Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei's Dimensional Gate

He reached into the corner of the passenger seat, grabbed a bottle of ice-cold beer, pried open the cap with his teeth, casually inserted a straw, and slowly drank it.

She skillfully gripped the steering wheel with one hand and held a beer bottle in the other, driving towards the suburban villa.

As they passed a speed bump, the sudden jolt caused all three people in the car to shift positions, sprawling out in the back of the car.

Liu Yanyan, whose head had hit the window, rubbed her aching head in a daze and opened her still-sleepy eyes.

"Hehehe... Little puppy, you've had too much to drink..." Liu Yanyan mumbled indistinctly, her mouth almost stretching to her ears. Her already rosy cheeks were made even more flushed by the alcohol, making her face look as bright as a sunset.

"You think you can outdrink me... You'd better give in to your older sister..." Liu Yanyan picked up a hand and placed it on her flushed cheek, feeling the lukewarm sensation of the back of her hand.

She twitched her delicate nose, sniffed the back of her hand, and gently rubbed it against her face.

"Hehehe...Mingfei, you smell so good."

"Um......"

Strange murmurs came from the direction of the owner of the hand, whose fingers were twitching as if they had experienced something very painful.

The drunk Liu Yanyan followed the arm to look at its owner.

"Don't worry, I'll take good care of you..."

Liu Yanyan's dazed gaze darted left and right for a few seconds before finally settling on the face of the arm's owner.

I can see this face clearly now.

Her short, flowing hair was tied back in a wolf-tail style, spreading out like Yotsuba's. Her eyes twitched from side to side beneath her tightly closed eyelids.

She murmured softly, "It hurts...it hurts..."

Liu Yanyan's lips, which had just curled up, were instantly suppressed as she looked at Zhang Chulan with displeasure.

"Zhang Chulan? Where is my Mingfei?" Liu Yanyan reached out and pinched Zhang Chulan's face, shaking it from side to side, and gently patted his face with her palm.

"I'm talking to you."

"Did you hide my Mingfei?" Liu Yanyan intensified her movements, reaching out and pushing Zhang Chulan aside from his chair.

In her drunken state, Liu Yanyan lost control of her strength for a moment.

Zhang Chulan was pushed off the seat, his head facing the ground, and he fell headfirst like a swan, his face pressed tightly against the bottom of the van. He knelt on the ground with his buttocks sticking up, his head, buttocks, and knees forming a stable triangle with the ground. Clear saliva dripped from the corner of his mouth and flowed onto the floor mat.

Having lost Zhang Chulan as his support, Lu Mingfei slid ninety degrees down the seat and rested his head on Liu Yanyan's bouncy legs.

A glint of light flashed in Liu Yanyan's dazed eyes.

"You can't escape my grasp..."

He grabbed Lu Mingfei's head and pulled it towards him, you could even hear the bones cracking, and then pulled Lu Mingfei's body into his arms.

Lu Mingfei frowned, groaned in pain, and his body twitched slightly.

Liu Yanyan's snow-white body pressed against Lu Mingfei's face, covering half of his face.

"You can't escape now..."

Liu Yanyan closed her eyes, pouted her delicate red lips, and slowly approached Lu Mingfei's neck, tracing her hand across Lu Mingfei's fair neck, which had never been exposed to the sun for many years.

"...Mingfei, you're so fair-skinned, you smell so good..."

It eventually landed on Lu Mingfei's cheek, leaving a faint pink lip print.

She gently rubbed her rosy cheeks against Lu Mingfei's neck, leaving a red mark every now and then.

Lu Mingfei, who was drunk and passed out, reached out to scratch the red marks on his neck. He didn't stop after scratching one spot and reached out to scratch the next.

Suddenly, a strong hand grabbed Lu Mingfei's scratching arm and pressed it firmly against his chest.

The marks on Lu Mingfei's neck multiplied, accompanied by Liu Yanyan's increasingly loud moans and Lu Mingfei's dreamlike voice, softly calling out, "No, no, don't come any closer..."

Driving, Feng Baobao was drawn to Lu Mingfei's voice of refusal from the back of the car. She put down her empty beer bottle and looked at the three people in the back.

Zhang Chulan was lying under the van, his butt sticking out, drooling, and chuckling.

Lu Mingfei was held in Liu Yanyan's arms and was being tormented by her. His neck was already red, and half of his face was covered with light lipstick marks.

Feng Baobao looked at Liu Yanyan curiously, blinking her eyes and remaining silent.

Liu Yanyan raised her face, her smile becoming increasingly grotesque.

The drool from the corner of his mouth dripped onto Zhang Chulan's head.

"Hehe...hehe...it's still better to be alive, it's still better to be alive..."

Liu Yanyan's perverted laughter gradually stopped as she noticed Feng Baobao watching her.

"Sister Bao'er~" Liu Yanyan's voice was a little coquettish. She tried to turn her slightly perverted gaze toward Feng Baobao and narrowed her eyes to meet Feng Baobao's blank stare.

