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

Li Ruo looked down at his hand, then looked up at his face.

"Let go."

"I won't let go."

"Lu Ran".

"Let me help you a little longer."

His voice was muffled: "I swam for four hours, and my hands are shaking terribly. If you don't let me hold you, I'll fall."

Li Ruo glanced at his steady posture sitting on the bed, and then at his hands that were firmly clasped around her waist.

Why are your hands shaking so badly?

"It's not shaking."

"And whose hand is that that's shaking so much on my waist right now?"

Lu Ran: "..."

He slowly released his grip, lowered his head, and his ears turned as red as if they were about to bleed.

Li Ruo carried the first-aid kit towards the door, but stopped halfway and looked back at him:

"Your foot is still bleeding, you stepped on the floor."

Lu Ran looked down and saw that his feet were indeed bleeding.

When I stood up just now, the wound on the sole of my foot reopened, leaving a bloody footprint on the floor.

"I'm sorry," he said, "I'll clean it up."

"No need," Li Ruo interrupted him. "Zhou Si will wipe it."

Zhou Si has always cleaned her room. If Lu Ran, who suddenly arrives, takes over the job, won't the two brothers start fighting again?

She carried her medical kit out of the room.

Lu Ran sat on the bed, looking in the direction where she disappeared through the door, then looked down at the bloody footprint on the floor.

The corners of his mouth turned up.

She said Zhou Si would wipe it, not the maid, and not you yourself.

Zhou Si will wipe it.

This means that, in her subconscious, the island belongs to Zhou Si, and Zhou Si is the master of this place.

And she is the mistress of this house.

The woman of the house doesn't know how to mop the floor.

The hostess would only say, "Zhou Si will wipe it."

His smile gradually faded.

hostess.

He looked down at his hands, at the thin calluses that had formed on the base of his thumb.

He ran every racetrack in the world and won every championship, all so that one day he could stand in front of her and tell her, "Look, I didn't waste my time."

While I'm waiting for you, I'm also becoming a better person.

But what's the use of a better person?

She had Lu Xingzhou's kiss marks on her neck, and she was saying Zhou Si's name.

He was just a fool who had crawled out of the sea, covered in wounds, and was sitting on her bed bleeding.

He lifted his foot off the floor and placed it on the edge of the bed, looking down at the wound on the sole of his foot.

The blood was still seeping out, mixed with the yellow color of iodine, making it look filthy.

He stretched out his finger, pressed it against the wound, and pressed down hard.

pain.

He winced in pain.

But he didn't let go.

He continued pressing, pressing until his nails dug into his flesh and blood gushed out from between his fingers.

It's normal for it to hurt.

You have to experience pain to remember.

Remember that the marks on her neck weren't yours, remember the matter-of-fact tone in her voice when she said Zhou Si would wipe them off.

Remember, you're just a fool who crawled out of the sea, number three in line, and could be cut in line at any moment.

And then... and then continue being this fool.

Because, damn it, what else can I be if not a fool?!

He loosened his grip, looked at the blood on his fingers, rubbed it on the sheet, leaving a dark red mark.

Anyway, Zhou Si will wipe it.

Since she sees him as such a capable person, he can't let this handyman down.

Having vented his revenge and possessiveness, Lu Ran stood up, limped to the window, and opened it.

The sea breeze blew in, blowing on his bare upper body and his many wounds, making him shiver in pain.

But he did not back down.

He just stood there by the window, letting the sea breeze blow and letting his wound hurt.

On the distant sea, a speedboat is heading towards the island.

A man in a white shirt and gold-rimmed glasses stood at the bow of the ship. The sea breeze made his hair a mess, but he stood very straight, like a tree planted in the sea.

Pei Qingrang.

Lu Ran looked at the speedboat and twitched his lips.

Another one.

He turned around, leaned against the windowsill, and looked at everything in the room.

The bed was in disarray, there were bloody footprints on the floor, a half-empty glass of cold water on the bedside table, and her dress was in the closet.

This is her room.

Her presence, her life.

He stood there, like an intruder.

But his footprints were already on the floor.

