When Mr. Dragon met her gaze, his eyes darkened slightly, and he turned his head away in a somewhat dishevelled manner.
He had absolutely no way to resist her when she looked at him like that.
The room fell silent again.
Mu Wanwan could only watch as a certain dragon pressed his bluish-purple lips together, his long eyelashes trembling. She could not guess what he was thinking at all.
When she noticed the bloodstains on his legs growing increasingly obvious, she could no longer endure it.
She withdrew her hand and took out the wheelchair she had stored away earlier. After pressing the button, it unfolded into a form that could be sat in.
Then she gently explained, “My Lord, this is a little gadget I happened to obtain earlier. I thought it was rather interesting. Would you like to try it?”
Mr. Dragon’s face was pale.
Under her expectant gaze, all the thoughts he had built up about keeping his distance from her collapsed in an instant.
Joy surged through his heart, and light appeared in his eyes.
How could she possibly have found it by chance?
She was such a frugal person. She must have bought it specifically for him.
Mr. Dragon’s palms grew damp with nervous sweat.
He opened his mouth, yet could not even manage to say thank you. Under Mu Wanwan’s slightly expectant gaze, he merely nodded gently.
Mu Wanwan sighed in relief.
She reached out to support his arm. To bear his weight, even though she was extremely careful, she inevitably touched his waist.
The moment her hand came into contact with his warm, sensitive waist, both human and dragon stiffened simultaneously.
Mu Wanwan could feel Mr. Dragon’s scorching body heat travelling through the fabric into her palm.
Meanwhile, a certain dragon felt as though her soft fingers were lighting clusters of flames across his body.
The sensation formed a sharp contrast with the pain in his cursed calves. It was so vivid and intense that he had no way to ignore it.
As she moved him, Mu Wanwan tried her best to focus all her attention on the wheelchair.
She only felt the temperature beneath her hands growing hotter and hotter.
By the time she finally settled Mr. Dragon into the wheelchair, the inner robe he had only just put on had loosened slightly.
Standing above him, Mu Wanwan could see through the slightly parted robe.
From her angle, her gaze could travel terribly from his collarbone down to the faintly flexed, powerful muscles of his abdomen.
She immediately turned away, her voice trembling.
“M-My Lord, let me help you put on your clothes.”
Mr. Dragon’s face burned fiercely.
He tugged at the robe that had just been pulled open and replied quietly, “All right.”
Hearing his answer was like receiving a pardon.
Mu Wanwan hurriedly picked up the clothes scattered across the floor and took out the brocade robe she had bought earlier.
“M-My Lord, could you…”
She stammered, while the dragon was too embarrassed to speak.
However, he understood what she meant and calmly raised his arms.
Seeing him cooperate so obediently made Mu Wanwan feel a small sense of relief.
The two of them fumbled around for approximately fifteen minutes before finally dressing him properly.
Mu Wanwan crouched halfway down and spread the white fur cloak across his legs.
Looking at the blood seeping through the hems of his trousers, she eventually could not hold herself back.
“My Lord, let me examine your wounds…”
Mr. Dragon had already been touched by her in so many places. His entire body felt uncomfortable and restless.
Even the sound of her voice made his heart tremble.
The small amount of pain in his legs no longer seemed significant.
Besides, as long as he remained still, his calves would stop bleeding.
Allowing his wife to see them would only make her worry.
His wounds were also ugly. If she saw them, she might lose her appetite and be unable to drink the soup.
And so, a certain dragon pressed his lips together.
“It is nothing.”
Mu Wanwan’s heart began to ache faintly.
This dragon had only just woken up, yet he was already refusing to let her care for him.
What did he mean by saying it was nothing?
Did bleeding not hurt?
Unwilling to give up, Mu Wanwan asked, “Does it hurt badly?”
Mr. Dragon’s lips moved slightly.
With lowered brows, he replied in a cold voice, “It does not hurt.”
