I Married a Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating - Chapter 145

Sixty-four Dragons (1)

H-He’s awake?

Why is he suddenly awake? He’s not going to continue pretending to sleep anymore?

Mu Wanwan stood frozen in place, meeting the gaze of those wide awake, slender, and pitch-black eyes, and was momentarily speechless——

So, this is what he looks like when his eyes are open.

His brows and eyes were as dark as ink, his gaze serene, calm, and colder than anything else.

White snow continued to fall, and the blood droplets on her cheeks gradually turned into a chilling sensation. The warmth of anticipation for returning home in Mu Wanwan’s heart slowly dissipated, crystallizing into icy shards in his scrutinizing gaze.

She suddenly felt at a loss, and the dragon scale clenched tightly in her hand slipped and fell to the ground, producing a faint sound that somehow seemed like a thunderous roar, startling Mu Wanwan like a frightened bird.

Instinctively, she wanted to step back, but her back was pressed against the door. Her back basket had long since broken and fallen to the side, scattering its contents all over the floor.

Mu Wanwan’s fingertips turned icy cold, and she reflexively lowered her head.

After a day out, the comatose dragon husband who was lying down when she left him had transformed into a fully awake, sharp-eyed, and living dragon, shedding scales all over the place. The intense smell of blood made it hard for her to breathe. She had no idea what to do now or what to say.

Feeling helpless and unsure of how to approach the situation, Mu Wanwan hesitated, but Mister Long was deeply ashamed.

Upon seeing Mu Wanwan’s shocked gaze and her instinctive backward glance, his fragile heart shattered in half.

Sure enough, all her previous acceptance and lack of disgust towards him were nothing more than a fleeting dream of his. She merely pitied him and felt sorry for him; it wasn’t the deep affection he had foolishly imagined.

He was so hideous. Even now, as he struggled to maintain his human form, he had no energy left to conceal the ugly curse marks and freshly ruptured scars on his face. He must be incredibly repulsive, even more grotesque than what he had just seen in the bronze mirror. No wonder she was scared.

Mister Long’s spine was trembling with pain, but he remained motionless as he faced Mu Wanwan.

He felt that he could go. She was so afraid of him, and he had made her clean yard so dirty and frightened her with his ugly face. Anyway, he had long decided to leave her as soon as he woke up. Also, wasn’t it a good thing that she didn’t have any feelings for him? That way, he wouldn’t need to resort to any means to make her hate him.

All he had to do was to depart quietly.

That was what Mister Long thought, but his chest felt heavy.

It must be the curse, the reason why he couldn’t move. It must be the reason why he was in so much pain, as if every meridian in his body was shattering. The dragon stood there stubbornly like a statue, as if he was nailed to the ground by something.

A lock of his long black hair hung in front of his chest, swaying in the cold wind, as he maintained his statue-like stance.

However, he had no idea that his furry ears, which he hadn’t had time to tuck away, were gradually drooping to a terrifying angle, pressed against his head, unmoving.

Carefully, Mu Wanwan looked at him and noticed the change in his ears, and a strange sense of relief washed over her——

Thank goodness, it was still the same person she knew—the familiar Mister Long in his inner garments.

Look, his ears were all droopy. Based on her observations of Little Mister Long, it seemed he was probably overthinking again.

Hmm?

Mu Wanwan suddenly realized that the dragon in front of her was probably lost in his own world again, and she felt a mix of anger, impatience, and amusement. She didn’t know how to comfort him, but those overwhelming feelings in her heart had lessened. Gathering her courage, she lifted her feet to step forward. She only had time to take one step when she noticed the dragon’s body tilting to the side, as if about to fall, yet still maintaining a stern expression.

If she only looked at his face, she might have been deceived.

Mu Wanwan suddenly felt a twinge of heartache. Her gaze fell upon the blood and scales scattered throughout the courtyard and her heart trembled.

When she accidentally pulled out a few strands of hair while combing, it would hurt so much that she would gasp in pain. It wasn’t possible that he was not in pain after shedding so many blood-stained scales.

Why did he have to foolishly pretend to be strong like this when he was so pale? Was he afraid of losing face in front of her?

In her presence, what face did he have left to save?

How could he be so foolish and naive?

Her nose twinged. Mu Wanwan truly didn’t know what to say to this dragon anymore. All the fear, awkwardness, and embarrassment had become as insignificant as dust in the presence of his wobbly stance and drooping, bloodied ears.

However, she couldn’t bring herself to smile. Biting her lip slightly, she walked towards him.

Mister Long was in so much pain that he was on the verge of losing consciousness. His spiritual energy was almost all drained, he was solely relying on his battered sense of pride to keep from collapsing in front of his wife. He even felt his vision was starting to blur.

Otherwise, how is it possible that he was seeing her walking towards him right now?