Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei's Bullet Screen Wish Machine

Chapter 119 Teacher Da Ling wins the first game.

The two returned to the living room, and Lu Mingfei lit the emergency candles, filling the room with the scent of lavender.

Lu Mingfei took a closer look at the label on the emergency candle. It was a brand he couldn't understand. It seemed that wealthy people even added fragrance to their emergency candles.

Perhaps the temperature dropped considerably after the heavy rain, or perhaps the tune Lu Mingfei played was too gloomy.

In short, after returning to the living room, Liu Miaomiao wrapped herself in a blanket and huddled on the sofa, occasionally shivering slightly.

"Liu Miaomiao".

Lu Mingfei glanced at her: "Do you have brown sugar and ginger at home?"

"There should be some in the kitchen."

Liu Miaomiao thought for a moment, then realized, "You want to make ginger soup?"

"Hmm, to ward off the cold."

Lu Mingfei nodded.

"Is hot cocoa okay?"

Liu Miaomiao raised her hand, "I want hot cocoa—there's cocoa powder in the cupboard."

Lu Mingfei thought to himself, "You're still serving this much food?" But cooking cocoa isn't that difficult. Lu Mingfei nodded very generously, indicating his agreement.

He had just stood up when someone grabbed his sleeve.

Liu Miaomiao stood up from the sofa, wrapped a blanket around herself, and looked down at him: "Lu Mingfei, I want to go too."

"Aren't you afraid of the dark?"

Lu Mingfei frowned. He glanced in the direction of the kitchen. The house was dark, and outside there was thunder and lightning. Every now and then a bolt of lightning struck, which was quite frightening.

"It's because I'm afraid of the dark that I don't dare to be alone."

Liu Miaomiao spoke with righteous indignation.

Fine.

Lu Mingfei reached out his hand, and Liu Miaomiao happily placed her hand in his and jumped off the sofa.

Lu Mingfei, holding a flashlight, and Liu Miaomiao, holding a candle, entered the kitchen one after the other.

After rummaging through drawers and cabinets, Lu Mingfei found cocoa powder and sugar, and took out milk from the refrigerator. Fortunately, the power outage did not affect the use of the gas stove. He put a small saucepan on it, poured in the milk, and started to simmer it over low heat.

The milk slowly steamed in the pot, then cocoa powder and sugar were poured in and stirred slowly with chopsticks. As the cocoa powder melted, a rich, sweet aroma filled the entire kitchen.

They poured the hot cocoa into two mugs, each picked up a mug, and clinked them together.

"It smells so good."

Liu Miaomiao lowered her head and sniffed the hot cocoa. Holding the cup with both hands, she took a small sip and couldn't help but squint her eyes.

Lu Mingfei also took a sip. Although he didn't need to dispel the cold due to his constitution, the hot cocoa still tasted very good.

The two returned to the sofa, each holding a cup of hot cocoa, with a fist's distance between them.

Outside, the rain was noisy, pattering against the glass, but inside the room was unusually quiet. The candle on the coffee table had gone down a little, its flame flickering gently in the melting wax.

After drinking most of a cup of hot cocoa, Liu Miaomiao was noticeably less hunched over. She pulled the blanket down, revealing her shoulders, and her delicate little feet emerged from under her, stepping onto the edge of the sofa.

Her feet were very small, probably only size 35. Perhaps because the edge of the sofa was a little cool, her toes, like jade beads, curled up involuntarily, then slowly unfolded, the pads of her toes gently rubbing against the fabric, leaving a few shallow indentations.

"Lu Mingfei, did you say the power outage was because of lightning?"

Liu Miaomiao said.

"The power went out before it rained."

Lu Mingfei corrected, "It's probably because some circuit burned out."

"Can it be fixed by tomorrow?"

"Generally, yes."

"That's good."

Liu Miaomiao put the cup on the coffee table and shrank back into the blanket. The hot cocoa made her face slightly flushed. Her hair was mostly dry and hung loosely on her shoulders.

She tilted her head and looked at the rain outside the window for a while, then suddenly laughed to herself.

Lu Mingfei gave her a questioning look, and Liu Miaomiao cleared her throat: "I was thinking, sometimes a power outage is actually quite nice."

"What's so good about it?"

Lu Mingfei asked.

Unfortunately, Liu Miaomiao didn't catch the "luckily, it's still good" joke. She thought for a moment and said, "I don't have to do anything. Anyway, the power is out. I don't have to practice the piano, do my homework, or think about the arts festival."

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That's right.

Lu Mingfei said, "You can also drink hot cocoa."

"Yes, you can also drink hot cocoa."

Liu Miaomiao nodded vigorously, the two clinked glasses again, and then she drank the rest of her hot cocoa in one gulp.

