I Married a Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating - Chapter 153

Sixty-seven Dragons (1)

After waiting for such a long time, Mu Wanwan only got a simple “Mhm” from Mister Long, and nothing else.

She felt a little disappointed, but then he lowered his gaze and added, “It’s cold.”

Mu Wanwan’s spirits lifted again, and she spoke with a tone of careful negotiation, “Shall I get you some clothes?”

Her voice was soft and gentle, and Mister Long’s ears felt like they were turning mushy. He couldn’t articulate anything, but within him, a warm stream surged, every bit of it declaring how much he liked her.

He really, really liked her so much.

With no further response, Mu Wanwan was almost turning into a statue of patience before she finally heard a word from Mister Long.

“Alright.”

Feeling a bit resigned, she approached the wardrobe and picked up a very nice-looking plain white silk robe that she had seen in a shop. Next to it, there was also a white fur cloak she had prepared.

These were really expensive. Together, they had cost her nine low-grade spirit stones. She didn’t even bear to buy anything for herself.

Oh yes, there were neatly folded undergarments too…

Mu Wanwan’s cheeks flushed. Truth be told, when she asked him if he was cold, her main intention was to get him to wear the undergarments.

Mu Wanwan turned her back to the certain dragon and carefully tucked the undergarments between the two pieces of clothing. This way, It wouldn’t be too noticeable… right…?

“Y-Your Grace,” Mu Wanwan said with her head slightly lowered, feeling a bit embarrassed. “I-I’ll put the clothes here.”

Sensing the peculiar atmosphere, she placed the clothes by the bed and quickly took two steps back, as if her hair was on fire.

She was feeling embarrassed, but a certain dragon’s heart sank a little again.

Was it because he was too ugly?

Perhaps that’s why she didn’t seem eager to engage in conversation.

“Mhm.” The sunshine that was in his heart a moment ago was now replaced by a drizzle. However, when his chilly gaze fell on the clothes at the foot of the bed, that feeling born from neglect and lack of confidence seemed to mysteriously dissipate.

She had never worn such fine clothes before.

Since marrying him until now, she had only been enduring hardships without getting anything in return. His long lashes trembled slightly. He really, really wanted to hold her in his arms, kiss the tips of her ears, and say “thank you” thousands and thousands of times.

But the reality was that she was already eager to distance herself from him.

“Mister Long…” Mu Wanwan called out reflexively, then stumbled over her words, “Ah, no…”

Mister Long lifted his head slightly, and Mu Wanwan saw his beautiful eyes, shining with confusion, like little stars.

Her face grew hotter and hotter, and she felt like she was about to burst into flames. “Your Grace, I-I won’t peek. I’ll go prepare dinner.”

After saying that, she couldn’t help feeling that her words sounded really strange. A hint of an embarrassed smile tugged at her lips, and Mu Wanwan stood frozen in place.

A soft chuckle came to her ear, fleeting and unbelievably quick. She even questioned if she had misheard it. She snuck a peek at Mister Long—he was still wearing an expressionless face, as if he hadn’t been the one to laugh just now.

Mu Wanwan, “…”

She felt like her nerves were getting a bit haywire, and she needed to step out for a moment to clear her mind. Before leaving, she scooped up the feathery chirp which had been lamenting the loss of its tuft of feathers all this time.

And thus, the dragon’s heart, which had just cleared up after the rain, became overcast again.

His wife had considerately shut the room’s door, and Mister Long’s face slowly turned red, as if the aloof dragon from before wasn’t him.

He sat up straight, striving to reach for the clothes placed at his feet. Luckily, he still had fairly long arms and managed to reach them with some effort.

The white fox fur cloak, albeit just common fox fur, was still expensive. She was truly good to him.

His lips curved upwards, and Mister Long gingerly picked up the white fur cloak. And then, he saw the undergarments tucked inside.

Mister Long, “…”

The dragon burned. With great effort, he awkwardly picked up the garment that was made from the same fabric as the one he was wearing, slowly removed the light blue clothing wrapped around his waist, and began the challenging task of dressing himself.

His internal energy was nonexistent for the time being, and he needed to conserve the remaining spiritual stones. Every spirit stone had been painstakingly earned by her, and he couldn’t waste them.

His legs were in a state of numbness, and even the slightest movement caused intense pain. Beads of cold sweat formed on Mister Long’s forehead and his lips were tightly pressed together. She should be returning soon, and he had to hurry. Being crippled was embarrassing enough for a dragon; he couldn’t let her think he couldn’t even put on pants properly.

Meanwhile, Mu Wanwan ran to the kitchen while cradling the bewildered chubby chirp in her arms. She absentmindedly placed it on the stove and let out a sigh of relief. Finally, she settled down, but her heart raced wildly. Closing her eyes, she saw the image of that wicked dragon’s beautiful eyes dancing in her mind. She quickly opened her eyes and smacked her cheeks.

“Chirp…” Mengmeng trembled as it tried to stand on the stove. Looking at the kitchen knife beside its tiny leg, its large eyes turned teary once again.

Mu Wanwan was snapped back to reality by its pitiful voice. Glancing over, she chuckled and quickly moved the almost immobile chirp aside. “I’m sorry, Mengmeng. I’m not trying to eat you.”

At that, she couldn’t help but burst into laughter. She placed the teary Mengmeng into the cage with the spirit chicks to let them play together while she started preparing to cook with the Grade 3 spirit beef bones she had bought.