I Married a Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating Chapter 154

Sixty-seven Dragons (2)

As she waited for the soup to come to a boil, Mu Wanwan did not stay idle and deftly took out some seeds and began cultivating them.

Her mind wandered as she worked.

Perhaps, she was letting herself be constrained by the label of “Mister Long’s chongxi bride”? She shouldn’t feel this way. Considering Mister Long’s attitude just now, he might not even want to acknowledge her as his wife. So, why was she getting all flustered?

That’s right, she thought with a hint of bitterness. As she gazed at the fragrant ox bone soup, she found herself wanting to find a justification for the dragon’s behaviour——

Perhaps he’s just not sure how to face me yet?

It was true that she had gained a husband out of the blue, but the same went for him—suddenly having a wife, and not even a particularly talented human one at that.

People outside often spoke of his ruthlessness, and they’d never seen him smile. Maybe the way he treated her just now was already considered rather good?

Mu Wanwan was at a loss. Staring at the increasingly aromatic ox bone soup, she was suddenly overwhelmed by the urge to pour the juice of the Bixing Grass she had just cultivated into the soup and serve it to Mister Long.

The taste would definitely be a bit bitter. If he drank it without any reaction, it would be a sign of his tolerance for her. If he reacted negatively, she could put an end to her speculative thoughts.

Once the idea took hold, she couldn’t resist the temptation. Mu Wanwan scooped a small amount of soup into a bowl and took a sip——

A rich, smooth aroma exploded in her mouth, accompanied by a subtle yet palpable surge of spiritual energy. There was no hint of the usual gaminess from the beef bones, and the vegetables used as garnish didn’t overpower the savoury richness either. With that one sip, her stomach felt nourished in a way it hadn’t been in a long time. In the midst of the cold winter, this warmth felt like a luxurious indulgence.

When Mu Wanwan came back to her senses, she had already emptied that small bowl of soup.

She reconsidered the plan—ruining such a delicious dish didn’t seem worth it. Mister Long had been unconscious for so long and had only been subsisting on fruit every day. Given his bitter circumstances, she hesitated to compromise the quality of their meals, especially now that they had a rare chance to enjoy better food.

The thought of having to face the dragon later made Mu Wanwan very distressed, and she almost pulled her hair out in frustration. Carrying a food container and with the chubby chirp perched on her shoulder, she gazed at the darkening sky, mired in a tangle of inner conflict.

The day… was growing dark.

And at night…

She stood by the door, trying to muster her courage, when suddenly a loud noise echoed from inside the room, as if something had fallen.

Without hesitation, Mu Wanwan pushed the door open and saw a disheveled Mister Long who had fallen from the bed.

He was using one arm to support himself on the ground, dressed only in his undergarments and inner robe, while the white fur cloak and moon-white silk robe lay on the floor. The curse lines were clear on his pale face, and upon hearing the sound of the door being pushed open, he instinctively turned his head away.

Mu Wanwan could clearly see a trickle of blood oozing from his lower leg.

At this moment, all her speculations, shyness, and embarrassment were thrown out the window. She hurriedly placed the chirp and the food container on the table, then rushed to Mister Long’s side in a few quick strides and knelt by his side. She reached out her hand to him and asked, “Your Grace, are you alright?”

A bead of cold sweat slid down Mister Long’s cheek as he kept his head lowered, not wanting her to see his face. Temporarily weakened, it took him nearly an hour to put on his pants. He wanted to put on his clothes quickly, but upon hearing her footsteps drawing closer, he grew anxious and accidentally dropped the clothes on the ground.

He wanted to pick them up, but ended up stumbling to the ground wretchedly in front of her.

His current appearance must be very embarrassing, very unbecoming, and a great humiliation for a dragon like him. In the eyes of his wife, he was probably a weak and helpless dragon. She was so kind-hearted, and surely wouldn’t just leave him be. He had wanted to be a proud and aloof villainous dragon, not like this.

Mister Long was in pain and disarray, but upon hearing her slightly anxious tone, a faint glimmer of joy seemed to creep in alongside the blow to his self-esteem. The conflicting emotions left him cold-faced and unsure of how to respond.

After Mu Wanwan extended her hand, she felt that she was being too brash. She could understand Mister Long’s silence and lack of words. After all, he had once been such a formidable dragon. Having his nominal wife witness his vulnerable side must have been quite distressing for him.

However, looking at the dragon she had taken care of for so long, bleeding and injured, how could her heart not ache?

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“Mister Long,” Mu Wanwan gazed at his bleeding leg with concern, “it’s time for dinner. Shall we go to the table?”

She was cautious, fearing that her words might wound his pride. Her palm was soft and warm, reaching out to him.

Mister Long blinked slowly, his heart filled with a desire to possess her. Not hiding his current unattractive appearance, he turned his head slowly and fixed his intense, dark eyes directly into Mu Wanwan’s clear gaze——

In her eyes, there was no disdain, no repulsion, no aversion, no shock or fear at his appearance.

It was simply pure and clean, along with a hint of an emotion he had never encountered before.

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