"Sister Bao'er~ You smell so good~ You're so cute~ How can you be so adorable~" Liu Yanyan said as she gradually approached Feng Baobao, quickly kissed Feng Baobao's cheek, and then shyly withdrew.

Feng Baobao's eyes widened instantly. She tilted her head and stared blankly at Liu Yanyan, who was yawning. She reached out and scratched the spot where she had been kissed, then scratched her head.

"Damn it, another one's drunk and passed out."

Feng Baobao shrugged as she spoke, then returned to the driver's seat, placing her hands on the steering wheel.

The van arrived at the villa.

Feng Baobao opened the car door and dragged Lu Mingfei, who was dressed in tattered clothes with half of his neck covered in red marks and half of his face covered in lipstick marks, out of the car and threw him onto the mattress.

Then it was Liu Yanyan's turn; she placed the sleeping girl on her own mattress.

Finally, there's Zhang Chulan. He was mentioned, but then casually set aside.

After dealing with the drunken trio, Feng Baobao, feeling bored, turned on the TV and started eating snacks.

It was as if nothing had happened.

......

The next day.

Zhang Chulan opened his eyes, held his neck and stood up. The splitting headache almost made him fall, but fortunately he had been exercising recently and quickly straightened up.

He struggled to twist his cracking neck, which was accompanied by a slight throbbing pain.

"Damn, I think I have a stiff neck."

After a little activity, I felt uncomfortable as if every part of my body was working against me, and my legs even cramped a bit.

It felt like I'd just run a marathon; I felt completely exhausted.

It's just one drink, why do I feel so unwell?

He tried hard to recall exactly what happened while he was drinking yesterday.

No matter how hard he tried to recall, his memory remained stuck on the moment when Lu Mingfei was drunk and passed out. He occasionally had some recollection of what happened afterward, but it was all vague.

So he drank himself into oblivion. Is he going to make a huge fool of himself?

I don't think so...

Zhang Chulan tried to comfort himself.

He reached out and touched his cheek, and his sore buttocks.

It seems like he was slapped in the face and kicked in the butt.

Could someone be drunk and acting crazy?

I won't drink with people who have bad drinking manners next time; it makes me feel uncomfortable.

Ugh... What bad luck.

Zhang Chulan went to the bathroom and simply washed his face with cold water.

Good morning, Lao Zhang.

Lu Mingfei yawned and greeted him, looking like he hadn't woken up yet, and scratched his messy hair.

He reached out and scooped up a handful of water, splashing it on his face and slowly rubbing it in.

"morning."

Just as Zhang Chulan was about to go into the restroom and turn on the toilet, his gaze fell on Lu Mingfei's face, which was marked with a faint pink mark.

It turned out that he wasn't the only one who was unlucky; Lu Mingfei was also unlucky, which made Zhang Chulan feel a little better.

Lu Mingfei straightened up and wiped his cheeks with a soft towel, vaguely wiping away the faint marks to reveal a bright red mark covering half of his neck.

Lu Mingfei, who was not yet fully awake, reached out and scratched the red spot on his neck, and said casually.

"I had a nightmare yesterday. I dreamt that someone was trying to smother me with a steamed bun. I managed to struggle free and run to a safe place, but then a monster grabbed me. The monster was chuckling and was really weird. After grabbing me, the monster didn't rush to eat me. It was like it was disgusted that I hadn't taken a bath. It rubbed my neck hard and then revealed a mouth that looked like an alien's. Snap! It sucked on my neck and sucked right next to me. It almost sucked me dry."

Zhang Chulan brushed aside the towel Lu Mingfei was using to wipe his face and pointed to his red neck.

"Did you get this toxic from smoking?"

Lu Mingfei was surprised to see a palm-sized, blood-red mark in the mirror.

"Wow, this is exactly the same mark as the one in my dream! How did you know it was like this?"

Zhang Chulan didn't say anything, but simply removed the towel that Lu Mingfei had just used to wipe the pink stain, and brushed away the hand that was slowly scratching his neck.

"Because it grows on your neck."

Lu Mingfei's face fell.

"Oh no, we've been attacked by vampires."

Chapter 29: The Sorrowful Old Father, Xu Si (Please continue reading)

Lu Mingfei rubbed the red mark on his neck vigorously, occasionally splashing some cold water on it and continuing to rub. Instead of rubbing it off, it became even more vivid.

"It's over, it's over..." he kept muttering, the red marks on his neck becoming more sensitive and painful as he rubbed them.

This forced him to give up the rubbing motion.

"I'm going to become a vampire."

Zhang Chulan ignored Lu Mingfei's mutterings, went into the restroom, turned on the tap, and finally shook himself off in relief.

She noticed that Lu Mingfei was still standing in front of the mirror, staring at the red mark on his neck.

He felt that the red mark looked somewhat familiar, but he couldn't quite put his finger on why.