I Married a Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating

Seventy Dragons (1)

Mister Long looked at the person in front of him. In the dim lighting, her expression was soft. Behind her was the bold red wedding quilt embroidered with mandarin ducks, and she was facing him with a warm smile on her lips.

His face was reflected in her eyes, and she spoke without any fear, saying words that he couldn’t ignore.

A blush gradually rose on his cheeks, and a certain dragon turned his head away slightly, his fingertips twitching. Mu Wanwan’s eyes dimmed again.

In the dark night, Mister Long’s voice seemed a little evasive, “I won’t sit here. Go to sleep.”

Mu Wanwan, “…”

She was momentarily speechless. Gazing at the pitch-black room, she listened to the sound of Mister Long’s wheelchair sliding away, and watching his blurry figure seem as if he was about to move outside. Unable to resist, she asked, “Your Grace, where are you going?”

Mister Long’s movements stiffened, and he stopped.

The room fell into silence again. Mu Wanwan didn’t speak, and he didn’t answer.

After waiting for a long, long time, Mu Wanwan bit her lip and couldn’t keep from saying in a small, aggrieved voice, “Are you so unwilling to sleep with me?”

They were now husband and wife in name.

They had slept together before, and clearly, he had awkwardly expressed his affection for her at night before too.

How was it that he seemed to have turned into a different dragon after waking up?

Mister Long remained silent, listening to her ask that question in that small voice, and hearing her say she wasn’t just anyone else. It felt like a piece of his heart was being dug out; his sharp nails dug into his palm, leaving a winding trail of blood.

Yet, he still didn’t say anything, and bit by bit, Mu Wanwan’s heart grew cold.

With the dragon being like this, did that mean that everything before was just her wishful thinking?

Was it because of the original plot? Was it because of that storyline that he was bound to fall for Bai Shuiyao when he awoke?

Mu Wanwan’s heart felt sour. However, the fact that she had altered the tragic ending of her original life proved that the plot in the book could be changed. Ever since she returned home and found Mister Long awake, she had endured many trials.

Moreover, judging by Mister Long’s attitude toward her, it didn’t seem like he disliked her. Instead, it seemed like he was being concerned about something.

After all, according to the book’s description of Mister Long, he was incredibly ruthless when it came to people and things he didn’t care about. Now that he was awake, even if he was temporarily weak, he could easily handle her. Since he didn’t make a move, how could he possibly have no feelings for her? She had tested him many times, and at most, this dragon would simply reluctantly turn his head and complain about her being noisy.

There was also the gentle little Mister Long, the big, silly dragon who cautiously gave her gifts and spirit stones, the pitiful dragon who tugged at her clothes, and the attentive dragon who lit candles for her. How could they all be fake?

Mu Wanwan clenched the corner of the quilt. She didn’t believe that all of that was her illusion. There must be some reason behind Mister Long’s behavior. If he couldn’t bear to hurt her, then she could be a bit more forward.

If he truly hated her…

Perhaps, this would be the end.

Mu Wanwan blinked her slightly teary eyes. Mustering her courage, she faced Mister Long’s back, and as if she was wagering everything on it, said with a hint of grievance and caution, “Your Grace, do you not want me anymore?”

As her words fell, the room, which had been dimly lit by a faint moonlight outlining the general silhouette of things, was suddenly plunged into darkness.

A breeze blew from the side, loosening her simple hairdo, brushing across her face, leaving a slightly cool sensation.

Mu Wanwan felt a sense of helplessness as she realised her body was slowly floating upward and her skirt billowed open. It felt like she was soaring slowly, and the sensation of weightlessness and darkness momentarily gripped her with fear.

Did she make a wrong bet? Mister Long…

No, the tyrant… has he finally grown impatient with her?

Well, it made sense. Towards a weak woman who constantly annoyed him with nonsensical ramblings, a woman he didn’t like at all, it would be best to just eliminate her.

Mu Wanwan’s hands and feet turned ice-cold, and her lashes became stained with tears.

But she couldn’t help it; she had fallen for him.

As her body rapidly descended, Mu Wanwan couldn’t keep from closing her eyes, awaiting the tyrant’s judgment.

However, the pain she anticipated didn’t come. Instead, she felt a warm and gentle sensation. Mu Wanwan couldn’t help but open her eyes and met a pair of eyes shimmering with a faint golden glow.

It was… Mister Long?

He didn’t kill her?

She looked into his phoenix eyes that were glinting with gold; his long eyelashes brushed against her face, tickling her.

In the next moment, she felt an undeniable force around her waist, and Mu Wanwan suddenly found herself pressed against Mister Long’s chest.

“Ah…”

His slightly warm breath brushed past her ear, leaving Mu Wanwan momentarily shocked and her mind blank.

Was she being embraced? Wasn’t he going to kill her?

Her cheeks almost immediately turned hot as Mu Wanwan found herself sitting on Mister Long’s lap, enveloped in his embrace. She shifted uncomfortably, feeling utterly bewildered. She seemed unable to grasp this dragon’s line of thinking anymore.

Did he actually like her, or didn’t he?

Mister Long felt the slight struggle of the person in his arms, and his heart was ablaze. He pressed his lips together, and his ears turned bright red.

Not want her?

How could he not want her?

How could he bear to not want her?