Mu Wanwan did not hesitate any longer. She carefully stepped onto the soft mattress, gently lifted the quilt placed on the outer side, and slowly sat down beneath it.
She had extinguished all the lamps except one. It was probably around two or three in the morning. Outside, everything was pitch-black, and only a faint, hazy glow remained in the room.
Mu Wanwan lay down. Her waist and legs, which had been bent and exhausted for so long, touched the soft quilt, making her unable to stop herself from letting out a sigh of comfort. The originally cool quilt gradually warmed with her body temperature, just like her cheeks, which slowly became tinged with pink.
Although she told herself not to care about a certain dragon sleeping beside her, in the quiet space, Mr. Dragon’s extremely faint breathing was still so obvious. Mu Wanwan couldn’t help turning her head and secretly glancing at him.
Mr. Dragon lay motionless under the bright red quilt, looking perfectly obedient. From her angle, she could only see half of his sharply outlined face and those eyelashes long enough to make people jealous. They were curved and thick.
Mu Wanwan silently reached out and touched her own eyelashes, then silently turned her head back.
In this lifetime, she probably had no chance of ever having long, curled eyelashes…
Mu Wanwan had originally thought that she would be unable to fall asleep. After all, this was the first time in her life sleeping in the same bed as someone of the opposite sex. But very quickly, she sank into a deep, dark sleep. Her wild thoughts had no room to develop before exhaustion pressed them down and rubbed them into the bed.
She slept very deeply, so tired she could not lift even a finger. Peacefully and steadily, she lay on the bed.
For a time, the room quietened down. In the silent chamber, faint wisps of mist seeped out from the low-grade spirit stone Mu Wanwan had placed by Mr. Dragon’s ear. Then, like water vapour, they disappeared into the tyrant’s body.
But clearly, the spiritual power inside the low-grade spirit stone was far too little. The process was frighteningly brief. Almost in an instant, the originally slightly translucent low-grade spirit stone shattered into powder.
The room once again sank into a terrifying silence, and it remained that way for a long time.
Perhaps it was nearly dawn when Mr. Dragon’s fingers moved slightly.
Beneath him were soft quilts and bedding. His tail, which had originally been painful and itchy, had also been treated. The tyrant could feel that a layer of low-grade ointment had been applied to it. The sticky feeling on his face had disappeared too; someone must have wiped his face.
A trace of softness rose in his heart. Because his dried-up body had been nourished by that tiny thread of spiritual power, he had finally had the chance to use all his strength to reconnect a small piece of his shattered core, dispel a trace of the curse, and reduce some of the pain.
So…
Did she truly not despise him?
Mr. Dragon could not describe the feeling in his heart. His tail was so wretched and filthy, yet she actually had not despised it.
His heart stirred, and a thread of divine consciousness slowly spread out, gradually scanning everything around him.
Last time, he had been too narrow-minded.
The moment his divine consciousness touched the bright red wedding quilt embroidered with mandarin ducks, Mr. Dragon felt as if he had been fiercely burned by something. He immediately withdrew his divine consciousness, and his heart, which had not reacted so intensely in a long time, began pounding violently.
She… how could she…
So the soft thing beneath him was not just an ordinary quilt, but a wedding quilt?
Had she accepted him and wanted to be with him…?
His ears were very hot. For the first time, the pain in his meridians could not compare to the sound of his constantly pounding heart. Mr. Dragon tentatively, slowly, once again drew out a thread of divine consciousness, gently spreading it from the red wedding quilt that made him feel incomparably embarrassed and annoyed.
The room was still the familiar room. The jade bed was also the one he often slept on. Only now, there were two glaringly red wedding quilts on it. In another quilt not far from him, there lay a completely defenceless person, sleeping sweetly.
Blood flowed slowly through him.
If Mu Wanwan had been awake, and if the black-red curse marks had not been so obvious, she would definitely have discovered that Mr. Dragon’s exposed face, neck, and both ears had all turned pink, almost on the verge of deep red.
Beside a mixed-blood dragon whom everyone believed to be disabled and disgusting, beside a great tyrant whom everyone believed to be cold, cruel, and murderous, she was sleeping very peacefully.
Mr. Dragon struggled to slowly move his divine consciousness. That thread of consciousness, lighter than air, slowly slid from Mu Wanwan’s neck, over her cheeks, the tip of her nose, her eyelashes, and her forehead…
She was not especially beautiful.
The tyrant, who had seen countless fawning beauties during his peak yet had still remained a single dragon, thought this with reddened ears.
She probably could not be considered very beautiful…
But that thread of divine consciousness—the only thing Mr. Dragon could currently use—seemed to be beyond his control. It slowly brushed over Mu Wanwan’s peaceful sleeping face, finally stopping on her slightly dry lips. Trembling faintly, it landed like the softest touch of a feather.
And then—
As if it had never appeared, it suddenly vanished.
Mr. Dragon’s cheeks were so hot that he felt a little dizzy. While suppressing the gradually rising pain inside his body, he thought hazily with reddened ears—
So this was what it felt like to kiss his wife?
It was indeed extraordinary.
Author’s note:
Mr. Dragon: The feeling of kissing is amazing!! (shy)
Mu Wanwan: (knows absolutely nothing and is sound asleep)
The little angel worries until their hair falls out: “No! That’s not what kissing feels like! Mr. Dragon, wake up!! If you get this excited just from touching her with your divine consciousness, what are you going to do in the future?!”
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