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

In his agitation, Pei Qingrang made an outrageous request that left everyone speechless:

"Ruoruo, can I... suck your...?"

He didn't finish speaking; the words were stuck in his throat, like a fishbone, impossible to swallow or spit out.

His Adam's apple bobbed, and his ears began to burn.

Starting from the tip of the ear, the burning spreads downwards little by little, past the earlobe, past the small patch of pale skin behind the ear, and all the way down to the neck.

Against the backdrop of his gold-rimmed glasses, the red stain stood out starkly, like a drop of rouge accidentally spilled onto white porcelain—it couldn't be wiped off or covered up.

Li Ruo chewed on a strawberry, watching his ears slowly turn red, and tilted her head:

"Take a sip... what of mine?"

He wouldn't be thinking of...

Li Ru crossed her arms: "This...this won't do!"

"No, I mean I want to..."

Pei Qingrang's breath hitched for a moment, and his face turned even redder and hotter.

His fingers curled up on his knees, his knuckles white and his fingertips cold.

Countless voices were screaming in his head.

Shut up, don't say anything, you'll scare her, you'll scare her away, you'll push her further away.

But his mouth opened uncontrollably, like a runaway machine, crushing all reason and dignity, uttering a single word:

"finger."

Li Ruo remained still, chewing strawberries with her cheeks puffed out.

The garden was so quiet that only the rustling of the wind through the banyan leaves and the distant crashing of the waves against the rocks could be heard.

Pei Qingrang dared not look at her.

His gaze fell on his fingers, on the strawberries she had touched, and on the empty bottom of the food storage container.

His heart was pounding so fast that he could hear the blood pounding in his temples, one beat after another, like someone drumming in his head.

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"Your hand."

His voice was low and hoarse as he mustered his courage once more and asked, "I'd like to... suck your finger."

He said it.

He laid bare the thought that he had kept hidden in his heart for five years, a thought he dared not mention to anyone, right in front of her, like taking a still-beating heart out of his chest and handing it to her in his hands.

Li Ruo: "..."

It seems I misunderstood.

She slowly lowered her hand from her chest, then swallowed the strawberry in her mouth and looked down at the hand that had just touched his lips.

The tips of my index and middle fingers still glistened with the moisture of strawberry juice, sparkling in the sunlight like they were coated with a thin layer of honey.

"Only little kids suck their thumbs, Senior Pei... are you really going to suck your thumb? Why?" Li Ruo asked, puzzled.

Has this collector's hobby changed again?

Pei Qingrang's lips moved slightly.

Why?

Because he could smell her scent.

From the moment she sat down next to him, that scent seeped into his nose, into his skin, and into his blood.

It wasn't perfume, it wasn't shower gel, it was her own scent.

It has a light, sweet taste, like a strawberry, but not quite like a strawberry.

He smelled her for five years, thought about her for five years, and chased after her in his dreams for five years. Every time he was about to meet her, she would disappear.

He woke up and lay in bed, his fingers gripping the air, his nails digging into his palms, leaving bloody marks.

"Are you serious?"

"Um."

"You..." Li Ruo hesitated for a moment, "Are you starving?"

Pei Qingrang: "..."

He didn't know how to answer, so he just looked at her, his gaze moving from her fingers to her eyes, and then back to her fingers.

It's like someone who has been walking in the desert for five days seeing a drop of water. They dare not drink it, fearing that once they drink it, it will be gone, but they can't help but stare at it.

She looked at his face, which was slightly flushed from restraint, and at his fingers, which were clenching and unclenching repeatedly, and at the thin layer of sweat on the tip of his nose.

She didn't quite understand why she was so nervous about sucking her finger.

So she generously reached out and brought her fingertips to his lips:

"Okay. Okay."

He looked down at her outstretched hand.

Her fingers were long and slender, her nails were cut very short, and her fingertips were rounded, stained with red strawberry juice.

Her wrists were so thin that he could hold them in one hand; her knuckles were slightly protruding, and her skin was so thin that you could see the bluish veins underneath.

He didn't immediately put it in his mouth.

