Let us set aside for the moment how a certain shamelessly clingy dragon repeatedly and aggrievedly asked his favourite wife who had given her the pendant and hairpin before finally falling into a deep sleep.
More importantly, even after falling asleep, he stubbornly continued holding Mu Wanwan around the waist.
Although he was not using much strength, his arms and chest were both hard and solid. Holding his soft wife was extremely comfortable for him, but Mu Wanwan was not comfortable in the slightest.
The poor woman was already utterly exhausted, even her soul weary, yet she was still trapped in the embrace of a hard, ugly dragon.
Fortunately, it was winter, and a certain dragon’s body temperature was exceptionally high, making it barely tolerable. Otherwise, Wanwan might have been squeezed awake immediately.
Even so, Mu Wanwan’s sleep remained extremely uncomfortable.
First, she dreamed that Mr. Dragon had never actually returned.
Then she dreamed that she had gone back to the cage where the young Mr. Dragon had been imprisoned. The demonic birds charged inside and frantically tore at both their bodies.
Mr. Dragon wrapped an arm around her waist, the cage disappeared, and the two of them escaped.
However, for some inexplicable reason, she then fell into an enormous furnace, and her entire body became unbearably hot.
After a long while, the enormous furnace dragon finally awakened.
He carefully released his flushed wife—who was red only because she was overheating—and shyly twitched his now somewhat sparse fluffy ears.
Then he extended his broad hand and gently wiped away the sweat covering her forehead.
He tried to restrain himself.
He failed.
So he secretly kissed her again.
Mr. Dragon licked his lower lip, as though savouring the soft sensation.
It should have been a rather seductive gesture, yet he performed it with an exceptionally serious expression.
Mr. Dragon glanced at the spirit stones scattered across the floor. Many had already been drained of their energy.
After thinking briefly, he shook even more spirit stones from his spatial storage, cleared a narrow path wide enough for someone to walk through, and then filled the rest of the room with them.
Once his wife reached the fourth rank and developed spiritual consciousness, he would give this spatial storage to her.
“Chirp…”
While Mr. Dragon was spreading spirit stones across the floor, Mengmeng finally awakened.
Its body had been singed black by the fire, and the evil dragon’s slap had nearly killed it from the pain.
The moment it woke, it hurriedly raised a tiny wing and touched the cowlick on top of its head that had only recently grown back.
This was Mengmeng’s favourite feather.
Without it, Mengmeng would no longer be handsome.
After confirming that its precious cowlick remained intact, the little fluffball supported itself on its thin legs and stood up.
When it saw the spirit stones piled across the floor, their brilliance nearly blinded its enormous eyes.
So many sparkling things had suddenly appeared inside the house!
Mengmeng loved sparkling things!
They made Mengmeng feel incredibly comfortable!
Mr. Dragon glanced at the excited little fluffball with the scornful gaze of an overbearing CEO.
*Hah. What an uncultured country bird that has never seen the world.*
The inhumanly wealthy, domineering CEO Mr. Dragon seemed to have forgotten that when he had first seen sparkling spirit stones, he had been even more excited than the little fluffball.
He ignored Mengmeng and allowed it to roll happily across the pile of sparkling stones.
After briefly cleaning both himself and Mu Wanwan, he took out the pills she had previously refined for him to carry.
There were still some left.
He had been reluctant to consume them before, but now they were perfect for his wife.
Feeding her medicine…
Mr. Dragon’s cheeks heated.
He could finally feed her pills in the manner he had once imagined.
Although this time, the person taking the initiative had changed from his wife to him.
“Wife, may I feed you a pill?”
Mr. Dragon remembered how Mu Wanwan had once used similar words to touch his ears when he had been unable to respond.
The corners of his lips curved upwards.
He did not resemble those elegant and refined handsome dragons at all.
Instead, he had perfectly imitated the roguish aura of a shameless scoundrel dragon.
“May I use…”
Mr. Dragon still possessed the tiniest shred of moral restraint and was too embarrassed to say the word *mouth*.
“…to feed you the pill?”
“If you don’t answer, I’ll assume you’ve agreed.”
Half awake and half asleep, Mu Wanwan vaguely heard Mr. Dragon’s voice.
She had actually regained consciousness, but she remained too exhausted to get up.
However, feeding her medicine?
Before Mu Wanwan could react, she felt a certain dragon’s fingers gently hold her chin.
