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

Li Ruo was wearing a milky white cotton dress with a round neckline that sat right on her chest, where she was most proud.

Pei Qingrang's lips pressed against her shoulder, and he could feel the temperature of her skin through the thin cotton fabric.

He opened his mouth, bit the thin shoulder strap through the fabric, and gently pulled it down.

The shoulder strap slipped off her shoulder, revealing a section of her rounded shoulder, fair and smooth, shimmering with a soft pearly sheen in the sunlight.

His lips pressed against hers.

This time there was no fabric in between.

Her skin pressed directly against hers, her nose nestled in the hollow of her shoulder, breathing in her scent.

His fingers gripped his knees tightly.

He endured it, until his knuckles turned white, until the veins on his arms stood out one by one.

What is he holding back?

Resist the urge to take a bite.

He resisted the urge to pin her down on the bench and let everyone know she was his.

The fire that had been burning for five years burst out from the crack in the furnace door, scalding his entire body, but he could not open the furnace door.

If you open it, you'll burn her to ashes.

then,

His nose tip slowly slid down Li Ruo's shoulder line, from shoulder to collarbone, and from collarbone to neck.

The girl's delicate neck was very thin and white, with bluish veins and fine downy hair underneath.

When the tip of his nose touched the side of her neck, her body tensed up abruptly.

"Pei Qingrang..." Her voice was a little hoarse.

"Don't hide." His voice was hoarse, with a hint of pleading.

"Don't--!"

Her voice rose, tinged with laughter: "It itches there!"

Pei Qingrang remained focused, pressing his lips to her neck and gently taking her skin in his mouth.

It's like having a piece of candy in your mouth, unwilling to bite it, yet unwilling to spit it out.

He pressed his tongue against her skin, feeling the pulse beating beneath.

Thump, thump, thump, much faster than before.

His lips moved from the side of her neck to the front, from the front to the side, from the side to behind her ear...

Behind her ear was a small patch of skin, as thin as a cicada's wing, with fine downy hairs and bluish veins underneath.

When his lips touched hers, her body trembled again, and her fingers gripped his shirt tightly.

"You..." her voice trailed off, "Are you a dog?"

He brushed his nose against her earlobe, his breath hot and ticklish inside, making her entire ear turn bright red.

His lips slowly slid from behind her ear along her jawline.

From the base of the ear to the chin, from the chin to the corner of the mouth, from the corner of the mouth to the edge of the lips.

His nose finally stopped at her lips.

Her breathing became rapid and hot, carrying the sweet scent of strawberries.

"Ruoruo..."

"...Hmm?" Li Ruo's voice was incredibly soft and sweet.

"Your scent..."

His lips touched the corner of her lips, but didn't kiss her; he simply lingered there, feeling the warmth and softness of her lips.

"It's a million times better than I imagined."

Li Ruo's heart skipped a beat.

It's not because the sentence sounds particularly beautiful.

It was because his voice was trembling when he said those words.

His lips were trembling, his fingers were trembling, his whole body was trembling.

He wasn't flirting with her.

He was restraining himself.

He restrained himself for five years, for countless days and nights, until his whole body trembled, until the veins on his forehead bulged, until he couldn't even bring himself to kiss her when his lips touched the corner of her mouth.

He was waiting for her to nod, for her to give permission, for her to say "okay".

Li Ruo looked at his slightly reddened eyes behind his gold-rimmed glasses, and at his thin, pale, and restrained face.

Suddenly, my heart softened.

She raised her hand and placed it on his cheek.

"Pei Qingrang," she said, "you've tasted my fingers, so you can't bite me now."

"Also, it's so itchy..."

Li Ruo's voice was muffled: "Don't do this, I'll die..."

"Won't."

His voice suddenly softened, becoming so gentle that it was unlike the man who had just said he would make her cry.

Next second,

He wrapped his large arm around her waist and pulled her into his lap, making her sit down.

Do you know?

His thumb rested on the edge of her lower lip, and his fingertip gently pressed against that soft spot:

"How agonizing was your voice when you said it was itchy?"

Li Ruo's breath hitched.

His thumb slowly probed into her lower lip, the pad of his finger pressing against the edge of her teeth, applying slight pressure.

Her lips were parted slightly, and she could taste the faint flavor of his fingertips:

"Bite me," he said.

Sunlight filtered through the leaves, falling on his face and into his naked eyes, now free of glasses.

"Pei Qingrang, put me down..." Her voice was so soft that it had no intimidating power whatsoever.

"bite."

He repeated it, his voice carrying a dangerous hint of indulgence:

"Didn't you say I was born in the Year of the Dog? Then bite me back."

Li Ruo: "?"

Does he really want to be bitten?

Then she... wouldn't be polite.

The next second, Li Ruo gently closed her teeth and bit his thumb.

It was very sharp the moment it was bitten.

The man's fingertips trembled slightly between her teeth.

"Ruoruo, your expression, combined with the seat you're sitting in..."

His gaze drifted downwards.

Li Ruo followed his gaze and looked down, only then realizing how dangerous her position straddling his lap was.

Her skirt bunched up at her waist, and she knelt on either side of him.

He only needed to lower his head slightly to see higher up along her thigh.

Her face suddenly burned.

She reached out to grab the hem of her skirt.

Pei Qingrang's hand was faster than hers.

His hand covered her bare thigh.

Spread your five fingers.

The man's hands were large, with distinct knuckles and long, slender fingers, exuding a fiery strength.

From above the knee all the way to the groin...