood had dropped, the newly freed fluffball nuzzled against her palm.
“Mengmeng is so well-behaved.”
Mu Wanwan’s heart nearly melted, and her mood improved slightly.
“Chirp~”
Mengmeng rubbed against her palm once more. Then, almost humanly, it flapped its tiny wings and began moving step by step—
It still had difficulty moving. Its steps were somewhat unsteady.
However, perhaps because its nutrition had improved recently, Mu Wanwan felt as though it had grown more feathers.
Mengmeng waddled crookedly across the bedside cabinet.
Mu Wanwan watched happily, thinking that a little additional exercise would be good for the fluffball.
Then she saw the bird suddenly jump from the cabinet onto the jade bed.
Mu Wanwan’s heart nearly stopped.
There was still some distance between the bedside cabinet and the bed. She nervously checked the fluffball and only relaxed after discovering that it was still lively and energetic.
However, she still wanted to stop it.
Although she had cleaned the little thing and Mengmeng’s claws were not dirty, hopping around on the bed could easily soil the quilt!
“Mengmeng…”
Mu Wanwan walked towards the bed, intending to scoop Mengmeng up.
However, although the bird was tiny, its movements were remarkably nimble. It was impossible for Mu Wanwan to gently catch it.
She could only watch helplessly as the fluffball jumped from the jade bed onto the quilt and then…
Jumped onto Mr. Dragon’s body?!
“Mengmeng!”
Mu Wanwan called its name.
Mengmeng chirped repeatedly while seemingly searching for something. It stepped directly across Mr. Dragon’s face before stopping beside one of his fluffy ears.
Then it affectionately rubbed itself against the furry ear and released several delighted chirps.
Mu Wanwan: “…”
—
**Author’s Note:**
The vegetative dragon who was bullied by a fluffball during those years—
- Lost his beloved head pats.
- Lost the opportunity to be the first to kiss her neck.
- Had his face stepped on.
Mr. Dragon, grinding his teeth: “That fluffball truly is my lifelong enemy.”
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