His warm, damp, and hurried breath fell against her lips, carrying an unmistakable tremor.
What was Mr. Dragon planning to do?!
“Be good.”
His magnetic, hoarse voice, strained with suppressed emotion, exploded against her ears.
Mu Wanwan’s mind went completely blank.
Something soft and slightly cool pressed against her lips, accompanied by the rich fragrance of a pill.
Then something damp, smooth, and soft entered her mouth, carrying the Spirit-Restoring Pill with it—
The sweet orange flavour of the pill and its dense spiritual energy immediately spread through her mouth.
Accompanied by a light, seemingly accidental touch, Mu Wanwan’s mind emptied entirely.
She could no longer think.
Mr. Dragon was not doing much better.
He already regretted it.
He was about to spontaneously combust.
Aside from the scattered curse markings, there was almost no skin left on his face that retained its normal colour.
The blush spread all the way down his neck, staining even his exquisite collarbones with an ambiguous shade of red.
In the end, although Mr. Dragon had originally planned to kiss her thoroughly, he was the first to surrender.
He quickly released his little wife and pretended to remain calm as he wiped away the thin thread of moisture clinging to the corner of her lips.
Then he stood up and “calmly” straightened his slightly dishevelled long hair.
His steps grew faster and faster.
He felt rather hot.
He needed to go to the side hall, splash his face with cold water several times, and calm himself down.
In reality, from the perspective of Mengmeng, who had already eaten its fill of “sparkling things,” Mr. Dragon’s so-called calm departure looked more like an old dragon with a flushed face, unsteady footsteps, and a body that had been completely drained. →_→
“Chirp~”
The bad dragon had finally received his punishment.
Mengmeng was delighted!
After Mr. Dragon closed the door and left, Mu Wanwan, who remained lying on the bed, finally opened her eyes.
She must have been dreaming just now!
Otherwise, how could that dragon, who was awkward and contrary to an unimaginable degree, have behaved so…
Passionately and boldly?
However, the sweet orange flavour remaining in her mouth, the warmth still lingering against her chin, and her forehead, which barely hurt anymore…
Everything told her the truth.
She had not been dreaming.
Her dragon had truly returned.
He had treated her wound.
He had even secretly kissed her.
Mu Wanwan patted her cheeks and attempted to sit up.
However, a sore and weak sensation suddenly spread through her waist. A numbness shot up her spine, nearly causing her to collapse back onto the bed.
Why did she feel so uncomfortable after merely sleeping?
Still, after checking herself, it seemed that nothing had happened.
Mu Wanwan stared blankly for a moment before gradually returning to her senses.
After struggling several times, she finally managed to sit halfway upright.
Only then did she clearly see an extremely conspicuous and indescribable outfit hanging from the bed curtains opposite her.
The entire dress was bright pink.
Its material looked exceptionally, outrageously expensive.
The style was extremely unusual.
It did not resemble a padded jacket with a silk skirt, nor did it resemble the loose, flowing robes favoured by female cultivators.
Instead, it looked rather like a modern princess dress.
The collar was trimmed with the fur of some unknown animal—in several different colours.
Simply looking at the dazzling pink dress almost made Mu Wanwan unable to breathe.
Her eyes began to hurt.
When her gaze reached the hem, she discovered that it had even been embedded with colourful gemstones.
Apart from looking expensive, the dress possessed no beauty whatsoever.
Why was something like this hanging beside her bed?
Mu Wanwan rubbed her head.
Then her gaze drifted towards the side of the bed, and she was nearly blinded by the spirit stones covering the floor.
“Chirp!”
Seeing that she had awakened, Mengmeng happily picked up a sparkling spirit stone.
It jumped from the mountain of stones onto the side of the bed and placed the sparkling treasure it had carefully selected into her hands.
Mu Wanwan accepted the spirit stone in a daze.
What was happening?
Had Mr. Dragon brought all of these back?
The sound of the door being pushed open came from beside her.
Mu Wanwan instinctively looked towards it and met Mr. Dragon’s long, narrow eyes.
He appeared somewhat healthier than before.
His complexion was no longer completely bloodless and pale. The once-terrifying curse markings had faded considerably, leaving only scattered traces of black and crimson.
He looked more like the young Mr. Dragon now.
Only grown up.