A burst of anger instantly flared inside Mu Wanwan.
Fine. If he said it did not hurt, then it did not hurt. She was not the one in pain anyway.
She prepared to stand, and the pendant Aunt Yun had given her shifted against her neck.
Feeling slightly uncomfortable, Mu Wanwan reached up and adjusted it.
When Mr. Dragon noticed that the pendant around her neck was not the one he had given her, his face paled for an instant.
It was a high-grade item capable of concealing cultivation.
It was not something she could currently afford.
If she had not bought it herself, then someone must have given it to her.
She had not possessed this pendant the last time she left home.
Someone must have gifted it to her while she was outside today.
Without him, she would surely be able to live very well.
A sharp pain suddenly pierced Mr. Dragon’s heart.
His hand tightened around the wheelchair’s armrest, and the bitterness and darkness within him nearly became impossible to conceal.
Mu Wanwan stood and inadvertently met his gloomy gaze before he could hide it.
The scorching emotion and fleeting viciousness within those eyes startled her.
Thinking she had somehow angered him, she subconsciously retreated two steps, her eyes filled with grievance.
What had she done wrong?
She had only helped him put on some clothes.
Why was the dragon who had seemed perfectly fine moments earlier now looking at her like that?
She had never done anything to wrong him.
Why was he so different awake compared to when he had been asleep?
Why was he so fierce and cold?
It was as though all the sweet words he had spoken to her during those many nights had been false.
All that talk about “wife,” kissing her, and hugging her had probably been hallucinations caused by excessive mental stress.
He was cold and indifferent.
He was simply an arrogant dragon.
Everything the people outside said about him was true.
She should never have bothered caring for him.
The more Mu Wanwan thought about it, the more aggrieved she became.
What right did this dragon have?
What right did he have to treat her like this?
Her hands instinctively clenched the sides of her skirt.
Her eyes grew hot, and her tear ducts ached.
She had wanted to smile.
She had wanted to say, “Mr. Dragon, let’s eat together.”
Yet in the end, she could only blink her eyelashes, which had become damp with disobedient tears.
Her voice emerged hoarse and humiliatingly tearful.
“My Lord, the soup is on the table. I-I would like to refine some pills first.”
Mr. Dragon had already begun panicking when he saw the shock and sadness in her eyes.
He saw her fingers twisting the fabric of her skirt and her reddened eyes.
His mind went completely blank.
He had upset her.
He had frightened her.
When he heard her say that she wanted to refine pills, he stared at her helplessly.
She turned her head away, unwilling to look at him, clearly focused only on escaping from his side.
His heart tightened viciously.
By the time he regained his senses, he had already grabbed the corner of her robe.
Mu Wanwan was still angry, and her sense of grievance had not faded.
When she felt someone gently tugging at the hem of her clothes, she turned around impatiently.
She saw the detestable dragon looking at her with an expression even more aggrieved than her own.
He quickly withdrew his hand and lowered his head, refusing to look at her.
After a long silence, he muttered, “Eat together.”
Mu Wanwan: “…”
She stared at the fluffy ears that were nearly flattened against the top of his head again.
Her emotions shifted from complete grievance into something strangely complicated.
Watching his ears, she tested him by saying, “My Lord, I’m not hungry.”
Silence filled the room once more.
Mu Wanwan watched helplessly as his ears drooped lower and lower, reaching an even more pitiful angle than before.
Her mood improved slightly.
Mu Wanwan suddenly laughed.
She felt as though she had begun to understand something.
Blinking her still-tearful eyes, she added, “But I would still like to eat a little.”
As soon as she finished speaking, she watched a certain dragon’s ears gradually regain their previous curve.
She felt both helpless and amused, completely unsure how to describe her current emotions.
She simply walked over, pushed his wheelchair to the table, and served him a bowl of soup.
Had she forgiven him?
Mr. Dragon did not know what Mu Wanwan was thinking.
