Was this a dream?
Mu Wanwan’s eyes stung. The icy touch of Mr. Dragon’s hand against her cheek felt almost unreal.
Her chest hurt, and her soul was exhausted. Her forehead had struck the pill furnace, and she had bled so much. It must already be badly bruised and look terribly ugly.
Why did he have to return now?
He had not come back when she wore rouge and dressed herself up beautifully.
He was truly hateful!
A weight suddenly wrapped around her waist, and the world before the dazed Mu Wanwan began to spin.
Through her blurred consciousness, she vaguely felt something tighten around her waist.
Mr. Dragon seemed to have lifted her into his arms.
Her hand instinctively clutched his soaked, icy clothing. Mu Wanwan leaned against his shoulder, finding everything before her too real to believe.
Her dragon had returned.
Her dragon had truly come back.
“Uwaa…”
Although it was embarrassing, Mu Wanwan ignored the pain in her forehead and buried her face in his chest.
The tears she had held back for more than ten days poured out all at once.
Mixed with the scent of blood, they tasted painful, bitter, and sweet.
At least he had remembered to come back.
She had thought he would never return.
Mu Wanwan’s tears continued rolling down like scattered pearls, leaving the bad dragon completely at a loss.
He had never known what to do when she cried.
And this time, she was crying because of him and for him.
When had his wife ever become this anxious over anything except matters concerning him?
She was calm and strong.
Before he had recovered and awakened, she had carried the entire burden of their lives by herself.
The maidservants had treated her harshly. She had possessed almost no spirit stones. She had been faced with a courtyard in complete disarray and an overwhelming amount of housework for a mere first-rank cultivator.
On top of that, she had needed to care for the miserable, paralysed him.
Back then, his tail had still been rotting constantly.
He had been so ugly.
He had been unconscious.
He had even smelled terrible.
Yet despite facing such difficult circumstances, she had never been this heartbroken.
A faint light appeared within Mr. Dragon’s eyes.
He slowly tightened his arms and held her even closer.
She had lost a great deal of weight.
Had she become thinner because she had been worrying about him?
He had encountered several unexpected problems during this journey.
He had been too greedy.
He had wanted to collect everything he had hidden in several different places and bring it all back.
However, the treasure vault near the edge of the territory had been occupied by demonic creatures.
After finally defeating them, he encountered a baleful wind blowing up from the abyss.
Had the leader of the Special Lifeform Alliance not happened to pass by and lend him a hand, and had he not personally helped construct the formation surrounding the residence, he might truly have been unable to return this time.
During the battle, and while he had been forced to hide miserably beneath a cliff face as blade-like demonic energy swept past, he had not feared death at all.
He had only felt unwilling to leave her behind.
He held her name on the tip of his tongue and whispered it over and over.
Even when trapped in a desperate situation, the only thing he could see in his mind was her face.
On the first day after breaking his promise, the scales covering half his body shattered and blood poured from him.
Yet his heart had been consumed entirely by the frantic fear that she would leave him.
He…
He was already so useless.
All he had wanted was to buy her several beautiful outfits, save some money for her, and let her see what the supreme-grade spirit stones she had always longed for actually looked like.
They were said to be more beautiful than anything else.
If he could not even accomplish those things, then he would truly be the most useless dragon in the entire world.
On the fifth day after breaking his promise, the curse inside his body erupted again.
The pills she had refined became the only comfort he possessed while he could do nothing but crawl across the ground.
He had missed her.
He had missed her so, so much.
By the eighth day after breaking his promise, the thought he had once entertained of leaving her behind and travelling alone had been completely uprooted and destroyed by the emotions he could no longer suppress.
In its place grew panic and madness, spreading wildly like weeds.
What if…
What if she could no longer wait for him?
Whenever he imagined that he might never return, that she would grieve for a while before hating him, forgetting him, and beginning a new life…
Whenever he imagined that the person filling her heart and eyes in the future would no longer be him, but another dragon—or perhaps even that fluffball →_→…
He became so jealous that he nearly went insane.
He wanted nothing more than to swallow her whole and keep her inside his stomach.
He…
Mr. Dragon pressed his lips together.
Aside from the demonic creature he had encountered just after hatching, he had never met anyone who treated him as kindly as she did.
Her curved brows, her brilliant smile…
When she was with him, she would become shy and blush, yet she could also be so straightforward.
Every part of her had grown into exactly the form he loved most.
He was a dragon who brought misfortune to others.
He was an ugly dragon who was different from every other dragon.
