Chapter 73: 73

Thirty-five Dragons (2)

“Chirp!”

Perhaps because it had eaten some spiritual fruit, Mengmeng was a little more spirited. Lying on the cushion, it looked at Mu Wanwan with its shiny eyes and chirped energetically.

Mu Wanwan was in a good mood, but she still had to feed the dragon, so she did not go to touch the little feather ball.

“Chirp…” Perhaps because Mu Wanwan had left it so easily, Mengmeng was a little disappointed, and let out a small chirp.

“Be good, I’ll come to stroke you later,” Mu Wanwan couldn’t help but say. She also really wanted to streak the feathery creature!

Despite having retracted his divine consciousness very childishly, Mister Long, who had been paying close attention to the goings-on in the room, heard the conversation between the person and the tit, and finally thought in the right direction for once——

Stroke?

Stroke the featherball?

Apart from acting cute with its feathers, what good is that kind of tit for? thought Mister Long dismissively, but suddenly, a flash sparked in mind as he grasped the crux of the matter.

Did his wife like fluffy things?

Mister Long thought about how she had laid under the covers last night, asking expectantly if she could touch his ears, and the tip of his heart burned.

If he revealed his ears, would his wife drive this chirp away?

But those ears were really profanely sensitive—the couple of rubs yesterday were enough to make him feel like he was about to die.

Mister Long was still thinking when his chin was pinched, and his nose caught the familiar scent of Bixing grass fruit. Mister Long swallowed cooperatively, and when her fingertips brushed his lips occasionally, he felt himself tremble all over, his blood blistering.

After feeding the dragon, Mu Wanwan wiped away the juice from his lips in a practised manner and habitually looked at the top of his head. She let out a little disappointed sigh, then went out to wash the dishes and warm up water for a bath.

Only a dragon who was still looking forward to some kind of contact with his wife and a little chirp were left— the room fell quiet instantly.

Mister Long’s divine consciousness swept across the little chirp repeatedly. Seeing that it looked like it was about to die from pain, he did not really do anything to it, and just stared at its fluffy little body with his divine consciousness and fell into deep thought.

This time, he was awake until she returned after her bath with some water.

“Time for bed.” With her hair draping down, Mu Wanwan wrung out a hot and damp handkerchief, knelt by the bed and wiped Mister Long’s face gently with the hot handkerchief, across his eyes, from his forehead all the way to his chin, in a very light motion.

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Mister Long’s entire face was reddened by the heat.

He knew she cleaned him every day, but he still couldn’t get used to it when he was awake.

Mu Wanwan spread out the bedding, and after thinking about it, fetched the featherball to the bedside table. Then, she took some materials, plumped up a pillow and put out most of the lights, preparing to make a featherball purse in bed.

As the weather was getting colder, sitting on the stool was very cold.

She sat on the bed and started embroidering slowly. Mengmeng was probably tired and nestled into a ball with its eyes closed, making it look a little fatter than when it was awake.

With a smile in her eyes, she looked up at the feather ball from time to time. Mister Long had been waiting for a long time, and finally waited until his wife sat on the bed. Seeing her take out a similar blue purse, he thought she was perfecting the one from last night, and he felt a little smug. However, in the next second when his divine consciousness swept across the purse, his heart wrenched—

She was embroidering that chirp, and not his horns and ears as he had thought.

When an unspeakable sourness in his chest, Mister Long waited for a very long time, so long that the curse was about to retaliate, but he did not even receive a glance from Mu Wanwan.

He gave in. Before passing out, he twitched his pair of fluffy ears that he had deliberately tucked away—

Wasn’t it just fluffiness? He had that too.

When Mu Wanwan was tired from embroidering and ready to sleep, she saw a certain dragon’s furry ears that she had been feeling regretful about.

She rubbed her eyes several times to make sure she wasn’t mistaken, then couldn’t help but gently touch his ears to make sure it wasn’t her illusion—

Could it be that Mister Long’s injuries made his half-dragon state very unstable, so his ears appeared one moment and disappeared the next?

Mu Wanwan smiled and did not dwell on it. She blew out the light, listened to his breathing which had become much calmer than when she first transmigrated here, and fell asleep at ease.

Early next morning, Mu Wanwan hastened to deal with the housework, fed Mister Long a Baizhen fruit, put the peel with some pulp next to Mengmeng, then hurriedly put on her pack basket, locked the door, and left.

She had just stepped out when she saw Hongye coming over with the ox cart. After exchanging greetings, Mu Wanwan got on the ox cart and set off.

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After quietly exiting the Tyrant’s manor and the enchantment, Hongye was no longer so nervous, and chatted with her as usual, “Is Madam going to the elven market today as well? Also, how did the tit taste? Not bad, right?

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