I Married A Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating

ivine consciousness leapt a couple of times with excitement, but stopped abruptly when it felt Mu Wanwan’s next movement——

She, how could she start taking off her clothes!

Mister Long grew light-headed in an instant.
He didn’t even have time to withdraw his divine consciousness before he saw half of her round, white shoulders, and the entire dragon seemed to have suddenly been thrown into a frying pan, crackling and sizzling, becoming thoroughly cooked at once.

Pink spread all the way from his neck to the tip of the ears, and half his face was unnaturally flushed.
Mister Long tried his best to withdraw his divine consciousness, his heart beating very fast, bang bang bang, like fireworks in his ears.

Louder than the sound of his beating heart was the rustling sound of her changing clothes.
His terrible dragon mind was filled with the white shoulders he just accidentally saw with his divine consciousness.
Presently, listening to the sounds in his ears, he only felt as if he were being struck by a million bolts of lightning.

She actually changed her clothes in front of him!

This was the only thought left in his mind.
Mister Long’s eyelashes quivered unnaturally, his entire dragon self somewhat trembling.

Mu Wanwan had no idea that her act of changing clothes at home because she had been drenched in the rain had caused such a huge impact on Mister Long.
After all, Mister Long was only a comatose dragon in her eyes.

She was wet and cold all over, and changing clothes at home was very normal, right? She actually wanted to take a bath, but she hadn’t boiled the water yet.
She couldn’t just keep waiting in wet clothes or she was going to get sick.
Also, she had half-opened the cabinet door to cover up a little, and Mister Long was unconscious, so she would definitely not be seen.

Mu Wanwan changed, picked up the dirty clothes on the floor and threw them in a basin.
She walked to the bedside somewhat eagerly, wanting to share the good news that she made a lot of money today with a dragon that wouldn’t be able to hear.

However, she was shocked at the sight of the unnatural flush on Mister Long’s cheeks.
“What’s wrong, Mister Long?”

The miserable sight of Mister Long’s rotten tail and vomiting blood previously suddenly came to her mind, and she feared that something had gone wrong with Mister Long again and she wouldn’t be able to help.

Her voice was gentle and urgent, making things even harder for Mister Long upon hearing it; his mind was now so full of bad fantasies that it was too late for him to escape.

Mu Wanwan reached out and laid on Mister Long’s forehead; it was a little hot, but he shouldn’t be having a fever.
She didn’t know that the direct skin contact from simply wanting to check his body temperature would plunge a certain dragon deeper into dire straits.