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

He reached out to touch her face, but pulled his hand back halfway.

He was afraid, afraid that if he touched her, she would shatter; afraid that if he touched her, it would all be just a dream.

He had countless dreams like this over the past five years.

Every time, he would find her, encounter her, and then she would vanish into nothingness before his very eyes.

When he woke up, he was all alone in the studio, sitting in front of the empty four walls until dawn.

Jiang Wu squatted by the bed, not daring to touch or move, just staring blankly at her sleeping face.

Moonlight streamed in through the French windows, spreading a silvery halo across the sheets, like water, like mist, like all the unspoken thoughts he had harbored over the years.

Li Ruo's breathing was even, carrying a faint aroma of wine.

The glass of red wine she drank at dinner made her sleep so soundly that she didn't even wake up when Jiang Wu pushed the door open.

Jiang Wu's gaze began to trace her forehead:

The arched shape of her eyebrows, the delicate shadows cast by her eyelashes, the subtle contours of her nose, all culminate on her lips.

My sister's lips... they look so soft.

During the more than 1,800 days and nights she was missing, he painted this face on the canvas countless times, but never before had it felt so real and tangible.

Looking at the face he had longed for for five years, Jiang Wu couldn't help but reach out his hand.

My fingertips hovered a centimeter above her cheek, feeling the faint warmth.

I dare not touch it.

I really don't dare to touch it.

He just squatted there, watching, curling himself up like a young animal guarding the treasure, afraid that the treasure would disappear in the blink of an eye.

Time slipped by little by little.

But in the world of Jiangwu, time seemed to freeze at this moment, and this moment was sealed in a thick and long way.

He even breathed very softly, afraid of disturbing this beautiful scene that he couldn't tell was real or fake.

[Aaaaaah, the puppy's paw!!! It reached out and then pulled back, I'm so upset!]

[One centimeter!!! Just one centimeter away!!! Go ahead and touch it, you little dog!!!]

For five years, he'd been dreaming about her, waking up every time he saw her. Now that he'd actually found her, he was too afraid to touch her!

[It's not that he's afraid to touch her, it's that he's afraid she'll shatter if he does. He treats my sister like she's made of glass, sob sob sob]

[Help! He was crouching by the bed, looking at her like a little dog guarding a treasure, not letting anyone near.]

[Sister, wake up! Your beloved puppy is right next to your bed!!]

It wasn't until Li Ruo turned over that the blanket slipped down a little, revealing her rounded shoulders.

Jiang Wu's Adam's apple bobbed.

He stood up and began to take off his wetsuit.

He had been wearing the wet, cold latex suit for too long, and he didn't want to hug her in such a disheveled state.

Inch by inch, the wet clothes fell silently onto the floor.

The moonlight climbed onto his body, outlining the boy's slender yet muscular profile.

His skin, which had never seen the sun, had a cold, white sheen. His muscles were smooth and thin, and his waistline was extremely tight, like a lurking cheetah, quiet yet brimming with power.

He slipped away like a fish, gently lifting the corner of the blanket and falling asleep next to Li Ruo.

[What? Taking off your clothes? What are you doing, puppy?]

[Wait, wait, wait! My sister's still asleep! What are you trying to do?! Although I'm really looking forward to it, but...!]

[Holy crap, this puppy's figure!!! It used to be so skinny and weak, but now it's... hiss hiss!]

[That body under the moonlight...it exudes youthful charm yet is incredibly alluring!!]

[That fair skin! That waistline! Is that figure real?! She's changed so much in five years!]

[Wait, he crawled in naked??? He...he...he crawled in without any clothes on???]

Sisters, calm down, this is pure love! It's pure love! Probably...

[Calm down, everyone! This is cheating! Zhou Si is right next door!!]

The blankets were filled with Li Ruo's scent.

Warm and soft, enveloped in the aroma of wine and the subtle sweetness of shower gel.

Jiang Wu closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and felt a burning sensation in his internal organs.

Then he opened his eyes and gazed at her back in the darkness.

She had her back to him, her long chestnut-brown hair draped over the pillow.

He approached slowly, little by little.

First, her hair.

He buried his face in it, his lips gently brushing against the soft strands of hair, as if kissing the edge of a cloud.

The fragrance of hair filled my nostrils, and a sour feeling welled up from the root of my nose to my eyes.

Then came the back of her neck.

His lips landed on her, as lightly as a butterfly alighting on a flower bud about to open.

