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

"one……"

The moment Li Ruo finished speaking,

Zhou Si, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, suddenly pushed her backward!

Caught off guard, Li Ruo stumbled and fell onto the soft carpet, her chestnut-brown hair cascading over her shoulders. She looked up at the boy opposite her, still sporting a sweet smile.

Like a little devil who has succeeded in his evil scheme.

Zhou Si seemed surprised by his own overreaction.

He was panting heavily, his swollen chest heaving violently, his cheeks, ears, and even neck were red, and he glared fiercely at Li Ruo.

But beneath that fierceness lay an undeniable panic and an utterly innocent helplessness.

"You...you're kidding me!"

His voice was still hoarse, but he tried to raise it, attempting to regain his strength:

"I'm not buying your act!"

Li Ruo sat on the carpet, slowly straightening her skirt. Instead of getting up, she tilted her head back and looked at him with a smile.

"Oh? Which one does the senior like?"

She tilted her head, her eyes innocent.

"Didn't the senior just ask me what I meant to you? I was just... answering you."

Zhou Si was speechless, and after a long pause, he finally managed to utter:

"...What the hell are you going to answer!"

He scratched his buzz cut in frustration and paced back and forth in the room like a trapped beast.

Then he suddenly stopped, turned around, and looked down at Li Ruo, who had stood up.

His eyes were incredibly complex.

There was anger, desire, and an inexplicable sense of frustration.

"Stop trying to fool me!"

His voice was muffled, carrying a stubbornness that seemed determined to go all out:

"You...you and that madman Jiang Wu...in the art studio...like that...like that..."

He talked like that for a long time, but couldn't come up with a clear explanation.

Instead, her face turned even redder.

His eyes hardened, and he stared intently at Li Ruo, demanding an explanation.

Looking at him, who was clearly so concerned and jealous, yet unable to express it due to his naivety and clumsiness, Li Ruo felt a mischievous urge rise within her again.

She stood up from the ground, dusted off non-existent dust from her body, and walked step by step toward Zhou Si.

Zhou Si instinctively wanted to back away, but his feet seemed to be nailed to the spot, and he just stared at her with his neck stiff.

Li Ruo walked up to him, so close that she could feel his hot breath.

She raised her hand and gently touched the corner of his lips, which appeared somewhat sharp due to his tightly pursed lips.

"What exactly does the senior want to know?"

She lowered her voice further, with a hint of coaxing allure:

"You want to know... what Jiang Wu and I did in the art studio?"

Her fingertips slowly slid down, tracing his tense jawline, and landed on his Adam's apple, which bobbed slightly with tension, and gently pressed it.

"still……"

She tiptoed and leaned close to his ear, her warm breath brushing against his earlobe.

Her voice was soft and sweet, with a fatal allure:

"You want me to... do the same to you?"

Zhou Si shuddered violently, as if struck by an electric current.

He grabbed Li Ruo's hand, which was thrashing against his Adam's apple, with a rough grip, his eyes fixed on her, filled with a turbulent storm.

"Li Ruo!"

He spat out her name through gritted teeth, his voice low and hoarse:

"You...you don't think I wouldn't dare!"

"What do you dare?"

Instead of retreating, Li Ruo advanced, her body almost pressed against his, her face tilted upwards, her clear eyes reflecting his flushed and flustered face:

"Senior, you should speak more clearly."

She suddenly raised her other free hand and gently placed it on the collar of his black T-shirt, her fingertips lightly touching the skin of his collarbone.

Zhou Si's breathing stopped instantly.

"Want me to kiss you?"

Li Ruo tilted her head, as if asking a very ordinary question:

"Like with Jiang Wu?"

Zhou Si's heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to burst out of his chest.

He wanted to fiercely question her about why she could treat that madman that way, but not him.

I wanted to pin her against the wall, making her look only at him...

But he couldn't utter a single word.

My throat felt like it was blocked by something, leaving only heavy, hot breaths.

"still……"

Li Ruo's fingers slowly moved downwards, slipping inside his T-shirt and roaming over his muscular abs.

Zhou Si's body was as stiff as a stone.

He tried to stop him, but his hand felt as heavy as a thousand pounds and he couldn't lift it.

He could only watch helplessly as those slender, fair fingers deftly and wantonly teased his abs.

The coolness mixed with the warmth of her fingertips brought a shiver down her spine.

"You want me to... leave something else on you?"

Li Ruo's voice carried a devilish whisper:

"Lipstick mark? Or... a teeth mark?"

The fingers moved upwards.

Zhou Si's pectoral muscles are now more defined.

His tan skin flushed slightly with excitement and shame.

His sanity teetered on the brink of collapse.

Before me was Li Ruo's face, with its alluring yet wicked smile; the faint scent of citrus emanating from her body filled my nostrils; and I felt the touch of her fingertips and her increasingly warm breath...

"Li Ruo..."

His voice was hoarse, carrying the last vestige of his struggle:

"What... exactly do you want?"

"What do I want?"

Li Ruo chuckled, her fingers reaching inside to the neckline, pinching it with her fingertips, and pulling the T-shirt down to reveal most of it.

The man's well-defined abs and V-line are on full display.

"Wasn't it you... senior who wouldn't let me leave?"

Her fingertips gently traced the grooves of his abdominal muscles, bringing an indescribable tingling and heat.

"Then... what will it take for you to let me go?"

Li Ruo looked up, her watery eyes staring straight at him, yet hiding a slyness like that of a little fox:

"Hmm? Senior, give me a straight answer."

Zhou Si was driven to the brink of despair by her.

He looked at the enchanting girl in front of him.

Looking at the disheveled yet yearning reflection of herself in her clear eyes.

A surge of intense, possessive resentment and a burning desire, stirred within him, shattered his last vestiges of pitiful reason and innocent facade.

He suddenly grabbed Li Ruo's hands that were messing with him and pulled her into his arms!

With his other hand, he gripped the back of her head, forcing her to look up and meet his eyes, which were now burning red with aggression and domineering intent.

"Trying to leave?"

His voice was low and husky, with a rough and domineering quality, as he spoke almost against her lips:

"Can."

"Do to me what you did to Jiang Wu."

"Same as above, not less."

"What he has, I want too!"

He seemed to be asserting sovereignty.

It also seemed like a fit of pique.

Making demands in a domineering yet childish manner.