I Married a Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating - Chapter 162

Seventy-one Dragons (2)

“Thank you,” Mister Long finally dared to meet her eyes. Although his phoenix eyes didn’t reveal much emotion, Mu Wanwan was very happy.

She felt her whole body burning, her vision blurry, her face and ears turning unbelievably hot. She had seen Mister Long’s lips move, heard him call her name, heard him say thank you—it felt like she had been waiting for half a century for that.

Perhaps her reaction was too amusing, and he couldn’t help but let out a light chuckle. His lips curved upwards, and his furrowed brows smoothed out. His raven-black eyelashes blinked briefly, reflecting starlight in the depths of his eyes.

Mu Wanwan was momentarily stunned but quickly turned her gaze away, her face flushed. Clutching her skirt in her palm, she felt like such an embarrassment, but couldn’t suppress the rosy blush that betrayed her hidden feelings.

Mister Long looked at the crimson tips of her ears and the simplicity of her unadorned black hair. In that moment, a myriad of thoughts swirled in his mind.

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The brief afternoon spent basking in the sun seemed almost terrifyingly short, and the weight of life’s responsibilities pressed on relentlessly. Mu Wanwan wanted to refine more elixirs to be in time for her trip out the next day.

This time, she did not have any epiphanies. Also, because the saplings had withered due to the incident with Mister Long, and as she wanted to refine higher-quality elixirs for him, despite her working diligently for ten days, the number of elixirs she produced wasn’t significantly higher than last time.

The ones she prepared for Mister Long were pure, without any impurities, while the ones she intended to sell had slight impurities. After she had finally finished her exhausting work and felt too tired to lift her fingers, she took a moment to assess what she had reaped: 135 Grade 1 Spirit Returning Pills, 13 Grade 2 Spirit Returning Pills, 5 Grade 1 Condensed Snow Pills, and 1 Grade 2 Condensed Snow Pill.

She had also prepared some spiritual plants for Aunt Yunie. When she calculated the earnings from this endeavor, it didn’t amount to very much.

Feeling the growing chill in the air and the exhaustion from depleting her spiritual energy, Mu Wanwan packed the things away and briefly freshened up before heading back to the room.

Clutching the interdimensional pouch containing the elixirs in her hand, she looked at the warm glow of the lamp inside the room and suddenly had a peculiar thought—

She couldn’t help but wonder, why did it feel like she was the one earning a living to support her family, while Mister Long was waiting for her in their bedchamber like a dainty wife would…?

She shook her head, trying to shake off the strange thought, then entered the room and met Mister Long’s half-opened phoenix eyes.

Clad in loose-fitting clothes, his ink-black hair hung loose around him as he lay propped up on the bed. When he saw her come in, he immediately pretended not to have noticed and turned his head away. As she took a couple of steps inside, his ears twitched, and he lay flat, closing his eyes.

Mu Wanwan, “…”

She touched her face, closed the door, and then extinguished the lamp and said as usual. “Goodnight, Your Grace.”

The rustling of clothes was quite audible in the night. Exhausted from her day’s work, Mu Wanwan had no energy for idle thoughts. Her mind was consumed by how she would spend the money she would earn tomorrow. She lay down and quickly felt an unprecedented fatigue, then fell into a deep sleep in no time.

Cultivating spiritual plants and alchemy were both highly draining on one’s spiritual energy. She had already overextended herself many times in order to make more elixirs for Mister Long. If she weren’t a Rank 3 cultivator, her exhaustion might have led to more than just falling into deep sleep at night.

After she had fallen sound asleep, Mister Long sat up slowly. His legs still hurt, but he was able to move normally after using some spiritual energy.

Slowly, he drew close to her and touched her head gently, a tender smile on his lips.

His little wife, she must be exhausted.

When she looked at him, she always seemed so shy and happy. Could it mean that she had developed other feelings for him? Mister Long’s fingertip brushed the soft corner of her lips, and after hesitating for a while, he leaned in carefully and gently kissed her.

She was so good, to the point that it was already impossible for him to let go. In fact, he harbored a secret, somewhat selfish desire: he hoped Ao Qin wouldn’t uncover their secret, and he wished for these days to stretch on forever.

However, a dragon that always had to rely on his wife was a bad and terrible one. He wanted to make a trip outside.

In the past, he had a habit of hiding things outside. Once, he even disdainfully threw away the jewellery and clothes the demon clan had given him for his future wife at that dilapidated place. Now, he really wanted to go retrieve them.

There were also many spirit stones and treasures hidden there. With those items, his wife wouldn’t have to work so hard.

He had considered escaping with her, but he was still too weak. Not only would it be easy for Ao Qin to discover him, but he had also made many enemies due to his arrogant and reckless behaviour in the past. Moreover, he wouldn’t be able to guarantee her complete safety outside in his current state. So, it would be better for her to stay safely here for the time being.

He had wanted to distance himself from her, but he was just too selfish after all. These past few days, seeing her wear that pendant, a gift from someone he didn’t know, made waves of jealousy surge within him.

However, when he had merely revealed a hint of his inner thoughts that day, the terrifying look in his eyes had almost made her cry.

His possessiveness was so fiercely overpowering that he couldn’t afford to reveal even a fraction of it.

Mister Long’s lashes brushed against Mu Wanwan’s eyelids as he reached out to touch her smooth cheek. He thought to himself that the version of him she liked was the one who was weak, pitiable, and pretended to be cold.

If he were to reveal his dark and cruel thoughts, it might frighten her away.

If he left her, that darn feathery chirp, who could potentially gain spiritual intelligence and transform, then grow up in a hundred years, might take his place in her heart.

Just the thought of these scenarios made Mister Long almost lose control.

He even entertained the idea of disregarding Mu Wanwan’s wishes and making her stay with him forever.

He leaned close to Mu Wanwan’s ear, gently took her hand, and abandoned his daytime aloofness. Caressing her silky hair, he said in a voice as tender as a baby dragon’s, “I’ll give you something better.”

“Wait for my return.”

He suppressed his emotions, but couldn’t resist biting her earlobe, whispering, “Wait for my return.”