She smiled at him again, and the dragon’s expression softened a little more, although his lips remained tightly pressed together, unwilling to compromise.
“All right, I’ll eat it myself.”
It was rare for Mu Wanwan to speak to him so coaxingly. Faced with a request from his sweet little wife for the first time, the dragon became somewhat flustered. His dark eyes appeared cold as he glanced at her, but he obediently handed her the pill.
Mu Wanwan nearly laughed.
Regardless of what Mr. Dragon had been like in the past, he only had a handful of tricks when dealing with her, and he used them over and over again—
Pretending to be asleep—which she had already seen through.
Pretending to be a heartless scumbag dragon—which failed every time.
Pretending to be cold and aloof—only for his ears to betray him more thoroughly than anything else.
And occasionally being genuinely aggrieved—which only required a little coaxing.
Looking at it this way, he really was an extremely obedient, soft little dragon.
Feeling slightly emotional, Mu Wanwan placed one hand on his shoulder.
Mr. Dragon lifted his eyes slightly, his gaze carrying a trace of scrutiny and a clear warning that she had better eat the pill.
He actually looked a tiny bit fierce.
And, unexpectedly, she found it rather attractive.
Mu Wanwan’s face also began to heat up. Under his watchful gaze, she slowly leaned closer, supporting the pill with spiritual energy so that it hovered between her pink lips.
He watched a faint blush gradually spread across her fair cheeks.
Mr. Dragon suddenly felt rather hot.
He did not dare continue looking at her. Having guessed what his little wife intended to do, he nervously clenched his hidden hand into a fist.
She—
What was she planning to do?
Mu Wanwan looked at the expressive bald ears atop his head and gathered her courage. Bracing both hands against his shoulders, she leaned closer until the pill was the only thing separating their lips.
The dragon was already thoroughly flushed.
His dark eyes stared at her, warm golden sparks crackling inside his pupils.
Their breaths mingled. After only a few exchanges, both of them began to feel hot, and even the air seemed to grow sticky with intimacy.
Summoning her courage, Mu Wanwan gently kissed the corner of Mr. Dragon’s lips.
The dragon beneath her trembled violently, as though an electric current had passed through him. Yet his lips remained tightly sealed, as though stubbornly preserving the last remnants of his dignity.
Mu Wanwan felt both embarrassed and amused.
She kissed the corner of his lips several more times, but he still refused to open his mouth. However, they were so close that she could not see his eyes clearly.
At a loss, Mu Wanwan raised her gaze towards him, her cheeks astonishingly red.
She caught sight of a dragon whose entire face was flushed, his eyes seeming to overflow with thick, molten golden sunlight.
Were her kissing skills really that good?
Mu Wanwan became slightly carried away.
Her heart pounded like a drum. When she saw his ears trembling continuously, she instinctively reached out and stroked one.
“Mm…”
A restrained groan sounded beside her ear, followed by Mr. Dragon’s low, uncontrollable gasp.
Mu Wanwan, who had remained focused on feeding him the pill, did not even have time to enjoy the unique softness of her sweet little dragon.
She immediately seized the opportunity to kiss him properly, intending to transfer the pill into Mr. Dragon’s mouth.
Everything proceeded smoothly.
Except when she tried to pull away.
A large hand pressed firmly against her waist, while those phoenix eyes stared at her without concealing the possessiveness within them.
“Mmph…”
The tide of battle changed in an instant.
Boss Wan, who had been on the offensive only a moment ago, was suddenly pressed into the little delicate dragon’s embrace. He turned the tables on her, and the entire situation reversed.
After a battle lasting several dozen seconds, both armies exhausted their strength and finally lowered their banners.
The poor fourth-rank pill was divided between the human and the dragon.
However, Mr. Dragon was still rather shy. By the end, he could no longer out-kiss Boss Wan after she recovered from her surprise, so he ended up swallowing more of the pill. →_→
Overall, Boss Wan emerged victorious from this battle. ~(≧▽≦)~
Their lips finally separated, leaving behind an intimate trace of moisture.
Mu Wanwan was still relatively composed, but Mr. Dragon was already close to falling apart.
Even so, she felt that something was not quite right.
She hurriedly climbed down from his lap, turned her flushed face away, and pretended to speak calmly.
“Next time, I’ll refine more.”
She waited for a moment before hearing the dragon answer hoarsely.
“All right.”
By the time the human and dragon had finally composed themselves, Mu Wanwan had recovered a considerable amount of strength.
However, she still did not quite dare to look at Mr. Dragon.
Although they were husband and wife, this was, strictly speaking, the first genuinely adult kiss they had shared as an adult woman and an adult dragon.
The small cave was filled with a sweet yet excruciating awkwardness.
Whenever their gazes met, either the human or the dragon would be the first to lower their head.
Their earlier innocent kisses had not felt anything like this.
Mu Wanwan was too embarrassed to take the initiative and say anything. As for the dragon, there was even less need to mention him.
