Mu Wanwan watched Mr. Dragon’s long black hair drift through the water, leaving rippling traces of varying depth. Paired with his handsome, pale face, he really did look like an exquisitely delicate beauty of a dragon.
Only when he drew closer did Mu Wanwan notice the faint scales still floating across his body. Whenever he passed through the mottled spots of light, they refracted beautiful colours.
It should have been an extremely beautiful scene.
Beneath Mr. Dragon’s slightly deep-set brow, faint yet intense joy gathered. His eyes shone with golden light like stars. He stretched one long arm towards her through the deep seawater, his movements elegant, like a mermaid prince from a fairy tale about to draw her into his arms.
Mu Wanwan could not help placing her hand against the light barrier. Rare anticipation welled up inside her, and her heart beat slightly faster as she waited for this awkward dragon to give her an extremely romantic reunion.
Then, filled with expectation, she watched as that dragon, for some unknown reason, suddenly stiffened.
He quietly lifted his dark brows and glanced at her.
Then, with a flick of his slightly incomplete dragon tail, he swam away.
Mu Wanwan: “…”
Mu Wanwan: “???”
Expressionless, she withdrew her hand and stood at the cave entrance for a while.
Only then did she see Mr. Dragon again.
He did not look much different from before, except that he had now draped a piece of clothing over himself. It was very long, the sort that even covered half his tail. →_→
This time, he still swam towards her in an extremely romantic manner, but Mu Wanwan felt absolutely no emotional fluctuation.
At such a romantic moment, this dragon had actually been worried about appearing bare in front of her?
Mu Wanwan was torn between laughter and exasperation. She watched as a certain dragon broke through the light barrier and transformed back into human form before her.
The long robe happened to cover him below the knees, wrapped around him tightly, exposing only his firm calves and a pair of large feet.
His hair was wet, the strands at his forehead clinging to his cheeks. His complexion was rather pale, and his thin lips were pursed, giving him an aloof expression.
“You’re awake?”
His slightly hoarse voice echoed faintly inside the empty cave. However, the end of his sentence lifted ever so slightly, betraying the fact that he was in a very good mood.
“Mm.”
Mu Wanwan answered. Her gaze swept across him, and she immediately lowered her head in embarrassment.
This dragon…
The way he was dressed seemed even worse than being naked.
She had only glanced at him by accident, yet all the romance that had just vanished seemed to transform into a teasing, ambiguous atmosphere.
The deep-blue robe clung to his body, outlining the beautiful abdominal muscles and lines she had seen countless times while he had been bare. Droplets of water slid down from his delicate jaw, travelled along his Adam’s apple, and disappeared into the half-open robe that revealed half his chest.
Mu Wanwan’s fists clenched slightly, and she instinctively took two steps backwards.
Why had this dragon suddenly become so unfairly seductive?
“Are you uncomfortable?”
Mr. Dragon narrowed his long phoenix eyes slightly, concealing the cold killing intent within them towards the Golden Dragon Clan. Even his voice grew colder.
“Ah…”
Mu Wanwan shook her head and hurriedly waved her long sleeves.
“No.”
She felt as though this dragon’s aura had somehow changed.
Where had that whimpering little dragon gone?
She bit her lip and secretly encouraged herself. Before Mr. Dragon returned, she had clearly said she would show some courage as an adult. Why was she acting so useless now?
Still worried, Mr. Dragon took a step forward.
Mu Wanwan retreated another two steps, until her back pressed against the slightly cold stone wall.
She regained some clarity.
Remembering that the temperature was still rather cold and Mr. Dragon was soaked through, Mu Wanwan quickly took out a handkerchief from the mustard-seed space and handed it to him.
“Hurry and dry yourself.”
“Mm.”
Mr. Dragon accepted the handkerchief. His palm, still covered in droplets of water, brushed against the back of her hand, leaving behind a damp and ambiguous trace.
She drew her hand back as though she had been burned.
Mr. Dragon was not much better. His ears quietly reddened, though he pretended to remain calm as he wiped the water from his face.
During the days his wife had been unconscious, he had bound the communication token to himself and fled for a long time before finally finding a slightly safer place.
It was close to the Abyss and home to many dark creatures, somewhere the various races were unwilling to come.
Every time he saw her pale and lifeless, lying unconscious in his arms with her eyes closed, he could not suppress the killing intent in his heart.
The darkness he had almost entirely restrained after she came to his side had nearly erupted completely during these past few days.
It was as though his world had once again returned to dead silence and darkness.
He had even thought that if something happened to her, he could drag the entire continent into destruction with him.
That was what he had been best at throughout the past hundred years of his dragon life.
Fortunately, she was fine.
Suppressing the tremor in his heart, Mr. Dragon carefully hid away those terrifying thoughts. He merely did as she wished and quietly dried his wet hair.
Mu Wanwan bit her lip.
She really wanted to step forward and kiss him, but when her gaze touched Mr. Dragon’s damp, beautifully lined neck, she ultimately lost her nerve. *(:з」∠)*
Although… although this dragon really did seem to be tempting her.
Mu Wanwan touched her face, took two sets of clothes from the mustard-seed space, and handed them to a certain dragon.
“You should change first. I’ll wait inside.”
When Mr. Dragon heard her words and met Mu Wanwan’s shy, evasive eyes, his heart tightened.
Seeing how embarrassed she was, his handsome face also turned red.
He instinctively reached out and caught her wrist.
His eyelashes trembled like two soft little brushes. His voice lowered, and his tone carried a slight grievance.
“Don’t go.”
Mu Wanwan’s heart instantly softened.
