I Married a Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating - Chapter 152

Sixty-six Dragons (2)

Mu Wanwan dragged things out for a while, even taking her time to wash the scales slowly. However, she knew she had to go inside the room eventually. Avoiding the situation wouldn’t solve anything. Sooner or later, she would have to face Mister Long in person.

The thought of potentially having a conversation later made her a little nervous.

If she and Mister Long were just ordinary friends, the situation wouldn’t feel quite so awkward. But the main issue was that she had another additional status—she was his wife…

Mu Wanwan slowly made her way towards the room, her heart pounding with unease—

Based on what she had learned about this world over this period of time, strong individuals of Mister Long’s calibre often had spouses who were either equally formidable or possessed extraordinary talents.

It was rare for a member of the dragon race to take a human as a spouse. One reason was the mismatch in various (physical) senses, and another was due to the comparatively short lifespans of humans. Even if a human reached Rank 3, their lifespan would only be a few hundred years at most, while dragons, even at Rank 1, could live for over a thousand years.

Mu Wanwan was a bit nervous. She reassured herself that Mister Long was different from other dragons, and had a gentle and cautious disposition…

The door creaked open, and a certain dragon, who had been feigning sleep, immediately snapped back to attention. He made himself seem nonchalant as he glanced towards the door and met Mu Wanwan’s slightly flushed cheeks and somewhat evasive gaze.

He felt even more nervous now; his ears perked up and trembled slightly.

“Mis…” Mu Wanwan misspoke right off the bat, her hand on the doorframe freezing in place. “Y-Your Grace. Y-You’re awake.”

Her words came out with a hesitant stammer. She, who was normally so composed, suddenly seemed at a loss for words.

Hearing her timidly and awkwardly address him as “Your Grace,” with a voice so soft and gentle, completely different from usual, Mister Long felt warmth in his chest. Nervously, he fidgeted with the edge of his shirt beneath the covers.

He withdrew his gaze mildly and simply responded with a soft “Mhm.”

Mu Wanwan, “…”

So, this dragon wasn’t planning on speaking, huh? B-But she didn’t know what to say to him either. She supposed this was what they called awkward small talk, and it seemed to have already ended right after it started (:з∠)

Her fingers clenched slightly, and Mu Wanwan cautiously inquired, “C-Can I come in?”

Mister Long raised his eyes, this time not even speaking at all. He simply gave a slight nod, granting his permission.

Mu Wanwan’s scalp tingled, and her nervousness was palpable. Normally, entering the room was an entirely ordinary and routine affair, but now, everything seemed different.

She discreetly stole a glance at  Mister Long, who was seated at the edge of the bed. His eyes were slightly lowered, as though at rest. Mu Wanwan’s gaze traveled to the contour of his back against the wall, and his thin clothing. Suddenly, something flashed through her mind like a bolt of lightning——

Oh no!

Was Mister Long still not wearing pants right now?!

Due to his poor condition a few days ago, she hadn’t initially dressed him. However, as his upper body recovered relatively quickly afterwards, she slipped on an inner garment on him after cleaning him up. As his legs had been continuously worsening, she hadn’t dressed his lower half.

She felt as if little cat claws were scratching her heart, both ticklish and uncomfortable. She had the urge to clothe Mister Long, yet part of her wanted to see if he would bring it up himself.

Mu Wanwan walked slowly into the room, awkwardly making her way to the table.

The feathery chirp had just woken up from a nap. In its half-awake state, it didn’t sense anything amiss with the atmosphere in the room, and sought affection and rubs as usual, causing Mu Wanwan to breathe a small sigh of relief——

Thank goodness for Mengmeng; otherwise, she would have been at a complete loss. It was almost mealtime, and Mister Long would speak to her eventually. When that time came, she would naturally bring up the topic of clothing, so it wouldn’t seem too abrupt.

That was what Mu Wanwan thought. However, after waiting for a long while, a certain dragon continued to maintain an “I’m unmoved” demeanor. If it weren’t for his open eyes, Mu Wanwan might have thought he was a stone statue.

The truth was, the dragon was also quite nervous, eagerly awaiting his wife to initiate conversation. The bedsheet beneath the covers was almost torn from his anxious grip.

The room fell into an eerie silence, with both the human and the dragon waiting for the other to speak, as if engaged in a competition of patience.

Mu Wanwan waited for nearly half an hour, feeling like she was sitting on pins and needles. Summoning her courage, she stood up, and under the seemingly casual gaze of the dragon, she stuttered, “Y-Your, Your Grace, a-are you cold?”

Under his wife’s gaze, which seemed to hold an air of anticipation, Mister Long wrestled with whether it would be better to say he was cold to prompt his wife to bring him clothes or to say he wasn’t cold to demonstrate his physical strength while maintaining an air of aloofness.

He felt as though there were two dragons perched on his shoulders. The bad one was saying, “You’re cold because you want to talk to her”, while the good one said,  “You’re not cold because you want to do what’s good for her. You have to keep your distance.”

He remained silent for quite some time, leaving Mu Wanwan feeling a bit disheartened, a hint of disappointment flickering in her eyes.

Noticing this, Mister Long pursed his lips, and said in a barely audible voice, “Mhm.”