Lu Mingfei casually handed her a pack of tissues. Liu Miaomiao was stunned for a moment, and then she saw him point to his mouth.

Liu Miaomiao quickly grabbed a tissue and wiped away the milk foam around her lips. As an elegant little piano beauty, she still had to care about her image.

On a rainy day, listening to the rain and drinking a hot beverage in your room gives you a feeling of being in a safe house, making it easy to relax.

Lu Mingfei and Liu Miaomiao chatted casually, without needing to deliberately find any topics. They talked about everything from school gossip to the latest mobile phones, from which dessert shop was the best to the bald head of the academic affairs office. They said whatever came to mind, jumping from topic to topic, with occasional silences, but neither of them felt awkward.

Liu Miaomiao's voice grew softer and softer, and the emergency candle in the special glass jar became shorter and shorter, its light dimmer than before, but Liu Miaomiao felt no fear at all.

Liu Miaomiao yawned slightly, her eyes reddening and her eyelashes damp with moisture. She wrapped the blanket tighter around herself, adjusted her position, and leaned closer to Lu Mingfei.

Soon, her breathing became light and even, and she drifted off to sleep.

Saturday.

Midnight.

Lu Mingfei stood outside the railing of the arrival hall, holding the thermos he had drawn from the wishing machine's prize pool, and yawned.

I woke up at Liu Miaomiao's house this morning. When Liu Miaomiao's parents came home, they were shocked to find their daughter lying on the sofa with a strange man, fast asleep.

Fortunately, both of them were dressed properly and their clothes weren't too out of line. Liu Miaomiao quickly explained the situation to them, and Liu's parents learned that this person was their daughter's classmate who lived next door. The area had experienced a power outage the previous night, and the person had come over after receiving a distress signal.

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After leaving Liu Miaomiao's house with gratitude from the parents-in-law, Lu Mingfei washed up and went to Shengjing Building to take care of his and Su Xiaoqiang's small business. At the same time, he took a break from his busy schedule to chat with Chen Wenwen on QQ.

That evening, Lu Mingfei and Su Xiaoqiang had another heavy drinking session, but thankfully she didn't throw up this time.

Just after dropping the little fairy off at home, Lu Mingfei received a message from Miss Ling—with the flight number and arrival time.

Below it were three words: "Come pick me up."

Upon receiving his secretary's order, Boss Lu immediately drove over. Driving under the influence is wrong, so Lu Mingfei used the "Don't Die" buff to cleanse himself of all alcohol residue.

After waiting for more than ten minutes, Ling came out of the arrival gate. She was wearing a simple beige trench coat, dragging a small carry-on suitcase. Her face was expressionless, but there was a faint weariness between her brows and eyes.

"for you."

Lu Mingfei handed over the thermos, which contained black tea.

Zero took it, took a sip, then looked at the cup and then at him.

"It has sugar."

she says.

"Hmm, I remember you have a habit of adding sugar."

As Lu Mingfei spoke, he took her carry-on suitcase.

The two walked side by side to the underground parking lot. Lu Mingfei opened the door of the Cadillac Escalade and invited his secretary to get in.

"Shall I take you back to the villa?"

Lu Mingfei said while fastening his seatbelt.

He was referring to the apartment that Zero shared with his two other roommates.

Zero shook her head: "They're not here, and I'm afraid of the dark by myself."

When she said this, Ling's tone was calm, without a hint of fear.

Lu Mingfei thought to himself, "This excuse is too flimsy. Have you forgotten your super agent persona? And your tone doesn't sound scared at all!"

"Then... come to my place?"

Lu Mingfei suggested, "There are guest rooms in the villa."

"I want to sleep in your bed."

Zero said.

Lu Mingfei then remembered that Miss Ling was a germaphobe. She was the kind of person who would bring a cushion with her when she went out, so she probably wouldn't want her bedding to be used by others.

However, he was an exception—Lu Mingfei didn't know why.

"OK."

He readily agreed.

back home.

The secretary, who had just returned from abroad, was going to take a shower, but she hadn't brought any change of clothes. Lu Mingfei very voluntarily offered his T-shirt and shorts, both of which had just been starched.

As the owner of Jinglanju Chinese Spa, Lu Mingfei showed off his skills to Ling by preparing a bathtub full of water.

Ling went to the bathroom in his slippers. Lu Mingfei sat in the small living room on the second floor for a while, brewed a pot of black tea, and listened to the sound of the beauty taking a bath.

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More than half an hour later, he suddenly realized that there was no sound coming from inside.

"zero?"

Lu Mingfei frowned, walked to the bathroom door, and knocked twice.

No one answered.

He knocked twice more, but there was still no response.

A bad feeling suddenly came over him. The bathtub in his house was a high-end one with built-in heat preservation, which made the bathroom always hot. Soaking in it for a long time could easily cause oxygen deficiency, which is commonly known as bathhouse dizziness.