The jealousy inside him had not yet faded. The thought that someone he did not know had given her something still made him miserable.
Only after drinking the delicious spiritual ox-bone soup his wife had prepared did he begin to feel slightly better.
This was the first time Mu Wanwan had ever seen Mr. Dragon eat by himself.
He sat perfectly straight, and his movements were graceful and elegant.
Just like the little Mr. Dragon, he ate very slowly.
She watched as his ears straightened slightly with every mouthful of soup, occasionally trembling.
He clearly loved it.
Her heart itched at the sight, and she could not help asking, “My Lord, does it taste good?”
Mr. Dragon visibly trembled.
Refusing to be honest, he answered, “Mm.”
He glanced at her calmly and added, “It is acceptable.”
Mu Wanwan nearly laughed from anger.
She finally understood.
This dragon had a terribly twisted and awkward personality. He refused to say what he truly thought, and whenever he did speak, his words were enough to infuriate someone to death.
No wonder he was still an unwanted, single old dragon after more than a hundred years.
Who could possibly tolerate someone like this?
Had she not raised him for so long and grown genuinely reluctant to part with him, she would not want him either.
Feeling spiteful, Mu Wanwan silently began competing with Mr. Dragon for the soup.
However, when Mr. Dragon noticed that she seemed to enjoy it, he simply finished the bowl already in front of him.
Then he sat quietly to one side, his ears twitching as he secretly watched her drink.
Stupid dragon.
Stupid dragon.
Stupid dragon!
He was such a large dragon. How could such a small bowl of soup possibly be enough?
Mu Wanwan had originally been testing him.
She was not particularly hungry in the first place.
This time, she did not ask his opinion. She reached past his hand and served him another bowl.
“My Lord, I cannot finish any more.”
Mr. Dragon looked at her rosy lips and the pendant resting against her neck.
His heart felt both jealous and restless.
He was afraid she had not eaten enough, but her eyes were bright, and she seemed to be eagerly waiting for him to continue drinking.
He could only fulfil her wish.
—
While the human and dragon carefully guessed at each other’s thoughts and cautiously tested one another, the human cultivator who had been the first to purchase Mu Wanwan’s pills returned from his sect’s trial.
He personally visited Uncle Chen and Uncle Zong to thank them, saying that if not for the pills they had sold him, he would probably have died during the trial.
Uncle Zong did not notice anything unusual.
However, the perpetually smiling Uncle Chen appeared thoughtful.
Their shop lacked popularity, and business had always been miserable.
There were also two people in their household who were in poor health.
Xiao Qian—Mu Wanwan—also appeared short of money.
It would be wonderful if they could use certain methods to increase the pills’ selling price.
He had spent the past few days thinking about what to do.
The cultivator’s visit today provided him with a new idea.
Uncle Chen smiled as he saw the cultivator off.
One day later, news began spreading among the human cultivators.
The first-rank Spirit-Replenishing Pills sold by Huayun Pharmacy were supposedly as effective as second-rank Spirit-Replenishing Pills from other stores—and could even reduce the effects of curses to a certain degree.
What?
Spirit-Replenishing Pills could lessen curses?
What kind of joke was that?
Second-rank cultivator Li Ran had thought exactly the same thing when he first heard the rumour.
Spirit-Replenishing Pills could reduce curses?
If that were true, what was the point of Poison-Cleansing Pills, Demon-Expelling Pills, and Snow Condensation Pills?
They had not even bothered drafting their lies properly before boasting!
But when he looked at the curse that had been wrapped around his dantian for several months, he could not prevent himself from being tempted.
What if…
What if the pills truly worked?
With that thought in mind, he secretly visited Huayun Pharmacy while no one was around and bought a bottle of their Spirit-Replenishing Pills.
The result was that the curse inside his body genuinely weakened considerably.
Spirit-Replenishing Pills could truly reduce the effects of curses?
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