The pretty little follower gets targeted by the crazy guys at the elite academy

Everything happened so fast.

Li Ruo felt a chill on both sides of her waist, followed by a feeling of weightlessness and slipping.

She gasped softly, instinctively trying to steady herself, but her foot landed right on the edge of her skirt that had slipped down from her ankle.

The smooth silk lining, coupled with the panic of losing balance in an instant!

She stumbled and fell forward uncontrollably.

And ahead of her was Jiang Wu, who had just let go of her hand and was very close to her.

"ah--!"

Li Ruo cried out in surprise, instinctively reaching out her hands to grab something to steady herself.

The next second, she bumped into an embrace filled with paint and a cold, chilly aura.

Jiang Wu was clearly not expecting this turn of events. He was knocked back half a step by the force of Li Ruo's lunge, but his arm had already instinctively wrapped around her.

Warm, fragrant, and soft flesh unexpectedly filled my arms.

The girl's body was slender yet supple, carrying the fresh scent of camellia shower gel and a touch of her own unique sweet warmth.

Startled by the fall, she clung tightly to his neck, her warm breath brushing against the skin of his neck.

Her light apricot-colored slip dress had completely slipped down, bunching up at her slender ankles.

At this moment, she was almost completely naked in his arms.

His smooth, delicate skin clung to the cool fabric of his white silk shirt, creating a striking and stimulating tactile contrast.

Beautiful shoulder and neck lines, delicate collarbones, and...

Jiang Wu's body froze instantly.

The boy's amber pupils suddenly contracted, and his breath caught in his throat for a moment.

He looked down, and the panicked face of the girl in his arms was close at hand.

Her chestnut brown hair was a little messy from her movements, with a few strands sticking to her slightly sweaty forehead and cheeks.

Those clear, innocent eyes were now misty with shock, their rims slightly red, and their lips parted slightly in surprise, revealing a glimpse of their pearly white teeth.

Fragile.

helpless.

Tempting to pick.

Like an exquisite work of art whose beautiful outer packaging has been accidentally broken, revealing its exquisite beauty inside.

Moreover, it was alive, warm, and trembling slightly in his arms.

A possessive and destructive urge, stronger and more intense than ever before, mixed with the artist's fervent desire to capture the ultimate moment, surged up to Jiang Wu's head like magma!

His fingers tightened uncontrollably, digging deep into the delicate skin of her waist.

He wanted to meld her into his body, to freeze that moment of her panicked and vulnerable state forever with his paintbrush, he wanted...

He wanted to lock her away forever in this art studio that only he knew about.

May this beauty belong only to him, never fading, never leaving.

The comments section had gone completely crazy, filled with screams and chaotic characters, almost completely obscuring Li Ruo's field of vision.

Li Ruo could feel Jiang Wu's breathing suddenly become heavy and hot, could feel the tension in his arm muscles, and could feel the force from his fingertips that seemed to want to crush her.

She could more clearly see the dark desire surging wildly in his eyes, a desire to devour her completely.

The plan was successful.

The bait was thrown with great daring, but the effect seemed to be too good.

Her heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to leap out of her chest, but her remaining rationality held her back.

Now, is it time to reel in the line?

Or... will this fish drag me to an even deeper part of the ocean?

She nestled in his arms, tilting her face up, a few tears still glistening on her eyelashes from the shock, her voice choked with lingering sobs and a deep sense of embarrassment and helplessness.

"J-junior...I'm so sorry...I didn't mean to...my skirt, my skirt..."

She was rambling incoherently.

She tried to struggle out of his arms and reached out to cover herself, but the moment she moved her arm, she clung to him even tighter.

Jiang Wu's Adam's apple bobbed violently.

He abruptly released one hand, but instead of pushing her away, he forcefully grabbed her chin, forcing her to lift her face, exposing her tearful, panicked eyes entirely to his gaze.

"Don't move."

His voice was terribly hoarse, carrying a chilling blend of repression and fervor:

"Just stay like this, with this expression, at this angle..."

His gaze greedily recorded every inch of the texture of her skin, every subtle change in her expression, as if he wanted to completely imprint this unexpectedly created, exquisitely broken beauty into the depths of his soul.

Li Ruo froze in his arms, too afraid to move.

She could feel his fingers, which were gripping her chin, trembling slightly—not from fear, but from a morbid excitement.

She could also feel his other hand, which was wrapped around her waist, slowly caressing downwards along the indentation of her spine with a kind of blasphemous possessiveness...

The studio was deathly silent.

The only sound was the rapid breathing of the two of them.

There is also a kind of hissing sound, like a string stretched to its limit, ready to be released at any moment.

Just as Jiang Wu's restless hand was about to cross the line, and the fervor in his eyes was about to completely overwhelm his reason, the moment came.

Li Ruo moved.

She neither struggled nor retreated in fear.

Instead, with a force tinged with immense grievance and shame, she abruptly pushed away Jiang Wu's hand that was gripping her chin, while simultaneously leaning back to widen the distance between them.

The sudden and decisive action caught Jiang Wu, who was immersed in the dual impact of aesthetics and possession, off guard, and he subconsciously loosened his grip on her waist.

Li Ruo staggered back two steps, her ankle tripped by the slipping hem of her skirt, and she almost fell again.

She steadied herself awkwardly, hugging herself tightly to try and cover herself, but her exposed skin appeared even more glaring and pitiful in the dim light.

The simple panic that had been on her face was no longer there.

Instead, a layer of humiliation and anger quickly spread over her, her eyes reddened, and tears rolled down her cheeks like broken beads.

"Jiang Wu!"

Her voice trembled, choked with sobs: "How...how could you do this?!"

Jiang Wu was taken aback by the sudden accusation and tears.

He was indeed momentarily stunned by the extreme beauty and unexpectedness, which caused his reason to drop, giving rise to desires that were far more primal and dark than those for appreciating art.

But at this moment, seeing Li Ruo's aggrieved, angry, and tearful appearance, that crazy possessiveness seemed to be frozen, and a strange emotion emerged.

"I……"

Jiang Wu didn't know how to explain this strange feeling.

"I trusted you so much... I thought you were really, genuinely, trying to teach me and help me draw well..."

Li Ruo's sobs were suppressed, her shoulders trembling slightly, like a flower shivering in the wind.

"But you... the way you looked just now, your hands... you weren't looking at the model at all! You... you're just like all the others! You're lying to me!"