I Married A Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating-Chapter 120

Fifty-four Dragons (1)

What?

H-H-Hold him?

Mu Wanwan was thrown into confusion by Mister Long’s words. She wondered if she was hallucinating and misheard him—otherwise, how would Mister Long ask her to hold him?

E-Even if he had regained consciousness recently, he wouldn’t be acting so close to her, right?

Mu Wanwan was trying her best to make herself relax. The feeling in her heart was strange—she couldn’t tell if it was embarrassment or apprehension, and wasn’t even aware that there was a trace of expectation that was buried in her heart.

She was waiting—waiting for his next move.

She was hoping that everything that had just happened was all a hallucination on her part——

After all, a comatose dragon that she had thought was unconscious had regained consciousness so suddenly. He had gotten back at Fuliu for her, then gifted her that interdimensional pouch and the bangle…

Moreover, that interdimensional pouch wasn’t bound to her in the beginning. She didn’t know what he did last night, but her fingertip was wet, and she was suddenly acknowledged by the interdimensional pouch as its owner.

Mu Wanwan’s head was a mess; her mind was full of wild speculations and the way he had gently called her ‘Wife’.

If—if…

This dragon had pretended to be unconscious when he was actually awake, and did who-knows-what to her every night, wasn’t that… pretty bad?

She decided to wait some more. If this bad dragon did anything against her will to her unknowing self at night, she would definitely fight back even at the risk of being killed by this so-called temperamental scumbag dragon.

She had always been well aware of her bottom line. Even if Mister Long was her husband in name, she would not let him force himself on her.

Mu Wanwan’s thoughts were all over the place. Nervous and scared, she felt that Mister Long’s palm that was on her was getting hotter and hotter, and little by little, the warmth of his body was about to burn into her heart.

Her eyes were closed, but her body was shaking in ways that were a little different from when she was sleeping peacefully in the past. However, a certain dragon who had finally plucked up the courage to take a step closer was so shy that he could barely breathe.

The mighty dragon who was the most powerful in the continent had disappeared without a trace. The singleton dragon’s Rank 7 spiritual consciousness, which he had painstakingly spent more than a hundred years cultivating, was also tied up in knots in the air.

Mister Long was overwhelmed just thinking about what was to come. The dragon that was so absorbed by his secret crush didn’t notice that the person under him was behaving a little differently…

In fact, he didn’t even dare to look at her face, and just very, very slowly, turned Mu Wanwan over, then gently put her arms into position, as if she was lying on her side facing him and hugging something.

Then, carefully and slowly, on the verge of spontaneous combustion, he lay beside her and tucked his arm between hers.

Finally, he rubbed her head gently. Satisfied and blushing to the point of exploding, he stopped moving.

Mu Wanwan, who had mentally prepared herself for the possibility of losing her life and was prepared to fight back, “…”

Ah, when Mister Long said “Hold me”, he meant ‘hug his arm’, and not that he was going to ‘forcibly embrace her.’

The moment Mu Wanwan understood this, her feelings were all mixed up. She felt that she had misunderstood Mister Long, and the trace of fear that he might force himself on her gradually dissipated.

She still couldn’t quite understand why Mister Long didn’t tell her that he had regained consciousness. Moreover, with him waking up tonight seeming like a perverted overbearing CEO, yet behaving like a pure and childish dragon…

In short, she had only one thing to say—

So, it turned out that he was actually a dragon like that.

However, she was not repulsed by such a Mister Long.

Her mind relaxed greatly all at once. Feeling the heat that was coming from Mister Long, Mu Wanwan finally gave in to sleep after holding out for most of the night.

……

The next morning, the arm that Mister Long’s had reached under her covers had been retracted, and he was lying in his own covers in the exact same posture as before. If it weren’t for the memory of last night being too clear, Mu Wanwan would have thought she had hallucinated it all.

Seeming to still be in a dream, Mu Wanwan rubbed her face; the tips of her ears were a little hot——

He called her ‘Wife’, which meant that he also knew that she was his wife in name.

Wife…

Exhaling a small breath, Mu Wanwan slowly rose from bed.

The temperature had clearly dipped again today, but she felt as though it was much hotter than usual.

After getting dressed, she couldn’t resist looking back at the “weak, helpless, and pitiful” Mister Long, and patted her cheeks lightly——

S-So, did this mean that she was no longer a single little lady?

I-It seemed like she had a husband now.

When washing up and doing the housework, the bangle on her wrist seemed to keep displaying its presence. Mu Wanwan began cultivating spiritual plants gloomily, and even the feathery chirp could tell that her mind was off gallivanting elsewhere.

“Chirp~” As usual, Mengmeng walked back and forth among the many potted seedlings cultivated by Mu Wanwan like a little guard. It tugged at the leaves of the seedlings a couple of times before turning its attention to Mu Wanwan and chirping to express its concern.

Mu Wanwan touched the feathery scarf around its neck. She wanted to have a secret chat with Mengmeng, but at the thought of the dragon might be awake, she felt like there was a breath stuck in her throat, neither going up nor down.

She had received too much information from yesterday till now.

Her mind was a mess. After all, a comatose husband who could not hurt her at all was completely different from a husband who had secretly woken up but didn’t tell her. What’s more, he might be hiding even more secrets.

This was a little too much for Mu Wanwan to accept all at once. She knew next to nothing about Mister Long. Except for his childhood experiences and his current miserable situation, she was ignorant of his past.

Although she did not sense any malice or disgust from his behaviour yesterday, and in fact, only felt his care and tenderness——

According to the melodramatic plot in the book, Mister Long was to fall in love with Bai Shuiyao when he woke up.

Thinking of this, Mu Wanwan’s heart became even more chaotic, mixed with a hint of helpless sourness and bitterness.

She knew, she knew.

Ever since she found out from Mengmeng that Mister Long had regained consciousness, she was faintly aware that she had some feelings for Mister Long. Moreover, he hadn’t forced himself on her last night either. Come to think of it, despite how he had regained consciousness long ago, he hadn’t harmed her, and even helped avenge her and gave her gifts…

The faint foreign emotion surged in her heart. It was a little sweet, a little sour, and also mixed with a little worry about the unknown and her new life, making her somewhat reluctant to move forward.

Breathing out a slow sigh, Mu Wanwan rubbed the feathery chirp as if venting her emotions, turning it here and there. Mengmeng chirped in protest but was cruelly dismissed and rubbed this way and that.

It was already early winter, but the weather today was beautiful.

The sun was shining in the courtyard, casting its rays on the miserable feather ball. Not far away, the milky yellow spirit chicks chirped, huddling in a pile.

The Condensed Snow seedlings that she cultivated yesterday had surprisingly bloomed.