He lowered his head, brought his nose close to her fingertips, and gently sniffed.

The sweetness of strawberries, mixed with the faint scent of shower gel on her skin, and her unique fragrance.

The smell entered his nasal cavity, traveled down his trachea, filled his lungs, filled his blood, and filled every cell.

His eyes immediately welled up with tears.

five years.

He had been thinking about this smell for five years, trying to recreate it in the lab with various reagents, and burying his face in the clothes she had worn late at night to take deep breaths.

He thought he had forgotten, but the moment he smelled it, he knew he hadn't forgotten anything.

Every detail is etched into the bones, into the soul, and into the depths of every breath.

His lips pressed against hers, gently taking her fingertips into his mouth.

Li Ruo's finger curled slightly in his mouth.

His lips were cool, like jelly just taken out of the refrigerator, but the tip of his tongue was hot, like a beach that had been baking in the sun all day.

Two temperatures overlapped at her fingertips, like ice and fire falling on her skin at the same time.

The sweetness of strawberry juice melted on her fingertips, mingling with the faint fragrance on her skin, like seawater and candy mixed together.

His tongue pressed against her fingertip, slowly and bit by bit licking that small patch of skin, rolling all the strawberry juice into his mouth.

At that moment, he felt his body was filled.

Those empty, dry, and desolate places, which had been barren for five years, were gradually moistened, filled, and brought back to life by her scent.

He closed his eyes.

The tip of his tongue slowly traced circles on her fingertips, one circle after another.

"He was eating her fingers inch by inch...this scene..."

Pei Qingrang's eyes changed! That wasn't the look a scientist gives when looking at a sample; it was the look of someone starving at the sight of food.

He said "just once," but is that what he calls "just once"? He licked every single one of his fingers! No, twice!

Li Ruo's fingers were trembling. She was scared. She finally realized that this person wasn't the calm and collected Pei from the lab!

Pei Qingrang's tongue enveloped her fingers and pressed against them, causing Li Ruo's fingers to tremble slightly involuntarily.

She sensed it.

In the sensations on her tongue, he was no longer the calm and composed Professor Pei.

His reason told him to restrain himself, to be dignified, and to maintain the excuse that he just wanted to taste the strawberry juice.

But his body wouldn't cooperate.

He put Li Ruo's fingers in his mouth, from the fingertips to the second knuckle, and from the second knuckle to the base of the fingers.

That tingling, numbing sensation, like an electric current, spread from Li Ruo's fingertips to her palms, from her palms to her wrists, and from her wrists to her forearms...

It makes you want to pull your hand away, yet you can't bear to.

"Senior Pei."

She called out, her voice a little softer than before:

"Pei Qingrang..."

He held her finger carefully in his mouth, like a stray cat that had finally found shelter from the rain and huddled in a corner, licking its fur cautiously, afraid to make a loud noise lest it be chased away.

"Pei Qingrang..."

Her voice was a little unsteady:

That's enough.

He didn't answer. His lips moved away from her palm, tracing upwards along her fingers, inch by inch...

His nose brushed against her wrist, slowly moving upwards.

From wrist to forearm, from forearm to elbow.

His nose was cool, his breath was hot; the alternating coolness and heat fell on her bare skin, like someone setting off tiny fireworks on her arm, crackling and popping.

The explosion made her entire arm go numb.

Li Ruo's breathing became erratic.

She tried to pull her hand back, but he held it too tightly.

Do not……

He didn't use any force, but she just couldn't pull her hand back.

Because her arms went limp, like ice cream that had been baked in the sun for a long time, melting from the bone.

Pei Qingrang's nose moved to the inside of her elbow.

There was a small patch of skin there, as tender as a freshly peeled lychee.

When his nose touched hers, her arm jerked back.

"No...it itches there."

Pei Qingrang stopped.

He looked up at her face.

Her face was flushed, her eyes were watery, and her lips were slightly parted, as if she had been bullied.

His gaze lingered on her face for three seconds, then he lowered his head, his nose resting against the crook of her elbow.

not enough.

This is not enough.