Mr. Dragon eventually said he was going outside to retrieve the food. In reality, he was giving Mu Wanwan time to change her clothes and tidy herself up, while he also cleaned himself outside.
On matters like this, the human and dragon possessed a frightening degree of mutual understanding.
When they met again more than an hour later, Mr. Dragon had changed into a moon-white robe identical to the one Mu Wanwan had previously been wearing.
Mu Wanwan, meanwhile, had changed into an altered version of the same pale-black brocade robe Mr. Dragon had worn before.
Their eyes met.
With perfect tacit understanding, neither the human nor the dragon mentioned the other’s clothing.
However, the corners of both their lips secretly curved upwards.
Afterwards, the cave fell silent again as they absorbed the pill’s medicinal power, and it remained so until late at night.
In truth, there was no sunlight beneath the sea, so Mu Wanwan did not know the exact time.
However, Mengmeng was a little chirp with a regular schedule who slept and woke early.
The human and dragon remained locked in their awkward stalemate until Mengmeng could no longer endure it. Spreading its tiny wings, it patted Mu Wanwan, who appeared to be cultivating but had actually lost herself in unknown thoughts long ago, indicating that the little chirp wanted to sleep.
The little chirp was also somewhat unhappy today.
It had really, really wanted to taste a tiny piece of the delicious pill.
Even the smallest amount would have been enough.
And even if it could not taste the pill, eating a few extra fruits would have been acceptable.
But the wicked dragon was far too horrible. The moment he entered, he had pressed the little chirp directly against the ground, preventing it from making a sound.
It could only watch him devour Wanwan.
Sigh.
Mengmeng was rather depressed, and even the tuft of feathers atop its head drooped.
Mu Wanwan realised that she had indeed neglected it today. Moreover, the flames used to refine the pill had come from Mengmeng. Without it, she would never have been able to produce such a high-quality pill.
Although the White Phoenix’s flames were relatively weak, with the support of spiritual energy, they were much more effective than the flames Uncle Zong had previously provided.
Furthermore, perhaps because Mengmeng was closer to her, controlling the flames it produced was much easier than controlling Uncle Zong’s flames.
“You worked hard, Mengmeng.”
Mu Wanwan looked at the increasingly large white fluffball before her, and her heart softened.
Mengmeng’s intelligence had already developed considerably. Its current reactions resembled those of a three- or four-year-old child.
Whenever Mu Wanwan interacted with it, she felt as though she were an old mother caring for her child.
Moreover, because its father—perhaps?—Mr. Dragon possessed abundant assets and never allowed it to lack spirit stones, the little fluffball had grown rapidly.
She could no longer hold it with only one arm.
However, it had recently been shedding quite badly, so it probably needed additional nourishment.
“Chirp.”
Mengmeng chirped unhappily.
Mu Wanwan immediately laughed. She took out a second-rank Spirit-Recovery Pill and held it beside its beak.
Ordinarily, Mengmeng was only permitted to eat first-rank pills. At present, second-rank pills were still extremely precious to them.
This was a special reward for today.
Fortunately, the little chirp was easy to coax.
It hugged the pill, chirped happily several times, ate it, then lay flat and went to sleep, emitting contented little snores.
Mu Wanwan covered it with a small blanket.
When she turned around, she caught a certain dragon hastily looking away, revealing only the trembling tip of one ear.
Mu Wanwan thought for a moment before asking, “Mr. Dragon, shall we sleep?”
Ever since she had last awakened, they had not slept in the same bed again.
The pill she had just refined was extremely effective, restoring approximately one-fifth of her spiritual energy.
During the refinement process, Mu Wanwan had thought she might be on the verge of advancing.
However, after calming down and examining her body internally, she discovered that apart from her meridians becoming slightly wider, the third-rank golden core within her dantian remained stubbornly unchanged, showing no intention of breaking through.
The only difference was that it seemed slightly larger than before.
The true change had occurred within her sea of consciousness.
It was as though a layer of restraint had been shattered, making her feel that she should be capable of guiding something out of her body.
Mu Wanwan vaguely suspected that perhaps only her mental realm had advanced.
Based on what she had previously learned, she had probably acquired the ability to use divine sense.
However, according to common knowledge, only cultivators who had advanced to the fourth rank should be capable of using divine sense.
Before Mengmeng fell asleep, Mu Wanwan had practised several times. Yet each attempt to guide the tiny trace of divine sense hiding within her sea of consciousness had ended in failure.
Therefore, she still had no choice but to rely on her eyes to see.
Mu Wanwan had already drifted through an entire train of thought, yet Mr. Dragon still had not answered her.
Perhaps her continued stare made him feel that remaining silent would be inappropriate.
He finally spoke.
“I’ll keep watch.”
The moment she heard those words, Mu Wanwan understood.
They were not yet completely safe. She did not know where they would go next or how long they would remain here.
But she did know that Mr. Dragon had not rested once since the day they fled the residence.
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