I Married A Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating

hite fur were also standing up in all directions, trembling weakly in the air.

Mu Wanwan felt that she was really too much, how could she take advantage of the dragon’s perilous state!

She was wrong, but she would still dare to do it again next time… QWQ

It might be because furry things had a strong healing effect, so even though there were still a bunch of chores to do, Mu Wanwan didn’t feel so tired anymore.

She smiled, thinking about the promise she made this morning to treat Mister Long better in the future.
Then, seeing his vulnerable self—twitching ears, closed eyes and all—wholeheartedly relying on her, she became full of motivation——

She was no longer alone now.

She had been alone for more than twenty years.
Before transmigrating here, she was also only constantly working hard to get by.
She had no family background, nor was she particularly smart.
Even after giving it her all in her studies, she only managed to get into an average university and found a job that was very hard but paid well to sustain her livelihood.

Back then, her wish was to be rich and to be able to stop being all by herself.

Now, although she still… had no money…

But she had a dragon.

Mu Wanwan’s eyes stung a little.
It’s just that she didn’t know if her dragon would leave her after waking up.

She stopped thinking about issues like that that filled her with sourness at the slightest thought and hurried off to cook.

The meat she bought already smelled a little off, so even though it was a pity, Mu Wanwan still threw it away.
She couldn’t get sick again no matter what.

The vegetables just needed a little freshening up, and the eggs were still good too.

She lit a stalk of burning grass and scrambled two eggs for herself.
She made steamed eggs with the two spirit stones she bought for Mister Long—it would be easier to eat that way.

When she finished cooking the dishes, the spiritual rice congee was also ready.

Mu Wanwan originally thought that feeding the dragon would go as smoothly as before, and had even planned to do the laundry and cultivate seeds to make money later, but today, Mister Long couldn’t eat anything at all.

For the seventh time, Mu Wanwan brought a spoonful of spiritual rice congee to Mister Long’s mouth and pinched his chin, but this time, Mister Long kept his lips tightly pursed and there was no way to feed him at all.

Mu Wanwan grew a little anxious.
She tried a few more times, and even kind of forced his mouth open and fed him a spoonful.
But while the congee went in, very soon after, he spat it out along with some bloody spit, staining the handkerchief Mu Wanwan placed on his chest with dots of red.

Vomiting blood?