Her skin was warm, with a refreshing scent after a bath.

His lips remained pressed there, lingering for a long time, as if drawing warmth from something that had been stranded for too long.

Li Ruo did not wake up.

Her breathing remained steady.

He kissed the back of her neck...that place must be so sensitive!

【Sister, wake up! You've been kissed by someone else!!】

His kiss was so light... After five years apart, the first thing he did was sniff her hair and kiss the nape of her neck... The puppy's obsession runs so deep.

Jiang Wu became a little bolder.

He reached out and gently wrapped his arms around her waist from behind.

Very fine.

He wrapped his arm around her and placed his palm on her lower abdomen.

Her silk nightgown was as smooth as water, beneath which lay her soft body.

He pressed his face against her back, listening to her heartbeat through her thin nightgown.

咚、

咚、

thump.

Every sound was so clear and so real; it wasn't a dream, it really wasn't a dream.

He pressed his face against her back, listening to her heartbeat, and tears welled up in his eyes.

The silk quilt slipped down as she turned over, revealing a section of her snow-white calf. Her ankles were so slender that he could easily grasp them with one hand.

He pressed himself against her from behind. His body was still damp with seawater, and his skin was cold. When she touched his icy body, she shivered unconsciously and shrank deeper into the blankets.

He pressed his ear against her back to listen to her heartbeat... The scene was both innocent and alluring.

[After five years, I can finally hear my sister's heartbeat again! Ahhh!]

His hand was on her lower abdomen...that position was so awkward!! But his expression was so devout, like he was on a pilgrimage!

Jiang Wu stopped, carefully holding his breath.

She did not wake up.

Wu propped herself up and looked down at her.

His eyes shone brightly in the darkness, his pupils a pale amber color, clean as if he had never seen the filth of the world.

But hidden inside are five years of madness and five years of infatuation, as well as a heart-wrenching longing.

His eyes were so clear, but beneath that clarity lay madness...

[Amber eyes like a puppy's, but puppies bite too!]

A strong possessiveness surged up and overwhelmed him.

He started kissing her.

Start from the back of the neck and work your way down little by little.

Kiss her shoulder blades, kiss the shallow indentation of her spine, kiss the dimples of her waist.

He couldn't bear to miss a single inch of skin, as if he were recreating a lost and found painting, wanting to use his lips and tongue to remember all the lines and light and shadow again.

Her body stirred slightly in her sleep, as if she had sensed something.

But she still didn't wake up; she just frowned and then fell into a deep sleep again.

Jiang Wu's heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to burst out of her chest.

He gently turned her over so that she was lying flat on her back.

The moonlight fell perfectly on her face, illuminating her eyebrows, her eyes, her slightly open collar, her delicate collarbone, and...

Jiang Wu stared for a long time, so long that the moon had moved half an inch behind the clouds.

Then he lowered his head and kissed her forehead, her eyebrows, her eyelashes, and the tip of her nose.

Finally, his lips landed on hers.

It's very soft.

It was a thousand times softer than he had imagined.

He gently held her lower lip in his mouth, as if holding a piece of candy he had been holding for five years without wanting to eat it, reluctant to use force, yet reluctant to let go.

His lips lingered there, feeling her breath brush against his philtrum, feeling the soft curve of her lips.

His kisses began to move downwards, to his chin, neck, and collarbone... With each kiss, his breathing became heavier.

"Sister..." he murmured softly, "I miss you so much."

She was asleep. She didn't know it was him.

But what does he care about?

Whether she was awake or asleep, as long as she was there, he would kiss her.

They kissed until the end of time, until the moon fell into the sea, until nothing in this world could separate them.

He was kissing her back inch by inch! From the back of her neck to her lower back!

[That indentation in the spine...he even kissed that spot...]

He said he couldn't bear to miss a single inch of skin, and he truly lives by that!

The puppy is no longer a puppy; it's a wolf, but a wolf that's only gentle with its sister.

Five years!! Five years without a kiss!! Let him kiss me! Let him kiss me to his heart's content!

[My sister frowned! She sensed it! But she thought it was a dream!]

Her nightgown was made of silk, with thin straps hanging on her rounded shoulders, threatening to slip off at any moment.

Jiang Wu gently gripped the suspender strap with her teeth and slowly, inch by inch, pulled it down.

The silk slipped off her shoulders, revealing her alabaster-like skin underneath.

He kissed her, from her shoulder all the way down to her collarbone, kissing her all the way...