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

He was wearing a light gray casual suit with a black shirt underneath, the top button undone.

Her hair is more meticulously styled than it was five years ago, and her jawline is sharper.

He looked at her without saying a word.

Li Ruo took a step back, her lower back resting against the edge of the sink.

"How...how did you get in?" she asked.

"They came in."

Lu Xingzhou's voice was a little lower than it had been five years ago, carrying a more mature and magnetic quality that came with time.

He took a step forward and closed the door behind him.

With a click, the latch went into the door frame.

As soon as he entered, the small restroom was completely filled.

The two figures in the mirror were very close together, his shoulder almost touching her arm.

"Does Zhou Si know you came to see me?"

"have no idea."

Lu Xingzhou took another step forward, his knee touching the side of her leg.

"So, keep your voice down."

His voice was soft, but his tone didn't sound like he was discussing something.

Li Ruo's breathing became erratic for a moment.

She tried to push him away, raising her hand, but he grabbed her wrist and pressed it against the sink.

The cool marble pressed against her palm.

"It's been five years."

Lu Xingzhou looked down at her, his voice as low as the gentle strumming of a cello:

"Do you know how I've spent the last five years?"

Li Ruo did not speak.

He raised his other hand, his fingertips touching her chin, gently lifting it so that her eyes met his.

The man's pupils were a deep black, like a bottomless well.

There is a fire at the bottom of the well, which has been burning for five years and has not yet been extinguished.

"I searched the whole world."

His thumb caressed her chin, the pressure light yet impossible to break free from:

"I posted missing person notices at all airports, train stations, and docks."

Some people say I'm crazy, maybe they are.

His gaze moved from her eyes to her lips, then down to her neck, which was covered by her turtleneck.

"Wearing such a high neck?"

His voice held a hint of amusement: "What are you hiding? Are you trying to avoid Zhou Si's covetous eyes?"

Li Ruo's pupils contracted slightly.

His fingers slid from his chin to his collar, hooking the edge of the high collar with his fingertips and pulling it down slightly.

The hickey was now visible.

It's light red and printed an inch above the collarbone.

Lu Xingzhou's hand stopped.

His breathing became heavy for a moment, as if someone was choking him.

His gaze was fixed on the red mark, his pupils contracted little by little, and the fire in the well in his eyes suddenly flared up, burning his eyes red.

"What is this?" His voice was hoarse.

Li Ru blinked: "I...I don't know, maybe it was a mosquito bite?"

"From a mosquito bite?"

Lu Xingzhou repeated those four words, his voice low and dangerous.

His thumb pressed against the hickey, lightly, yet with a chilling force.

It looked like they were wiping something dirty, or maybe they were checking something.

"These are clearly traces left by humans."

"Don't you know someone left a mark on your neck?"

His voice was trembling.

Five years.

He waited for five years, searched for five years, and restrained himself for five years.

He told himself it didn't matter, as long as she was alive, as long as she was safe, as long as she could come back.

But now she's back.

She had someone else's kiss mark on her neck.

Lu Xingzhou's eyes reddened.

That furious red was a deeper red, like magma flowing underground.

"Li Ruo."

He called her by her full name, his voice so hoarse it was almost inaudible:

Do you know how much I miss you?

He kissed her without waiting for her reply.

He showered her with kisses that seemed to want to meld her into his very bones, kisses that spanned five years.

He pressed his lips against hers, his pent-up heat finally bursting forth.

His hand slid from her chin to the back of her head, and cupped her head.

With his other hand supporting her on her side, he prevented her from escaping.

On the handheld device, she was completely confined to a small space.

Li Ruo's back pressed against the mirror, the cool glass against her skin through her thin shirt, while in front of her was his burning chest.

Cold and heat, reason and madness.

His tongue pried open her lips and teeth, with a sense of plunder, possession, and the pent-up hunger of five years.

His kiss was deep and fierce, as if he wanted to swallow her breath into his own lungs.

Li Ruo pushed against his chest, but couldn't move him.

His body was like a wall, a wall burned through by longing, hot and hard.

His lips moved away from hers, then traveled down her chin, nibbling at her neck.

She could feel him trembling as his teeth brushed against her skin.

It wasn't the cold, it was the shivering that came from finally being able to endure it for so long.

His lips pressed against the hickey.

Someone else's kiss mark.

His breath caught in his throat for a moment, then he opened his mouth, took the skin in, and sucked hard.

Li Ruo groaned and clenched his shirt tightly with her fingers.

He was covering up the mark.

Use your own marks to forcefully cover up someone else's kiss.

His tongue traced across her skin, the sucking force changing from gentle to fierce, as if trying to brand his mark on her.

Li Ruo's fingertips dug into his shoulder, it was hard to tell whether she was pushing him away or clinging to him.

The red mark has changed its appearance.

When his lips left, the color was even darker, with a faint bluish-purple tinge at the edges, like a crushed flower.

"You are mine."

His voice was so low it seemed to be squeezed from his chest, carrying an undeniable certainty.

He looked up into her eyes.

His pupils reflected her kissed, red lips and disheveled hair:

No one can take you away from me.

His kisses continued downwards.

The neckline of the turtleneck was ripped open, the buttons popped off, and fell onto the marble floor with a crisp sound.

His lips pressed against her collarbone, kissing along its curve, down to her shoulder, and then to the side of her neck.

He didn't miss a single inch of her skin, as if he was rediscovering her body with his lips, or as if he was making up for the five-year void in this way.

His palm pressed against her waist, burning hot, and through the thin fabric, she could feel the pressure of his fingertips.

He wanted to etch every inch of her curves into his memory, to make sure he would never forget her.

Li Ruo's breathing became erratic.

His knees pressed against her legs, pinning her between the sink and his body.

The space was too narrow; she had nowhere to retreat, nowhere to escape.

The mirror reflected the two figures: his back was taut like a fully drawn bow, and her fingers gripped the collar of his shirt, her knuckles white.

"Land Traveler"

She called his name, her voice trembling.

He stopped, looked up, and his peach blossom eyes were very red, like charcoal that had been burning all night, the embers not yet extinguished, but being reignited by new firewood.

His lips were also stained crimson, carrying her scent.

"Five years."

His voice was terribly hoarse: "Every day you're not here, I think about this moment."

His hand slid up her waist, his fingertips touching her ribs, stroking them one by one.

His movements were slow, so slow that it was as if he were doing something that required meticulous attention to detail.

I miss you being by my side.

His lips pressed against her heart, feeling her heartbeat through her thin shirt.

I miss your voice.

His kisses moved down, across her sternum, across her rising and falling breaths:

"I miss the taste of you."

He pressed the tip of his nose against her lower abdomen and took a deep breath.

Then he looked up and met her eyes:

"I'm going crazy, Li Ruo."