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

21

It was already very late, and the power of late autumn was gradually reflected. Mu Wanwan stood on the ground and could feel the coolness climbing up the floor. She glanced at Mr. Long, who was lying on the bed quietly, and at the thick mattress and jade bed under him, tangled in her heart.

It's strange to say, this bed in Mr. Long's room doesn't know what material it is, it looks like a jade bed, but it is not as cold as the jade bed, but it is a little warm and comfortable to sleep. .......

The more Mu Wanwan thought about it, the more shaken it became. When she came back to her senses, she had already walked to the bedside.

There was only one lamp on the table next to the bed in the room, and a soft light shone through the hood. Looking at Mei Long under the lamp, Mu Wanwan's eyes unconsciously moved to Mr. Long's face.

He had broken hair on his forehead, but she set it aside for the sake of washing his face. Two long strands of curly hair hung on the side, and there were strange lines on the face, but even so, it could be faint See how handsome he is.

He is a beautiful dragon.

Mu Wanwan thought, it was really beautiful.

And she can't move now, the gentleman can't take the danger, she still don't want to sleep with Mr. Long.

Mu Wan sighed, helped Mr. Long cover the quilt, found some slightly thicker clothes, and climbed onto the bed in vain.

Fortunately, this jade bed is not very cold, and sleeping here is much better than lying on the table ...

Anyway, if the weather is good tomorrow, the quilts and cushions will be dried, and it will be one night, without hindrance.

Mu Wanwan turned sideways, daring not to see Mr. Long lying beside her, and slowly closed her eyes.

But God didn't know if he was joking with her. When Mu Wanwan woke up from a sore backache the next day, he heard a pattering rain coming from outside the house.

It's raining.

Mu Wanwan rubbed her head a bit painfully. Fortunately, she put in the quilt and mattress last night, otherwise she would have to wait for several days.

She got up to wash, and after a long search, she finally found an oil-paper umbrella with a corner missing in a side hall. She wore an umbrella between the main hall and the side hall to make breakfast and lunch.

Today, she was awake a little late, and she simply made breakfast. It 's a pity that I didn't eat the meat yesterday. It's better to boil Lingzhu bone soup at noon. Mu Wanwan thought about the dishes and started to work.

The vegetables bought from the market are very good. Maple and Lan'er, the elves 'siblings' skills in serving vegetables, are very good. Even after one night, the leaves of the vegetables are not very lush.

In the modern days, she lived by herself, and she also mastered the skill of cooking first-hand. It is not a master chef, but some home-cooked dishes are ok, and the speed of cooking is not slow.

The palace on a rainy day looks a bit more mysterious than usual. Mu Wan bends her umbrella and walks from the side hall to the main hall, crosses the corridor, walks through the yard, and when he is almost at the door of the room, his foot slips, almost Not standing firmly, the umbrella fell directly to the ground.

Mu Wanwan took care of the food container with one hand and rubbed it against the wall with one hand. The wall was not very smooth, and she happily rubbed it to the corner. She almost broke her palm and saw blood.

She could not help shouting in pain, a few drops of rain dripping down her scalp, covering her sight, Mu Wan bends her hands in awkward wiping, and has not had time to pick up the umbrella on the ground. There was a man in front of his dim eyes—