She raised her head and looked at his pale face.
“Then… then I’ll turn around. Change quickly.”
A certain dragon pursed his lips, and his body temperature gradually rose.
Changing clothes behind his wife—did that count as openly taking advantage of her?
The dragon also felt somewhat dazed.
He remembered hearing other dragons say in the past that, as an adult dragon, there were times when one needed to take the initiative.
Although there were still many things he needed to learn, and this environment was not suitable for doing anything embarrassing with his wife, if it was only kissing, should he not muster some courage befitting an adult dragon?
Inside the slightly spacious cave, the rustling of fabric created an ambiguous sound.
Mu Wanwan felt as though she had waited for almost half a century before the sounds behind her gradually quieted.
Was he done?
Mu Wanwan raised a hand and pressed against the heat spreading across her face.
Before she could fully recover, her wrist was caught.
A somewhat cool presence pressed against her back, and from the corner of her eye, she glimpsed a certain dragon’s beautiful ankle.
Hot breath brushed against her ear.
“Wife.”
Mr. Dragon murmured softly.
As though exhausting all the courage of an adult dragon, he spent half a day forcing out two words.
“Kiss me.”
His half-bald ears popped out uncontrollably, and his handsome face flushed completely red.
No matter how possessive his thoughts might be, his actions remained those of an immature braised dragon.
Just taking the initiative once was enough to make him nearly combust on the spot.
Mu Wanwan turned around and met his ink-black eyes and pale lips.
This time, she no longer hesitated.
A fire rose inside her heart.
For once, she wanted to be domineering. Faced with this coy dragon’s request, she wanted to kiss him until he fainted.
Having made up her mind, Mu Wanwan caught Mr. Dragon’s wrist with one hand and carefully pressed the other against his chest.
She pushed the dragon into the corner, rose onto her tiptoes, closed her eyes, and kissed him with one smooth, forceful motion.
Only…
The sensation seemed a little wrong?
Mu Wanwan gave him one quick peck and hurriedly lowered herself back down.
A low laugh sounded beside her ear.
Sensing that something was wrong, she opened her eyes and saw Mr. Dragon standing there with an expressionless face, as though he had not just laughed. His thumb brushed across his slightly reddened chin.
Mu Wanwan: “…”
She lowered her head.
For a moment, she wanted to dig a hole and crawl inside.
Her cheeks burned fiercely, and she was so embarrassed that she nearly cried from shame.
A cool palm lifted her face.
Mr. Dragon, his ears trembling, bent down. Imitating her, he planted a firm kiss on her forehead.
Only then did he slightly turn his head away.
“You kissed me.”
He awkwardly comforted her, warm beyond words.
Mu Wanwan suddenly laughed.
No longer acting coy, she gently rested her forehead against his chest.
“Mr. Dragon.”
“Mm.”
“Mr. Dragon.”
“I’m here.”
“Mr. Dragon.”
“Mm?”
“You’re so good.”
“Mm…”
The human and dragon remained affectionately entangled for a while before finally returning to the depths of the cave.
Mengmeng obediently hopped around on the ground, having shed a great deal of feathers.
Mu Wanwan picked up the large chubby bird and placed it on the table, then rubbed its head.
Behind her, a certain dragon who felt consciously ignored extended his long arm jealously and handed the bag he had been holding to her.
“What’s this?”
Mu Wanwan was a little curious.
The moment she accepted it and opened it, an indescribable smell spread out.
It was not foul, but it was not fragrant either. Mixed together, it was extremely strange.
After adjusting for two seconds, she looked inside the bag.
There was a mass of semi-transparent green things squeezed together. They looked ugly, and the moment she took the bag, they moved.
Mu Wanwan’s scalp went numb. Her face turned pale, and she nearly threw the bag onto the ground.
Seeing that her complexion did not look good, Mr. Dragon took the small bag back.
“They’re tonics.”
“Very good for you.”
Mu Wanwan trembled all over and shrank back.
“I-I’ll just take medicinal pills.”
The moment she finished speaking, she felt Mr. Dragon fall somewhat silent. His ears, which had finally appeared, drooped slightly.
She thought that perhaps he had spent a long time finding these “tonics” and might be unhappy if she refused to eat them, so she hurriedly changed her words.
“I-I can eat them too… Are they tasty?”
However, after she said this, Mr. Dragon’s ears drooped even more severely.
“Are they very bad-tasting?” Mu Wanwan asked tentatively.
“They’re gone.”
Mu Wanwan fell silent for a moment.
She remembered that while waiting for Mr. Dragon to return last time, she had refined many pills. After setting aside the ones for Uncle Zong and Jiu Qing, there should still have been quite a few left.
Furthermore, Mr. Dragon had brought back many more as well.
“I…”
Mr. Dragon was deeply remorseful.
“I ate them all.”
Mu Wanwan: “…”
She looked at his drooping ears.
This big dragon overlapped with that little dragon from the past.
He had clearly once been powerful, yet now he still needed to worry about medicinal pills and food.
The difference was that this time, she would finally not be so helpless.
She would no longer merely be a spectator in his world.
In the same desperate circumstances, she could stand beside him.
If they were hungry, they would be hungry together.
If they were cold, they would be cold together.
If they fled, they would flee together.
And if misfortune truly came, then even annihilation and death could be faced together.
“We can refine more,” Mu Wanwan said softly, smiling. “We can refine many, many more.”
Before Mr. Dragon could respond, the communication token placed to the side suddenly lit up.
Her heart abruptly tightened.
She glanced nervously at Mr. Dragon, whose expression had also darkened.
They should still be safe right now… shouldn’t they?
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