Chapter 16

Eleven Dragons (1)

Mu Wanwan was seriously considering the matter of whether she should take Mister Long to the courtyard to bask in the sun.

Although she didn’t have any experience caring for comatose… dragons, Mister Long was now in his half-dragon form, and she thought he wasn’t that much different from those comatose people in modern times. It was just that Mister Long’s body was stronger than any of theirs, and also suffered the most. 

She had participated in volunteer work in the past; those who had been physically disabled after being injured would suffer mentally and emotionally if they stayed indoors for too long.

“I have to get a wheelchair on my own,” said Mu Wanwan in a low voice. She didn’t know if there was such a thing as a wheelchair in this world, but Mister Long’s tail was broken—when he woke up in the future, it was most likely that he would have a disability in his legs, and might not be able to walk around easily. 

The tyrant heard her say something about a “wheelchair”. Even though he didn’t understand what it was, his intuition told him that this thing called a “wheelchair” must have something to do with him. The cloyingly sweet taste of Baizhen fruit still lingered in his mouth, and a trace of sourness surfaced in his heart.

This used to be the fruit he hated to eat the most.

Mister Long slowly withdrew his divine consciousness. Enduring those indescribable feelings, he mobilised all the spiritual energy within him, and attempted to put together his original core that had broken into several pieces in order to dispel the curse. Initially, he had felt that it didn’t matter anymore, but now, he suddenly really wanted to get well.

At the very least, he wanted to see with his own eyes, this bride that was brought in to ward off ill fortune and bring good luck that did not mind his tail. 

His eyelashes trembled; an unknown thought came to Mister Long’s mind, and gloom shrouded his entire heart.

Before the curse was broken, his tail would rot repeatedly. 

She might put up with him once or twice, but what if this went on for a long time? 

She would run away for sure.

The black and red curse lines on his cheeks suddenly moved in a hideous manner, like a poisonous viper twisting forward through dark thorny brambles, ready to destroy the faint, weak light at the end of the tunnel at any time.

——At this moment, Mu Wanwan was completely unaware that Mister Long was actually such a sensitive and troublesome comatose dragon.

Sitting on the stool, she began to think about the plot that was to come.

According to the original text, Bai Shuiyao should’ve already escaped last night, and had been forcibly kissed by Ao Qin, which should’ve put the first R scene into motion.

Ao Qin took up most of the first part of the description. Before the tyrant woke up, he was constantly entangled with Bai Shuiyao, and the two mutually flirted with each other. 

Mu Wanwan still remembered the words in the book that left a dark shadow in her heart, describing the scene when the female side-character had been stabbed to death——

“The powerful and formidable Ao Qin was enraged at the two for running away. In his fit of anger, a dark golden light lashed out; for some unknown reason, Mu Wanwan’s expression suddenly stiffened—her eyes rolled upwards, and slowly slid down against the corner of the wall, as if all the bones in her body were broken. Bai Shuiyao was thoroughly shocked; with tears in her eyes, she took two steps forward, as if wanting to help Mu Wanwan up, but in the end, before she managed to touch the even corner of the clothes of her mistress by name, she was caught in a broad embrace.

Ao Qin encircled her waist with one hand. The action could not be described as gentle, nor was it very rough; he just said coldly to her, ‘Don’t touch, it’s dirty.’

Bai Shuiyao glared at him furiously, her cheeks scarlet. Somehow, this led Ao Qin’s heart to be moved, and so, with her in his arms, kissed those pink, moist lips fiercely. Bai Shuiyao couldn’t even resist, and could only squeak out a no. Only when the two collected themselves from the kiss did Bai Shuiyao notice that there was no longer any Mu Wanwan in the corner—only a pile of mashed-up flesh in clothes was left. 

Mu Wanwan suddenly shuddered violently, her heart growing numb and tingly. Although she had now escaped this fate, the memory of it was unpleasant after all. She just didn’t know whether Bai Shuiyao had already run away or not.

Having a headache, Mu Wanwan rubbed her head. Regarding Bai Shuiyao, she actually didn’t have any good solutions. Bai Shuiyao was her maidservant in name, but wasn’t officially an untouchable. In the memories of the original body, although her father seemed to treat Bai Shuiyao well, he didn’t actually love Bai Shuiyao deeply. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have sent both his daughters into the tyrant’s manor like a buy-one-get-one-free deal for the sake of personal interest after his downfall. 

Even though she could use the identity of being her so-called mistress to suppress her for now, she couldn’t really cause any substantial harm to Bai Shuiyao.　　

Moreover, both she and Mister Long had no one to count on; if Bai Shuiyao really hooked up with Ao Qin, she would surely be bullied by her then.

Mu Wanwan was still having a headache when she saw Bai Shuiyao pushing the door open from outside in a hurry.

Her hair was in a mess, and her plain white dress was covered with mud. There was a little bloodstain on her cheeks, and her expression was a little panicked and grieved. Before Mu Wanwan could put down the seed, Bai Shuiyao grabbed her arm. “My lady, I— I’m done for, help me!”　　

As soon as she heard the words, ‘my lady’, Mu Wanwan’s heart clenched. Bai Shuiyao took the initiative to call her ‘my lady’—this couldn’t be good! 

Bai Shuiyao’s voice was hoarse and aggrieved. Her beautiful peach blossom eyes were full of tears, and her eyes were even filled with emotion. Her lips were a little red and swollen, and it looked like someone had had their way with her. She said softly, “Wanwan, I, I……”

Mu Wanwan’s heart squeezed, as if she had seen the hard and tragic future of Mister Long and herself through Bai Shuiyao’s neck that was full of red marks. Panicked, she said, “Could it be that Ao Qin had taken…”

“…A fancy to you?” Before she could say these last few words, Bai Shuiyao interrupted her as she cried, “I’ve been punished by Ao Qin to do hard labour in the Cold Palace at the edge of the forbidden grounds!”

Huh??

Hard labour??

Mu Wanwan was a little stunned by her words, and the seed in her hand fell to the ground with a clatter. She asked with some disbelief, “Did I hear you right? Aren’t your lips swollen from being forcefully kissed by Ao Qin?”

Bai Shuiyao was already upset because of yesterday’s vexatious incident, and seeing Mu Wanwan’s surprised and dumbfounded look now, the anger in her heart was on the verge of bursting out. “What are you talking about, my lips are like this from been kissed by Qing Ye!”

Mu Wanwan, “……” 

Why was this plot not quite the same as what she’d thought?

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