I Married a Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating Chapter 155

Sixty-eight Dragons (1)

Meeting her gaze, Mister Long’s eyes darkened slightly, and he averted his head wretchedly.

The gaze in her eyes was something he couldn’t resist in the slightest.

The room fell into silence once again. All that Mu Wanwan saw was Mister Long pursing his purple lips, his long eyelashes trembling, and she couldn’t guess his thoughts at all. Seeing the increasingly prominent bloodstains on his leg, she couldn’t bear it anymore.

She retracted her hand and took out the wheelchair she had kept away, and transformed into a seat with the press of a button. With a gentle tone, she explained, “Your Grace, this is a little gadget is something I happened to come across. I thought it was quite interesting. Would you like to give it a try?”

Mister Long’s cheeks were pale. Under her expectant gaze, the barriers he had built to distance himself crumbled in an instant. Joy surged within him, and a light sparkled in his eyes.

How could it be something she just happened to come across? Given how frugal she is, she must have bought it specifically for him.

Mister Long’s palms were sweaty with nervousness, but he found himself unable to utter even a simple “thank you.” Instead, he only nodded lightly in response to Mu Wanwan’s slightly expectant gaze.

Mu Wanwan let out a sigh of relief. She reached out and supported Mister Long’s arm, so as to help him bear his weight. Despite being extremely careful, her hand inevitably brushed against his waist.

When her hand touched his warm and thinly-clothed waist, both she and Mister Long stiffened momentarily.

Mu Wanwan could feel the slightly scorching body temperature of Mister Long transmitting through the fabric to her palm. As for a certain dragon, he felt as though her soft fingers had ignited clusters of flames on his body. This sensation contrasted sharply with the pain in his cursed legs, and it was so clear and distinct that he couldn’t ignore it.

Mu Wanwan focused on guiding him into the wheelchair, her attention firmly fixed on the task at hand. However, the rising temperature beneath her hand was hard to ignore. When she finally managed to get Mister Long settled into the wheelchair, his recently put-on clothes had become slightly disheveled.

Standing there, Mu Wanwan could see his slightly open shirt. From her angle, she had an unfortunate view from his collarbone downward, catching a glimpse of his well-defined abdominal muscles. She quickly turned away and said in a trembling voice, “Y-Your Grace, let me help you with your clothes.”

Mister Long’s cheeks were alarmingly flushed. He tugged at his slightly disheveled shirt and replied softly, “All right.”

Upon hearing his words, Mu Wanwan felt as if she had received a special pardon, quickly picking up the scattered clothes from the ground and fetching the silk robe she had bought.

“Y-Your Grace, you…” she stammered. The dragon was also too embarrassed to speak, but he understood her meaning and lifted his arm indifferently.

Seeing his cooperation, Mu Wanwan felt a small sense of relief. The two moved about slowly, and it took about a quarter of an hour for the dragon to finally get dressed. Mu Wanwan squatted down and draped the white cloak over his legs.

Looking at the bloodstains on his pants, she couldn’t resist saying, “Mister Long, let me take a look at your wound…”

Mister Long had been touched by her in many places just now, and now his whole body felt odd. Hearing her voice, his heart trembled, and even the pain in his leg seemed insignificant compared to that feeling.

Moreover, as long as he didn’t move, the bleeding in his leg would stop. If his wife saw it, she would worry unnecessarily. Besides, his wound was very unsightly; if she saw it, she might lose her appetite.

Therefore, Mister Long pursed his lips and replied, “It’s nothing.”

There was a slight pang in Mu Wanwan’s heart—

This dragon, he woke up and wouldn’t let her take care of him. How can he say it was nothing? Doesn’t the bleeding hurt?

Mu Wanwan wasn’t ready to give up and asked again, “Doesn’t it hurt a lot?”

The corner of Long’s lips twitched, and his eyes lowered. He said in a cold voice, “No, it doesn’t.”

Mu Wanwan felt a surge of frustration. She thought to herself, Fine then, if you say it’s not painful, then it’s not. After all, I’m not the one who’s in pain. She wanted to stand up, and the pendant on her neck that Auntie Yun had given her moved slightly.

Feeling a bit uncomfortable, Mu Wanwan adjusted its position on her neck.

Mister Long noticed that the pendant on her neck wasn’t the one he had given her, and his face paled.

It was a high-quality item that could conceal her cultivation level. It was something she couldn’t afford at the moment.

If she didn’t buy it, then someone must have given it to her.

But when she went out for her last outing, she didn’t have this pendant yet. So, it must have been given to her when she was outside, right?

If it weren’t for him, she would surely have been able to live a good life.

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A sharp pain suddenly pierced Mister Long’s heart, and he tightly grasped the armrest of the wheelchair. The bitterness and darkness in his heart were becoming almost impossible to hide.

Mu Wanwan stood up and inadvertently met the dark look in his eyes that he hadn’t had time to mask. The intense emotions and fleeting hint of fierceness in his gaze startled her for a moment. She thought she might have done something to upset him and reflexively took two steps back, her eyes filled with a sense of grievance.

What had she done wrong? She had only helped him put on some clothes. Why was the dragon who was perfectly fine just a moment ago now looking at her with such a gaze? She had never done anything to wrong him. Why was he so different when awake compared to when he was asleep? Why was he so fierce and cold now?

It was as if all those sweet words he had whispered to her on countless nights were false.  The words like “my wife,” “kisses,” and “hugs” were probably just illusions caused by her own emotional exhaustion. He was cold-hearted; that’s what he was, an arrogant dragon.

What everyone outside said was right. She shouldn’t have cared about him.

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