A heartthrob? Here you go!

Yu Ge was stunned, then said, "Of course."

A smile appeared on Fang Xulan's indifferent and beautiful face. She picked up the teacup and took a sip: "You made the right choice, and I will return the favor."

"Write up a proposal and give it to me. Next semester, I'll let you know and you won't have to go to Upstate University anymore. You can go directly to the council committee room."

As for whether Yu Ge could write a proposal, Fang Xulan did not consider this.

Judging from today's situation, the gentle and self-possessed Commissioner Song must have taught Yu Ge step by step.

She was really shocked by the cheap and self-serving look on his face.

After Yu Ge agreed, Fang Xulan on the other side spoke up and prepared to send Yu Ge back: "That's all for today. I'll ask the driver to take you back—"

When the words came to her lips, she paused, frowned, and quickly scanned the surveillance camera in the corner, and then said fluently:

"I'm sending you a message. Please stay for lunch."

After that, she stood up very naturally: "I have something else to do, my brother will accompany me next time."

Yu Ge was slightly startled, then stood up and said, "No, it would be too much of a bother to stay for dinner, I'd rather--"

Before he could finish his words, Fang Xulan interrupted him. She stood there, with a cool and slender figure, a delicate profile, and a slightly curved lip: "Don't refuse, I'll be back soon, and you must stay for lunch."

After he finished speaking, there was a gentle knock on the door of the reception room. A blond boy stood by the door. He was wearing simple, soft short-sleeved trousers. He had a slender and flexible figure. He lowered his eyes and greeted respectfully:

"Good morning, sister."

Fang Xulan raised her hand and beckoned, and the other person walked in, each step light and graceful. The closer she was, the clearer her pure and flawless face and delicate and clean features appeared before her eyes.

Different from Fang Xulan's cold and indifferent attitude, he was very well-behaved and respectful, keeping his head down the whole time. Even when he walked to Fang Xulan's side, he did not look up at Yu Ge.

Fang Xulan said in a cold voice: "Let me introduce you. This is my brother, Fang Chi. He is younger than you. You can just call him Xiao Chi."

“This is Yu Ge.”

Fang Chi raised his eyes in response, revealing a pair of violet eyes, so bright and dazzling that Yu Ge was stunned for a moment.

"Sister Yu." A low and slow voice sounded. After Fang Chi called out to her, he quickly glanced at Yu Ge, thought to himself, and then turned to look at Fang Xulan.

Fang Xulan gave a few more instructions and then hurried out of the reception room.

In the empty and simple reception room, there were only Fang Chi and Yu Ge.

When Yu Ge was frowning and struggling, a warm and soft hand gently pulled the hem of her clothes and tugged it. Yu Ge looked up and met a pair of purple gemstone eyes.

"Sister Yu, do you want to take a look at my studio?" Fang Chi smiled softly, pure and beautiful like an angel. Even a casual contact would not make people feel disgusted.

He lowered his head slightly, just the right amount of gentleness and docility.

The host invited him graciously, and Yu Ge happened to be idle, so he nodded and said, "Excuse me."

"Don't disturb me." Fang Chi shook his head gently, loosened Yu Ge's clothes, turned around and led the way, saying as he walked, "Grandma and sister are usually very busy, and I..."

He rolled his tongue lightly, covering some words, lowered his eyes for a moment, and continued: "I can't help much. I'm very idle every day, just drawing something to pass the time."

Yu Ge responded with a few words, and they chatted down a long corridor.

There are many paintings of different sizes hanging on both sides of the corridor. They are all natural scenes, and it can be seen that the painter's brushstrokes are quite exquisite.

Even someone like Yu Ge, who didn't know how to appreciate things, couldn't help but feel shocked. He couldn't help but walk to a painting of a sunset and asked, "Did you draw these?"

Fang Chi followed behind her and said in a gentle voice: "Yes, Sister Yu, I also have an art center that is dedicated to storing my paintings."

"When Sister Yu is free, I will pick her up and go see me."

As he spoke, he stopped, as if he had not estimated the distance correctly. He was a little close to Yu Ge, and a faint scent of grass came from his body.

Yu Ge shook his head and refused: "No need to bother."

After today, I probably won’t see you again.

She turned and walked inside, looking around as she walked. Fang Chi was not displeased by her refusal and began to explain in a soft voice.

When they reached the end of the corridor, Fang Chi mentioned, "It's still early for lunch, why don't you go in and take a look, Sister Yu?"

Yu Ge thought that there was also a painting studio inside and agreed.

A slender, pure white hand pressed down the door handle and gently pushed it open, and bright light filled the room.

Yu Ge looked inside and was stunned for a moment.

What catches your eye is a wall of floor-to-ceiling windows. Outside the windows is the azure sky and the distant mountains shrouded in clouds and mist, stretching as far as the eye can see. It is an extremely spectacular and ethereal scenery.

But what stunned Yu Ge was not the scenery, but the empty room.

This is not a studio.

"Sister Yu." A soft voice sounded, Fang Chi took Yu Ge's hand, pulled her into the room, let go of her hand, looked back at her, and the mirror on the left wall reflected their figures.

They stood very close.

The door was closed by Fang Chi when she came in. In the huge dance studio, there were only her and the blond boy.

Fang Chi leaned down and stared at Yu Ge intently with her breathtakingly beautiful purple eyes: "Sister Yu, do you want to watch me dance?"

Within the lavender halo were deep purple pupils, filled with Yu Ge's figure, and her pink lips moved slightly up and down:

“I can dance ballet.”

Yu Ge felt that it was a bit ambiguous and refused: "No, I just want to enjoy the scenery. I won't bother you."

As he was about to take a step back to create some distance, Fang Chi lowered his head in disappointment, gently pulled the corner of Yu Ge's clothes, and whispered, "I really want to dance ballet in front of others."

"Even just once."

Yu Ge frowned.

“Paintings can be appreciated by others, but my favorite ballet cannot be performed on any stage.”

As he spoke, his purple eyes looked at Yu Ge dimly: "Grandmother and sister, you can't accept me becoming a commodity for people to watch."

Yu Ge pulled back his clothes and took a step back: "It's not a commodity."

Fang Chi was slightly startled, and Yu Ge continued: "Every dancer is not a commodity, but art itself."

"Don't underestimate yourself."

Yu Ge didn't say anything else, but Fang Chi suddenly smiled, grabbed Yu Ge's hand, held it tightly against his chest, and stared at Yu Ge with eyes full of expectation.

"Then--Sister Yu, can you appreciate my ballet?"

The innocent boy asked softly and expectantly, staring at her intently, as if he regarded her as a confidant.

Her hand was held tightly, wrapped in the warm and soft palm, the soft and tender flesh pressed against the back of her hand from all directions, holding it very tightly, not allowing her to escape.

"Sister Yu."

He called out again, his eyes extremely soft, entwining her and biting at Yu Ge's skin bit by bit.