Mr. Dragon had never imagined that, during his dark and solitary life, he would encounter someone like her—someone who resembled sunlight.
She had said that she was his wife.
His wife.
He had once thought, *You’re still so weak, and your future remains uncertain. It would be better to pretend to be indifferent.*
But after seeing the light sparkling within her eyes and secretly kissing her lips, he could no longer let go.
Fortunately, she had continued waiting for him.
She had not abandoned him.
“Wanwan…”
Mr. Dragon looked at the moisture clinging to her eyelashes and softly spoke her name.
Blood dripped from his robes, yet he seemed unable to feel the pain.
His heart was filled only with shameless, selfish joy.
“I’m back.”
He lowered his head slightly, the corners of his lips lifting as his voice softened.
“I’m back.”
Mu Wanwan tightened her grip on his clothing.
She was willing to remain immersed in this dream.
The exhaustion from refining pills for so many days had seeped into her soul. She had remained tense for far too long, and the moment she heard Mr. Dragon’s voice, she finally relaxed.
The accumulated exhaustion and pain overwhelmed her like floodwaters bursting through a dam.
Although she still had countless things she wanted to tell him…
She wanted to complain that he had taken so long to return.
She wanted to ask whether he had been injured again.
She wanted to reassure him that she would always remain beside him from now on.
She even wanted to hold a knife against this damned, foolish dragon’s throat and make sure he could never abandon her and leave alone again!
“Bad dragon…”
Mu Wanwan muttered the accusation and allowed herself to sink into a darkness where she no longer needed to feel afraid or anxious.
Mr. Dragon blinked his dark, curled eyelashes.
He released the broken horn and fluffy ears he had kept hidden while outside.
He looked rather miserable.
Because he had hurried to return, he had suffered many injuries.
Although he now possessed an abundance of spirit stones and pills, his appearance was still ugly.
For example, almost all the fur covering the enormous fluffy ears of his dragon form had been scraped away, leaving them practically bald. *(:3」∠)*
“Chirp…”
Just as Mr. Dragon prepared to carry his beloved wife out of the ruined study, Mengmeng struggled to roll over.
After releasing several fiery burps, the little fluffball had nearly been smoked into a round, black bird.
Its large eyes blazed with fury as it glared at the evil dragon who had suddenly appeared.
“Chirp! Chirp, chirp! Chirp—cough!”
The bad dragon had returned far too late!
Had the magnificent Mengmeng not been so powerful, Wanwan would have been burned by the fire!
As Mengmeng angrily scolded him, its stomach became increasingly uncomfortable.
The alchemical flames it had swallowed were still far too powerful for a little fluffball.
Mr. Dragon clicked his tongue.
He looked at the increasingly plump, delicious-looking, fluffy bird his wife had brought home and imagined the miserable days awaiting him after he permanently lost his own fluffy ears.
He truly wanted to throw the bird onto the floor and ignore it.
However, Mengmeng was still weak.
Even with its powerful bloodline, if a few more hours passed, the alchemical flames would burn straight through its body.
“Be quiet.”
Mr. Dragon’s low voice echoed through the empty room.
He placed his index finger against his lips and, unusually, gave the constantly chirping ball of fluff a slightly gentler expression.
“She’s asleep.”
“Chirp…”
In the end, Mr. Dragon still could not abandon the little fluffball.
He separated a thread of spiritual energy and used it to suspend the uncomfortable Mengmeng behind him before returning to the bedroom.
He shoved a pill into Mengmeng’s mouth.
Then he violently grabbed the little bird by its tiny feet, held it upside down, and struck its stomach several times.
Mengmeng spat out all the flames it had swallowed.
The pitiful fluffball kicked its two thin legs and was slapped unconscious by the evil dragon.
It took Mr. Dragon thirty seconds to deal with his future rival and third wheel.
The corners of his lips rose, and his mood improved considerably.
Imitating what she had once done for him, he removed her bloodstained outer clothing with a red face.
He gently wiped the blood from her face, smoothed the loose strands of hair stuck to her forehead, and carefully applied a high-grade medicinal ointment.
Only after the wound on her forehead disappeared did he slowly release a breath of relief.
Fortunately, he had brought back many valuable things this time.
Otherwise, the wound might have left a scar on her forehead.
Although he did not care what she looked like, he had previously overheard other dragons boasting that women cared greatly about their appearance and enjoyed dressing themselves beautifully.
He had once been too poor and possessed nothing valuable to give her.
That must have been why she had never been able to buy high-quality jewellery or beautiful clothing in all sorts of styles.
In truth, he had noticed the hairpin she was wearing immediately.
