After Wearing The Book, I Married A Disabled Tyrant (MTL) [COMPLETED]

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Mu Wanwan finally earned it, trying to turn around and look at a dragon's expression now.

But Mr. Long didn't know whether it was nervous or something. He hugged her so hard that Mu Wan could not move for several times.

She was tired, and her ears slowly rose to pink, "Sir, let me go..."

As soon as she opened her mouth, the sound rang in the quiet room. Mr. Long's blood seemed to freeze in an instant, and all his freshly raised thoughts were replaced by worries. Froze in place.

Mu Wanwan took the opportunity to turn around and meet his eyes.

She had never seen such an expression as Mr. Long. Perhaps the curse lines were much lighter. His emotions were more easily captured. The curvature of the lip corners was a bit lower than usual. The eyes of Black Ru Hantan flashed helpless.

Mu Wanwan also saw the ears coming out of his head. The distance was close, and she saw more clearly-

It's not very bald, it's just that the hair on it is sparse... a lot of it_(:з」∠)_

Mu Wan curved his lips slightly upward, without tangling and hesitation, moving his body, little by little, when the lemon vinegar dragon couldn't react, he drilled out from the edge of the quilt and leaned on his chest.

Her body was full of heat, and the feeling of touching her body was so clear. From the tail bone all the way up, there was a numbness, and Mr. Long froze the whole dragon-

What is she doing, why is she not angry?

"June," Mu Wanwan wanted to call Mr. Long, but she felt it was necessary to remind him of his identity.

Feeling a certain dragon's tight body for a moment, she wanted to laugh a little, "There is no other furry."

Mr. Long heard her voice softly, "There is no other hairy, only you."

He seemed to be fixed, his eyes were a little blurred, and when he came back from behind, there was a small force on his lapel.

He lowered his head and saw Mu Wanwan glance at him with a blushing face, and then quickly moved away, but the hand holding his front was still not released.

His little lady is obviously very nervous.

Mr. Long's bald ears have been shaking because of nervousness, and the amplitude of swing suddenly became much smaller. His body slowly relaxed, but the heat was getting higher and higher.

Muwanwan was quite hot, but after she got out of the quilt, she sweated a little and the temperature outside was very low. She was a little cold and shivered slightly.

"Cold?" Mr. Long's slightly lower voice came back from his ears, and before she responded, she had a force on her waist, and she was pressed into his arms.

His cheek pressed against his warm chest, not soft at all.

There are even some things on her cheeks that make her uncomfortable.

Mr. Long's long arms encircled the person in his arms and blushed in places where Muwanwan could not see.

"Is it still cold?" He said this kind of love for the first time, his voice trembling.

The tip of Mu Wan's nose is the cold taste on his body, and it feels like it's about to burn. "Good, better."

Both of them didn't know what to say, the air in the air. The ambiguity was about to turn into substance, and a dragon tightened his arms, and gradually calmed down from that kind of stimulating state, watching sourly. The hairpin on her head didn't hold back half a ring, "Hairpin."