Fifty-two Dragons (1) - unedited

Feeling the reflexive movements of the fingertip on his tongue, Mister Long’s entire dragon body stiffened.

Before developing a series of symptoms such as blushing, heart racing, and spontaneous combustion, he felt like he was about to fall into an ice abyss along with his heart——

Could it be…

That she’s woken up?

At this moment, Mister Long no longer knew how he should react.

If she found out that not only did he wake up, but also secretly did this kind of thing to her in the middle of the night, she would definitely feel very disgusted, right? She might even think he’s a pervert—a nasty and disgusting dragon.

Mister Long’s head went blank, and he just froze instinctively.

In the black of the night, he maintained the ridiculous action of holding her hand and having her fingertip in his mouth. All his muscles were tense, and his heart was about to stop. The saliva he didn’t manage to swallow in time slid along his lips and left a suggestive, meandering trace.

Mu Wanwan only felt something wasn’t quite right. She touched the moist, soft, and warm thing, moved her fingers, then also touched some hard things. Together, the feeling was a little peculiar.

But soon, the cold air from outside the quilt crept up her arms and the backs of her hands.

Mhm…

It was a little cold.

Mu Wanwan wanted to retract her hand, but Mister Long simply did not dare to move. He felt her fingertip glide across his sensitive tongue, all the way to his sharp canines, before she pulled it out.

It made a “pop” sound.

The sound was a little loud, and Mister Long felt like he was about to suffocate. He couldn’t care less that the contents of the interdimensional pouch haven’t been taken out, nor did he care if there might be any flaws in his plan. Almost immediately, he fell to the side, anxiously pretending to be a comatose dragon →_→

If his wife was woken up by his licking and found that he was doing something bad to her, then he would really be too ashamed to show his face.

Mu Wanwan also felt that something wasn’t quite right. After retracting her hand, she felt that her fingertip was a little sticky, and there seemed to be something moving on the bed. Moreover, as it hadn’t been a particularly tiring day, she wasn’t sleeping very soundly. So, she slowly opened her eyes.

The room was quiet, as if nothing had happened, and it also quiet outside.

The feathery chirp and the chicks were all asleep, and Mister Long was also breathing very evenly… Eh?

Mister Long seems to be breathing very rapidly?

Mu Wanwan lifted part of her quilt dazedly. She raised her still-cold hand and put two fingers together. It was very moist, but she couldn’t see what it was in the darkness of the night.

Her first thought was that she had drooled in her sleep, but when she touched her pillow, it was dry as can be.

If it wasn’t her drool, could it be Mister Long’s blood?

Mu Wanwan was awake at once.

Mister Long’s wretched condition from before was still fresh in her mind. Whether he had vomited blood or if his tail was secreting pus again, they were both bad news.

Mu Wanwan stumbled up to light the lamp, not knowing that when she got up, Mister Long, who was lying beside her, was secretly looking at her with his spiritual consciousness.

Only heaven knew about the tremulous fear that coursed through his blood when his spiritual consciousness saw his wife suspiciously holding her fingers together.

And about the awful thought he had——

I-if she licks it…

He can’t anymore— the dragon was about to be beaten by his imagination.

Mu Wanwan lit the lamp and warm light filled the room.

Mu Wanwan found a handkerchief and wiped her hands clean. At the same time, she also heaved a sigh of relief. Thank goodness, it was neither blood nor pus, so it shouldn’t be anything serious.

Mengmeng was very sensitive to changes in the light. It opened its large, black bean-like eyes and looked puzzledly at Mu Wanwan. “Chirp chirp~?”

Mu Wanwan was still a little cold. She was only wearing a thin inner garment, which was now a little messy. Below the collar, her beautiful collarbones could vaguely be seen. Her long hair draped down, and she raised her hand to touch Mengmeng’s head, revealing a portion of her fair wrist.

Mister Long’s spiritual consciousness, that was glued to her body, seemed to have been scalded, and shrunk back abruptly—

He closed his eyes properly this time and didn’t dare to do anything more.

His wife had fed him well in the day, and a new spirit stone had been placed by his bed. The curse in his body was still severe, but it no longer caused as much pain as before.

It was no longer like before, when the pain was so severe that his meridians were broken, and any movement felt as if his bones were being gouged out.

It’s just to the extent where it felt like he was being stabbed by countless fine needles, little by little.

It was something he could bear.

He closed his eyes. His head was filled with the appearance of her he had just seen, and his blood gradually grew hot. There was even a strange feeling that was stronger than the pain buried in his body. Bit by bit, like waves, it pushed him to his wit’s end, making his ears tremble.

It was just as stimulating as when she had given him a bath that day.

Mister Long didn’t know that he was now blushing to the point of others almost not being able to make out his face anymore. He naively thought that as long as he kept his eyes closed and did not move, there would be nothing amiss.

The poor dragon didn’t even know that he had a problem of blushing easily~

Mu Wanwan went to the bed. She lifted the red nuptial quilt, glanced inside, and determined that Mister Long’s tail was fine. It was just that the scales near the waist seemed to be a little different—they were slightly higher than usual, but it shouldn’t be anything serious.

So, the thing on her finger…

Mu Wanwan had a somewhat terrible speculation and looked up at Mister Long’s cheeks——

They were flushed, and there was a hint of shine around his lips…

Mu Wanwan, “...”

Her face turned red instantly.

So, did she have the feeling that something wasn’t right just now because she poked her hand into Mister Long’s mouth?