Chapter 34

Twenty Dragons (3)

Mu Wanwan looked away from Mister Long’s attractive abdominal muscles with difficulty, secretly despising herself for actually being bewitched by beauty. She sped up and finished cleaning up, then went out with the bucket of water. 

And at this moment, Mister Long was still battling the curse and the pain in his meridians. He was completely unaware that a certain ability of his half-dragon state had already been doubted by his wife. If he were awake, he would definitely be very upset.

After all, unless the time to use it has come, no dragon would simply expose anything, right! Moreover, the truth was, Mu Wanwan had already touched it, then said that he didn’t have it, how truly aggrieving! 

——Mu Wanwan poured the water away, then tidied the room again. She took stock of the things she bought today, rubbed her sore neck, and prepared to sleep. However, when she climbed onto the bed like she had the previous two nights, she realised that there was a problem. 

Mister Long had dirtied the quilt and mattress that day, and they still had not dried from being washed. 

They only had one quilt and one mattress now, gosh darn it. 

Was she going to have to sleep with Mister Long? 

Mu Wanwan went a little slack. She looked at Mister Long’s bare shoulders that were half-buried in the quilt and suddenly felt like she was having a little trouble breathing. Before transmigrating, she was still an innocent girl. Putting the fact that she had currently gained a disabled dragon husband aside, and also putting how she had been forced to share a bed but on two mattresses aside, was she going to have to sleep on the same mattress as him now?

Besides, Mister Long was also an innocent dragon! While he was now in a vegetative state, it doesn’t change the fact that he’s a dragon of the opposite gender, even though he wouldn’t and couldn’t express any opinion at present.

Mu Wanwan’s head hurt. She looked at the pitch-black sky outside and deeply regretted why she didn’t have the gift of foresight; she would’ve been able to buy an extra set of bedding when she was outside today then. 

The day was already quite late, and the formidable nature of late autumn gradually surfaced—even in the room, it felt a little cold.

Mu Wanwan stood on the slippery floor and sighed deeply.

She walked resignedly to the wardrobe and rummaged around but didn’t manage to find any thick clothing. 

Her gaze fell on the stool and table the original body had slept on before the bed was cleaned. The corners of Mu Wanwan’s eyes twitched; was she going to have to sleep sprawled on the table if the bedding didn’t dry? That’s way too miserable, right?

……

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——While Mu Wanwan was struggling over whether to share a mattress with Mister Long or not, in the elven market, in the shop where Mu Wanwan had bought seeds during the day:

Uncle Zong, the lion beastman, shut the shop’s door, turned, and entered the shop.

Rank 3 cultivators like him were eligible to rent a shop in the market for the long-term, and were also qualified to continue living in the market’s shop after the market closed at six in the evening. However, ordinary elven folk like Lan and Feng with no cultivation were not qualified to remain within the elven market.

Uncle Zong lifted the curtain covering the counter and the interior room and walked in.

Mu Wanwan had guessed correctly, they were indeed living here, and there was a small couch behind the curtain. Presently, there was a beautiful woman half-lying on it. Her face was clean and neat, and she didn’t seem to be a beastman. There was a trace of fatigue in her eyes, and she didn’t look to be very young anymore. 

“Cough…” The woman coughed gently, and Uncle Zong immediately became anxious. Such a big man, stood all tensed and helpless by her bed. He wanted to reach out to caress her, yet seemed so entirely cautious.

“Brother Lei.” The woman’s pale face directed a smile at him. “You’ve packed up for the day?”

She wanted to do her best to look a little happier, but there was still a deep exhaustion in her eyes.

Uncle Zong couldn’t help himself; he went to her side and grabbed her hand with his big hand, “Yun’er, I’ll carry you to bed.”　　

“Mm.” The woman named Yun’er lay obediently in his arms, and the two went out of the small room in the shop, opened the secret door at the back, and entered the courtyard.

“Brother Lei, what about Lan’er and Feng’s rent?” asked Yun’er. “I was a little too sleepy this afternoon and fell asleep.”

“Haha.” Carrying his lover whose weight was getting lighter and lighter, Uncle Zong held back the twinge of sourness in his eyes and laughed unreservedly. “I’d thought that the little lass who came this afternoon was another liar, but she turned out to be a good one.”

“There’s no need to worry about Lan’er and Feng’s rent anymore. That little lass actually secretly stuffed a low-grade spirit stone in Lan’er’s hood. She wasn’t even afraid that such a little elf like Lan’er would lose the spirit stone. She was clearly so tight-fisted when she was in my shop this afternoon.” 

“That’s good then…” Yun’er seemed to have exhausted all her energy as she spoke.

“That, that’s right.” Uncle Zong squeezed her arm tightly, “Don’t worry about them, they’ll be fine. That kid Feng is a bright one. After he discovered it, he even came here to exchange the spirit stone for silver and copper coins, and said he couldn’t let those other elves find out that they have a spirit stone. I was so tickled, haha.”

Even though Uncle Zong was laughing, the beast patterns on his forehead were becoming brighter and brighter. He rambled on a lot more, and only when he ascertained that the person in his arms was asleep once more did he gradually stop. 

He placed the person gently on the bed. Looking at Yun’er’s gradually paling face, he felt truly wretched. 

They had known each other since they were very young. Yun’er was once one of the most gifted beastman warriors in the tribe. In order to bear him children, she had lost most of her talents, but even so, they were still childless after so many years.

He actually didn’t mind. After all, if they had no children, so be it; it was enough for them to have each other. But Yun’er wanted a child very much, and as a result, was swindled by an abominable witch’s tribe, drank a cursed formula, and had her remaining talents sucked out of her, leaving her with only a weak body. She was now even unable to turn into her beast form, and could only rely on elixirs to continue living. 

But even though he had given it his all, the time she was awake was becoming shorter and shorter. 

“Yun’er.” Zong Lei uttered her name gently, slowly calming his heart down.　

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