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

Do you know what it feels like to be crazy?

"It's like the whole world is moving forward, but you're the only one stuck in the same place. For five years, I've stood there motionless, waiting for someone who might never come back."

He put his hand around her waist and lifted her onto the sink.

The coolness of the marble countertop made her instinctively shrink back, and he immediately tightened his arms, pulling her into his embrace.

Everyone says you're gone.

His lips brushed against her earlobe, his voice low as a whisper:

"But I don't believe it."

"I don't believe you will disappear, I don't believe you will leave."

"I built a team to study spacetime theory. When Pei Qingrang published his paper, I reached that conclusion earlier than him: you are not in this spacetime."

He gently bit her earlobe with his teeth, not hard, but with a hint of punishment.

Do you know how much I hate it?

"I hate that I'm not smart enough, not rich enough, and not powerful enough."

"If I had found you sooner, if I had kept you by my side, you wouldn't have disappeared for five years."

His kisses moved from earlobe to neck, from neck to shoulder, from shoulder to collarbone.

Every inch of it carries strength, as if to fill the five-year void, as if to carve her into the bones.

His fingers hooked the hem of her thin shirt and pushed it up.

The fabric draped around her waist, revealing her flat stomach and slender waistline.

His palm touched it; the palm was burning hot, while the fingertips were slightly cool.

His fingers slowly slid up her waistline, past her ribcage, past her sternum, and finally stopped at her heart.

"here."

His palm was pressed against her heart, feeling its beating.

"Have you thought about me in these past five years?"

Li Ruo did not answer.

Her breathing was erratic, and her heart was beating so fast that he could feel it through his palm.

"have."

He answered for her: "You do."

He lowered his head, pressed his lips to her heart, and kissed her through her palm.

"Because when I'm thinking of you, I can feel that you're thinking of me."

He looked up and gazed into her eyes.

Her disheveled, blushing hair and the glistening tears in her eyes were reflected in those dark pupils.

Pei Qingrang asked me if I had sensed it, and I didn't answer him. But the answer was... yes.

"Every day, every night, every moment when I close my eyes."

His hand moved away from her heart, slid down her back, and pulled her into his arms.

"So now, I'm going to take back what's rightfully mine..."

His kiss landed.

It was another overwhelming act of plunder. His hand gripped the back of her head, preventing her from dodging or escaping.

Li Ruo's fingers gripped his shirt so tightly that her knuckles turned white.

She could feel his heartbeat.

Through his chest and her ribs, their hearts vibrated at the same frequency.

His other hand slid down her back, gripped her waist, and lifted her off the sink.

Her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, and he used the opportunity to pin her against the wall.

The tiles were cold, but his body was burning hot.

His lips moved away from hers, traveling down her chin, kissing her neck, her collarbone, and her heart.

His teeth gripped the bottom of his thin shirt and pulled it up, revealing more skin.

His lips pressed against her lower abdomen, lingering there for a long time, as if in worship or making a vow.

"Li Ruo."

His voice came from her lower abdomen, muffled and vibrating:

"You are mine."

His lips continued to move downwards.

His fingers hooked the hem of her skirt, his belly pressed against her skin, and he slowly pulled it down.

Li Ruo's body tensed up.

Her fingers dug into his hair, unsure whether she wanted to push him away or hold him down.

He paused for a moment, then looked up and met her misty eyes.

"May I?"

He asked very seriously; he was asking about something very important.

Li Ruo looked at him.

His lips still carried her breath, his eyes burned with the fire of five years, and his fingers were clasped tightly around her waist.

He was holding back.

He endured it until his whole body trembled and the veins on his forehead bulged, but he still endured it.

He was waiting for her to nod.

But Li Ruo remained silent.

She lowered her head, her forehead touching his.

Her fingers slid down his hair, across his temples, across the tip of his nose, and finally rested on his lips.

Her fingertips traced the outline of his lips, tracing it once, then again.

Then she leaned forward and kissed his lips.

It doesn't sound like a response.

It felt more like permission.

Lu Xingzhou stopped breathing for a moment.

Then he kissed her back.

This time, he held nothing back. He gripped her waist with his hand, lifted her off the wall, and pulled her tightly into his arms.

Her legs were wrapped around his waist, and his arms were around her back; there was no gap between them.

His kisses continued, delicate and persistent, reaching every inch he could touch or desperately tried to reach.

His palm rested on her lower abdomen, his fingertips caressing the skin there, slowly sliding down.

The passionate kiss ended.

His lips returned to her ear, his teeth gently biting her earlobe, his tongue licking her earlobe:

"Have you ever thought about this moment in the past five years?"

"I……"

Li Ruo's body was somewhat out of control.

Lu Xingzhou placed his palm on her lower abdomen, feeling the rise and fall there.

His fingertips traced circles on her skin, slowly, patiently, outlining them one circle at a time.

"I have."

His lips brushed against her earlobe, his voice hoarse:

"Every day I want to be like you are now, and then call my name."

"Call me," he said. "Li Ruo, call me."

"Sweetie, please... call me just once, okay?"

"...Lu Xingzhou."

Her voice was soft and gentle, trembling involuntarily, like a kitten snuggling in someone's arms.

Lu Xingzhou increased the pressure on his fingers.

"Say it again."

Her voice shattered into pieces, which he then picked up one by one with his kisses and held in his mouth.

His lips pressed against hers, swallowing the broken sounds into his own throat.

Then he hugged her tightly, wrapping her completely in his arms.

The bathroom mirror was covered with a thin layer of mist, reflecting the two people's tightly embracing bodies.

The faucet had been touched at some point, and a thin stream of water flowed out, dripping onto the white marble countertop.

Outside the door, the sound of Zhou Si talking to his bodyguard could be heard from the end of the corridor, separated by a wall, by the sound of water, and by the intertwined breaths of the two.

Lu Xingzhou held Li Ruo in his arms, her face buried in the crook of his neck, her breathing rapid and disordered.

His fingers slid from her shoulder to her back, the fingertips slowly moving down the indentation of her spine.

With every inch she moved, her body tensed up a little more.

"Lu Xingzhou..."

"Um?"

His voice was nonchalant, but his hands kept moving.

His fingertips rested on her lower back, on that slightly concave area.

He remembered that dimple on his lower back.

He had seen her wearing a crop top five years ago.

He couldn't sleep that night; the shape of that dimple on his lower back was all he could think about.

Now his fingers have finally gained control of this place.

"Don't...don't move..."

Li Ruo pressed her hand against his wrist, trying to pull his hand away, but his fingers seemed rooted to the spot and wouldn't budge.

"What if he hears us?"

"What did you hear?" Lu Xingzhou's lips were close to her ear, his voice low and hoarse as it rolled out from his throat:

"Did you hear the sound of water? Or...our voices?"

Li Ruo's face was burning hot.

She bit her lip, not daring to make a sound, her eyes fixed on the doorway.

The footsteps grew closer.

In the corridor, Zhou Si's leather shoes made a crisp sound as they stepped on the marble floor.

One step, two steps, three steps... and then it stopped.

It's right outside the door.

Li Ruo's heart skipped a beat.

She could feel her heart pounding wildly in her chest, as if it were about to jump out of her throat.

But Lu Xingzhou's fingers tightened their grip at that very moment.

Her body trembled violently, and the faint sound stuck in her throat, which she swallowed back by biting her lip tightly.

The teeth sank into the lower lip, leaving a faint mark.

Seeing her trying so hard to remain silent, Lu Xingzhou's eyes darkened further.

"Sweetie, I'm about to move on to the next step..."