Blood-red, and it can't be washed off.

"Pei Qingrang is here." His voice was very soft, as if he were talking to himself.

Footsteps came from the doorway.

When Li Ruo returned after putting away the first-aid kit, she frowned when she saw the trail of bloody footprints on the ground.

"Didn't I tell you to change the bandage and wrap it again? All these bloody footprints, are you making me act out a nightmare at this island villa?!"

Lu Ran said matter-of-factly, "Didn't you say Zhou Si would wipe it?"

Li Ruo: "..."

She picked up the roll of bandage, walked helplessly to Lu Ran's side, squatted down, tore off a piece, and rewrapped it for him.

"Wrap your foot. Stop the bleeding. Zhou Si's flooring is very expensive."

Lu Ran looked down at the small piece of white cloth and immediately lifted his foot.

"Li Ruo, are you... more heartbroken for the floor, or for me?" Lu Ran asked cautiously.

Li Ruo looked up at him.

Those dark eyes held expectation, trepidation, fear, and a touch of clumsy sincerity.

"The floor." She didn't even give him a second thought.

Lu Ran's smile froze for a second, then cracked into a big, bright smile.

"Well, I'm still better than the floor," he said.

Li Ruo stood up and looked at him expressionlessly.

"What makes you better than the floor?"

"The floor won't talk to you."

"You can't speak human language either."

Lu Ran: "..."

He looked down at Li Ruo kneeling in front of him, bandaging his feet. Her hair hung down, covering half of her face, revealing only a pointed chin and a section of her fair neck.

There are still marks on her neck.

Red and purple, like strawberries that have been bitten.

His gaze lingered there for three seconds before shifting away.

The sound of a speedboat engine came from outside the window, getting closer and louder.

Li Ruo finished bandaging the wound, stood up, and patted off non-existent dust from her hands.

"Pei Qingrang is here," he said. "I heard the engine."

Li Ruo nodded: "I heard it too. How did you know it was Pei Qingrang?"

"Because Guo Yiling was driving a coast guard vessel, the sound was different."

Li Ruo asked in surprise, "...You can even distinguish the sound of a ship?"

Lu Ran: "I can't tell, but I can smell it."

Li Ruo froze on the spot: "You smelled it? You smelled what?"

Li Ruo turned her head, a slight smile playing on her lips.

"The smell of disinfectant. He loved washing his hands with disinfectant, twenty times a day. The smell could waft over from across the ocean."

Li Ruo's lips twitched, and she looked at him as if he were an idiot:

"When did you inherit Pei Qingrang's dog-like nose?"

Lu Ran turned his head and glanced out the window, watching the speedboat get closer and closer.

The man at the bow of the ship wore a white shirt and gold-rimmed glasses. The sea breeze tousled his hair, but he stood straight, like a tree planted in the sea.

Lu Ran lowered his head and sniffed his arm. It smelled of seawater, iodine, and blood. There was no smell of disinfectant.

He lowered his arm and gave a slight twitch at the corner of his mouth.

"Disinfectant," he muttered, "I'll buy a bottle tomorrow and soak it all day."

He turned around and limped out of the room.

Two bloody footprints were left on the floor, side by side, like a pair of eyes watching the direction he left in.

[Lu Ran, wake up! You'll die if you take a bath with disinfectant!]

He was truly desperate. Lu Xingzhou had hickeys, Zhou Si had territory, and Pei Qingrang smelled of disinfectant. What did he have? He had bloody footprints and gauze.

He has seventeen world championships! He has fiery red hair! He has the unwavering determination to be a slacker!

But when Li Ruo mentioned the floor, he laughed even harder than if he'd won the championship. What an idiot.

[Six lunatics, each with their own style of madness. Zhou Si is obsessively guarding, Lu Xingzhou is calmly calculating, Lu Ran is clumsily pursuing, Pei Qingrang is patiently waiting, Jiang Wu is frantically hiding, and Guo Yiling is... still patrolling the high seas!]

[Guo Yiling: You guys go first, I'll cover you. I'll collect the corpses after you're done.]

It's not about collecting the body, it's about cleaning up the mess!