It was made from exceptionally pure Clear-Heart Jade, which could help an alchemist calm their mind and quickly enter the proper state for refining.
It was an extremely rare treasure.
His wife could not possibly have purchased it herself.
Someone must have given it to her.
Jealousy surged within Mr. Dragon’s heart.
Unable to restrain himself, he removed the hairpin Jiu Qing had given Mu Wanwan and replaced it with the Clear-Heart Jade hairpin he had brought back.
Although his was neither as attractive nor as large as Jiu Qing’s…
He remained silent for a moment.
Then, feeling awkward and wronged, he placed Jiu Qing’s hairpin beside the bed.
He had originally wanted to smash it.
Mr. Dragon’s face showed no expression.
Only the resentment boiling within his dark eyes betrayed him.
In retaliation, he kissed Mu Wanwan’s lips until they became damp.
Only after a long while did he leave her lips with a red face.
Once he had finished taking care of Mu Wanwan, the excessively fastidious dragon finally frowned and removed his white fur cloak and brocade robes, which were soaked with blood and torn to shreds.
After a moment of thought, he removed his undergarment as well, revealing an upper body covered in fresh scars.
Dense blade wounds crisscrossed his body.
Some were still new, with blood steadily seeping from them.
Mr. Dragon instinctively swept his broad hand across a slightly painful abdominal muscle.
He quickly realised what he was doing, and his face turned crimson once again.
Although his wife was unconscious, did this not make it seem as though he was behaving like a pervert?!
His bald, furless ears twitched.
Mr. Dragon’s eyelashes trembled.
He had originally intended to retrieve several magnificent outfits from the spatial storage he had brought back—clothes that others had once given him, designed to emphasise his cold and arrogant appearance.
However, after thinking about it, he opened the wardrobe with a strange trace of anticipation.
Two new sets of underclothes were folded neatly in a prominent position.
Beside them were dark-blue and moon-white robes.
Among the outer garments was an additional black feathered coat in his size.
She had bought him more clothes.
Mr. Dragon picked up one of the undergarments and could not resist gently rubbing his cheek against it.
It smelled fragrant.
It carried the scent of the soap plant she usually used.
So happy. *w*
So very happy.
He carefully cleaned himself before putting on the new clothes his wife had bought.
He even changed into a new pair of under-trousers.
After some thought, he retrieved a bright-pink outfit from his spatial storage.
His palms became sweaty with nervousness.
This was the most precious piece of clothing inside his storage space.
After considering it, he hung the outfit beside the bed.
When his wife awakened, she would see it immediately.
She would certainly be delighted.
“Mm…”
The curse, which had not yet completely faded, and the injuries that had worsened over the past half-month caused a wave of pain.
Mr. Dragon released a muffled groan.
He poured a pile of spirit stones from his spatial storage and slumped onto the floor beside them.
The pile grew until it was as tall as the bed.
Only after absorbing a considerable amount of spiritual energy did he begin to feel slightly better.
Looking at Mu Wanwan, who remained quietly asleep, he shyly pinched his fingers together.
It had been such a long time since he had slept beside his wife.
He wanted to sleep with her.
A faint blush appeared across Mr. Dragon’s handsome face.
Without hesitation, he carefully climbed onto the bed and slowly slipped beneath her blankets.
The soft, warm sensation immediately made him stiffen.
He had overestimated himself.
Why had he believed he could simply lie beneath the same blankets as her and do absolutely nothing?
Mr. Dragon secretly turned his head slightly.
He saw Mu Wanwan’s fair collarbone, half concealed beneath the blanket.
He immediately closed his eyes and slowly took her hand.
It was so warm.
Just like before.
He wanted so badly to hold her while they slept.
His bald fluffy ears twitched.
In the end, the wicked dragon failed to overcome the desires within his heart.
Gently and carefully, he adjusted his wife’s limbs.
Ignoring her faint, uncomfortable resistance and the rapid rise in his own body temperature, he forcibly pressed her into his arms.
They had already completed their wedding ceremony.
She had touched his dragon tail and horns, which no one except his mate was permitted to touch.
They had even shared intimate bodily contact—or something resembling it.
She knew that he had previously pretended to be asleep, yet she had still accepted him gently.
She had told him she was not an outsider.
She had waited for him for such a long time.
She was no longer allowed to run away.
Even if she later discovered the sharpness, restraint, and obsession concealed beneath his weak, helpless, and pitiful appearance…
Even if she regretted it…
She could not run.
She had to remain beside him and be his one and only wife for the rest of his life.
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