The tip of his nose was no longer as round as before. His eyes and brows remained dark.
Most infuriatingly, his eyelashes had somehow grown even longer.
She did not know what he had gone outside to do.
His long black hair hung loosely down his back, and droplets of water slid past his temples.
His broken horn remained as fierce-looking as ever.
However, why did those previously white and fluffy ears appear almost bald?
Perhaps because Mu Wanwan’s gaze was too astonished, Mr. Dragon realised what she had noticed.
In the next instant, the ears vanished, as though they had merely been her imagination.
Mu Wanwan blinked and lowered her head.
For a moment, she did not know what to say.
Mr. Dragon appeared equally uncertain.
He merely entered with a cold expression and casually closed the door behind him.
The moment the door shut, both the woman and the dragon froze.
It was broad daylight.
A lone dragon and a lone woman were inside together.
And he had closed the door.
What exactly were they planning to do? *(:3」∠)*
Mu Wanwan’s face reddened slightly.
From the corner of her eye, she saw a certain dragon solemnly unfold the wheelchair she had previously obtained from Uncle Tie and sit in it.
He then lowered his head towards the spirit stones covering the floor, adopting the appearance of someone preparing to cultivate.
Mu Wanwan immediately felt irritation rise within her.
Was this dragon not going to explain anything to her?
Why had he returned so late?
Why had the curse markings on his face faded so much?
Why had he brought back such a ridiculous number of spirit stones and a dress bright enough to blind her?
Surely the dress was not intended as a gift for her?
Mu Wanwan turned her head and felt something slipping from her hair.
She instinctively raised her hand and pulled a hairpin from her tangled locks.
Mu Wanwan: “…”
Oh.
This was not the same hairpin Jiu Qing had previously given her. 🙂
Seeing Jiu Qing’s hairpin resting on the nearby table, Mu Wanwan could no longer restrain herself.
This dragon had carried her back without even loosening her hair, yet he had somehow found the time to replace her hairpin?
What exactly had Mr. Dragon been thinking?
“Mr. Dragon—”
“You—”
They spoke simultaneously.
Mr. Dragon did not dare look at her. His fingers scratched lightly against the back of the wheelchair.
“…”
Mu Wanwan fell silent.
She had intended to let him speak first, but after waiting for a long time, the dragon still said nothing.
She felt slightly helpless.
Then she remembered the miserable young Mr. Dragon from Uncle Tie’s memories, and her heart ultimately softened.
Her voice carried a trace of grievance.
“Why did you only come back now?”
This was the first time she had complained to him in such a manner.
However, rather than causing a dramatic reunion filled with guilt, agony, and heart-wrenching pain like a tragic romance, it merely made Mr. Dragon’s heart itch.
He looked at Mu Wanwan’s messy hair, her slightly disordered clothing, her fingers unconsciously gripping the bedsheet, and her lowered eyes.
Even the tips of his ears felt hot.
He wanted to explain.
He wanted to tell her that he had encountered difficulties.
Yet he feared making her worry.
For a long time, he could not force out a single word.
Only when Mu Wanwan finally became unable to bear it and looked at him did he speak in a deep voice, wearing a cold expression.
“Clothes.”
“What?”
Mu Wanwan looked at him.
Mr. Dragon remained silent as he slowly moved the wheelchair through the narrow path between the piles of spirit stones.
He approached the bed and stopped in front of her.
A faint breeze swept past Mu Wanwan, blowing her long hair across her eyes.
An uncontrollable trace of beautiful anticipation rose within her heart.
With a slightly flushed face, she straightened her hair.
Then she saw Mr. Dragon holding the indescribable bright-pink dress that had previously been hanging beside the bed.
“Pretty.”
Mr. Dragon’s voice was cool and indifferent.
However, Mu Wanwan detected a trace of anticipation in the slight trembling of his eyelashes.
“For you.”
Mu Wanwan: “…”
Her hands trembled as she accepted the dress from him.
For the sake of love, she gritted her teeth and lied against her conscience.
“I quite like it.”
A certain dragon’s eyes immediately brightened.
The corners of his lips rose slightly, and a fleeting smile rippled through his eyes.
Then Mu Wanwan watched him carefully produce another dress from who knew where.
It was similar in style to the bright-pink one, except this one was pale purple.
He awkwardly held it out towards her.
“There are more.”
Mu Wanwan: “…”
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