Chapter 21: 21

Fourteen Dragons (2)

He didn’t know if there was some sort of telepathic connection between him and that person, but in the next second, she got up and closed the door, blocking the ceaseless wind.

Mister Long endured the pain caused by the curse and his wounds. His nose was filled with the fragrance of spiritual grain, and his heart trembled a little. But soon, he fell into another kind of distress——

The lights were dim and suggestive; dragon and maiden were alone.

“It’s time for dinner.” Not knowing that Mister Long was already awake, and thinking that she mustn’t get the covers dirty while feeding the dragon, Mu Wanwan first went to the bedside and lifted part of the covers slightly.

Next, she took her own pillow, said “Excuse me” softly, then held up Mister Long’s head with one hand and put another pillow under his head.　　

_{The latest_epi_sodes are on_the novel35.COM website.}

Mister Long’s eyelashes trembled. When her slightly cool fingertips touched his neck, even his blood seemed about to flow in the opposite direction.

However powerful the dragon clan a dragon was from, the neck was their fatal weakness. When he was still weak and young, those who touched his neck had all died for doing so. After he became strong, there was no longer anyone who dared to touch his weak spot.

But when she touched it, he didn’t feel revulsed. There was only an indescribable feeling, thrilling and harrowing. 　

The congee Mu Wanwan cooked for Mister Long wasn’t much, only one bowl’s worth, but it was very fragrant. A bowl of spiritual grain congee had about one-third of the spiritual power of a low-grade spirit stone. Her motions were neither fast nor slow, and would always blow each spoonful of congee cold before feeding it to Mister Long.

Fortunately, Mister Long’s involuntary swallowing reflex was still working, so it wasn’t really difficult for her to feed him.

This time, after she had finished feeding him, Mu Wanwan thought of the lip gloss effect on his lips, and thoughtfully took a handkerchief to help Mister Long wipe his mouth. Her movements were very light, but the warmth of her finger pads was still clearly transferred to Mister Long’s lips through the handkerchief.

_{The latest_epi_sodes are on_the novel35.COM website.}

Her touch was very vivid; Mister Long pursed his lips, and under the quilt, his fingertips quivered.

“Phew, it’s finally done.” Mu Wanwan rubbed her waist, which had become even sorer from bending over for a long time. She started to eat her own dinner which had already become lukewarm from being left aside for quite some time.

You are reading story I Married A Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating at novel35.com

She did not eat quickly. After all, she could only temporarily forget her many troubles when she was eating or sleeping. She had eaten for a while before Mister Long gradually recovered from her touch just now.

He has a keen sense of smell, but apart from the spiritual energy around his mouth, he couldn’t smell any trace of the fragrance of spiritual grain.

A thought that he wasn’t quite unwilling to believe in, yet selfishly wanted to believe slowly arose in his heart. Mister Long slowly emitted a trace of divine consciousness and drifted over to Mu Wanwan——

He saw her holding a bowl of congee made with regular rice, eating happily. There was not a trace of spiritual energy in the congee. The satisfaction of having his thoughts confirmed didn’t make Mister Long as happy as he thought.

On the contrary, the frustration of not being able to do anything, wrapped in self-condemnation, was like a tidal wave, about to overwhelm him.

The warm spiritual grain in his stomach was like a sharp bayonet. 　　

It was just spiritual grain, spiritual grain that didn’t count for anything.

Yet, he was now dependent on her pity and charity.

He didn’t have the ability to lessen her need to be so frugal.

She married a wastrel of a dragon like him who couldn’t give her anything.

_{The latest_epi_sodes are on_the novel35.COM website.}

If he had known that she was saving the spiritual grain for him, he would rather not eat it. Although going hungry was hard to bear, he should have gotten used to it long ago after starving for so many years as a child.

The trace of divine consciousness that Mister Long was floating around in the room seemed to have touched something that made him suffer, and slowly dissipated.

Only the warm and cosy stomach remained. Along with those spiritual grains which didn’t seem to have much impurities, they turned into a wisp of pure spiritual energy. Although it was only a drop in the bucket, it was like a warm candle flame, nourishing his shattered meridians by a little.

You can find story with these keywords: I Married A Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating , Read I Married A Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating , I Married A Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating novel, I Married A Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating book, I Married A Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating story, I Married A Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating full, I Married A Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating Latest Chapter