I Married A Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating-Chapter 41
Twenty-four Dragons (1)
In the blink of an eye, it was a week since Mu Wanwan went to the market.
She found some leftover ink in Mister Long’s former study in the side hall and kept track of the days every day. There were now seven more neat marks on the paper, indicative of the passage of time.
It rained for three days in a row, then it was cloudy for two more days. It was just as the quilt and clothes were about to get mouldy, and Mu Wanwan was just starting to suspect that the weather would never clear up again when the long-awaited sunshine finally arrived.
These days, Mu Wanwan and Mister Long’s days could be said to be rather peaceful. If she did not take the initiative to step out of the palace, no one would come here to make things difficult for her. And so, she finally got to have a short break.
During this period, except for the first two days when she was still trying to get a grasp on the cultivation of seeds, so the yield wasn’t very high, for the other days, Mu Wanwan cultivated fifteen burning grass seeds and three Bixing grass seeds each day.
To date, she had already successfully cultivated a hundred burning grass seeds and eighteen Bixing grass seeds.
She didn’t know if it was because her spiritual energy was special, but there hadn’t been many failures in the past few days. There were still forty-five burning grass seeds and eight Bixing grass seeds left. If she worked harder, she might be able to finish cultivating them all before the next trip.
With the infusion of wood spiritual energy, one batch of burning grass matured almost every two days. However, Bixing grass had a longer growth cycle and also absorbed more spiritual energy, so it took five days for one batch to mature. She now had quite a lot of mature burning grass and Bixing grass, but Mu Wanwan did not harvest the mature plants. It was very likely that they would start losing their freshness once harvested, so it would be best to harvest them all at once the day before departure.
It was pretty sunny yesterday and today, and the quilt was almost dry. Mu Wanwan moved the burning grass and Bixing grass seedlings to the courtyard. After finding a place with good sunlight, she started making plans to sleep separately with Mister Long tonight.
After all, when sleeping together the past few days, she kept worrying every night if she would crush Mister Long’s tail. As result, she had been sleeping in a very constrained manner. Now that she could finally sleep separately from Mister Long, Mu Wanwan was very happy.
It’s just that while someone was rejoicing, a dragon was sad. In fact, as early as the first day the rain stopped, Mister Long had started praying for the skies to not clear up.
Although that was very bad, he could only count on the period when he was conscious at night to hold his wife’s little hand sweetly.
The skies really did what he wanted—it was cloudy for a few more days, extending his happy time for a little longer.
But, it was only just a little longer.
“Mister Long, you don’t have to huddle with me tonight, are you glad?” Mu Wanwan couldn’t help saying when she came in carrying the dried quilt in her arms and saw Mister Long, who was lying on the jade bed.
She thought that even though Mister Long was a comatose dragon, she had heard that many comatose people still had consciousness. She didn’t know what had gone wrong, but when she woke in the morning these past days, she would find that she was clutching his hand.
The first few days were still fine, their hands were merely overlapping. But these two days, she was really becoming too much, grabbing Mister Long’s hand and interlocking her fingers with him; Mu Wanwan felt very embarrassed every day when she awoke.
It was also fortunate that it was impossible for Mister Long to wake up, otherwise, she might just turn into a block of wood.
After all, no matter how one looked at it, it was all her fault. Although Mister Long was once a powerhouse at the pinnacle of the continent, he was now in such a pitiful state and was unable to move. Apart from a wickedly handsome face and a beautiful figure, he had nothing left. But Mu Wanwan was different, she was strong and fit (she wasn’t), and also held the power to take initiative…
Therefore, being able to sleep separately was a sort of small relief for Mu Wanwan.
Otherwise, she was afraid that she would wake up in Mister Long’s arms one day—that would be bad then.
But he wasn’t happy at all.
As Mister Long thought this, his long and curved eyelashes trembled, reflecting his inner protests. Even the fingers hidden under the quilt moved restlessly.
It’s just that Mu Wanwan couldn’t see all this, and was even more unaware that a certain scheming dragon had actually become more and more reckless in recent days——
Since when had she taken advantage of Mister Long in her sleep? It was clearly Mister Long who, because of the ample amounts of spiritual energy absorbed these days, regained movement of his ring finger on his right hand in addition to his ring finger and little finger and spent lots of energy to clutch her hand every night, blushing.
“Mister Long, let me wash your hair.” Mu Wanwan looked at Mister Long’s long hair and said consultatively.
She had already washed her own hair several times during this period, but Mister Long’s had not been washed even once. However, as Mister Long didn’t have to do any work, his hair didn’t get dirty so quickly. Moreover, she was worried that washing his hair when it was raining would aggravate his injuries, so she had been postponing it all this while. The sunshine was rather good today, and now that she had a rare moment of spare time, this thought came to her.
When a certain cursed dragon heard that she was going to wash his hair, the unhappiness of having to sleep separately gradually dissipated, and his blood was even starting to heat up.
If she washed his hair, she would definitely touch his horns.
A dragon’s horns could only be touched by their partner.
She should know that, right? After all, this was one of this continent’s unwritten rules.