Without thinking twice, he pushed the door open.

The bathroom was filled with warm steam and the air was filled with the faint scent of shower gel. Ling lay in the bathtub, her head resting on the edge of the tub, her eyes closed, her breathing even.

Sleeping...asleep?!

Lu Mingfei remained silent for a moment.

Flower petals floated on the water's surface, and the bottom was clearly visible. Miss Zero was half-curled up in the bathtub, the water just reaching her collarbone.

Her skin was very fair, with a faint pinkish hue in the warm steam. Her collarbone was delicate and smooth, and water droplets slid slowly down her neck.

Lu Mingfei blinked.

As a gentleman, he only glanced at it twice before stopping.

The first glance is to confirm the situation, and the second glance is because the first glance was not clear enough.

"zero."

He knelt down and called her name.

Zero showed no reaction; the eyelashes remained motionless.

"Wake up, you'll get wrinkles if you soak in it any longer."

Lu Mingfei reached out and touched her shoulder.

Zero's eyelids twitched, and she slowly opened them.

She didn't seem surprised to wake up at this time and place, nor did she care whether her current state was appropriate. She simply blinked and then raised her hand towards Lu Mingfei.

"hug."

she says.

Lu Mingfei paused for a moment.

He never imagined that Zero would say such a thing to him one day.

Damn it, being this cute is against the rules!

Zero didn't lower his hand, just waiting for Lu Mingfei's response.

Lu Mingfei took a deep breath, grabbed a large bath towel from the hook next to him, supported her back with one hand, and reached under her knees with the other hand to lift her out of the water and wrap her in the bath towel.

Ling buried her face in the crook of his neck, and wrapped her arms around his neck.

Her nose was slightly cool, but her breath was warm, gently brushing against his skin.

Lu Mingfei felt his heart racing. He walked from the bathroom to his bedroom and carefully placed her on the bed.

Just as he was about to let go and pull away, Zero suddenly increased her strength, refusing to loosen her arms around his neck.

"sorry."

Zero suddenly said.

Lu Mingfei was taken aback.

"The chamomile, the one you gave me."

Zero's voice was very soft, "It fell off the table and broke."

"—It's okay, I'll bring you a new one next time."

Lu Mingfei said.

Hearing that the pot of lucky chamomile had been destroyed, Lu Mingfei was a little nervous. It was an item he had drawn from the system's reward pool.

According to the description of the wishing machine, this thing can protect her from one calamity.

The destruction of the chamomile indicates that she was in danger.

Fortunately, after a thorough check, Zero was not injured and returned unharmed.

Zero thought for a moment: "I want tulips, an odd number."

Lu Mingfei paused for a moment.

After receiving the lucky chamomile, he did a crash course in flower knowledge and learned from an encyclopedia that in Russia, chamomile is usually given to mothers.

Lu Mingfei was slightly embarrassed for a moment, while he also read about the symbolism of other flowers.

An odd number of tulips — doesn't that seem to symbolize a marriage proposal?

Are you confessing your feelings to me?

Lu Mingfei looked into her eyes.

Zero neither said yes nor no.

She simply lifted her face, brought her close to his ear, and, as if in the final confirmation step of some ancient ritual, gently bit it, then quickly released it.

Lu Mingfei felt her lips were cool and soft, and the air brushed past his ears, cool and refreshing.

But Lu Mingfei is now gaining popularity.

His heart rate went from normal to out of control in that single second.

Vascular dilation occurs, and the dragon's blood boils.

Lu Mingfei looked down at Ling, whose cheeks were flushed with a faint pink, and whose beautiful eyes were glistening with tears.

Lu Mingfei slowly reached out, cupped her face, and gently kissed her.

The edges of the bath towel came undone, slipped off her shoulders, and piled up on the edge of the bed.

Lu Mingfei reached out and turned off the bedside lamp.

It started raining again outside the window sometime during the day.

At first, only a few drops tapped sparsely on the glass, leaving the window covered in water droplets.

Suddenly, a zigzag bolt of lightning tore through the clouds, accompanied by a low rumble of thunder. The rain gradually intensified, falling from the sky and pounding against the window sill with a dull, continuous sound.

It was as if some invisible gate in the sky had been opened, and thousands of tons of rain fell to the earth, carried by the wind and splashing against the glass with a whooshing sound, wave after wave.

Water was flowing down the windowsill, rushing against the glass, and even the curtains were dampened by the moisture leaking in.

The rain blurred everything outside the window; nothing could be seen except water. Tons of water was poured down from the sky, only to be covered by new rain. Watermarks overlapped, layer upon layer, spreading across the glass, as if something had finally breached a dam.

The rain reached its peak, as if all sounds in the world had been swallowed up.

The rain is heavy; it probably won't stop until dawn.

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