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"Of course not!" I quickly explained, "I'm just worried about your health."
He chuckled softly, "Hmm."
When we reached the bottom of the dormitory, I stopped and asked him, "What did your friends mean last night?"
"What did they say?"
"Well... about you being nice to me..."
He raised an eyebrow, "Are you jealous?"
"Not at all," I muttered, "I'm just curious."
He laughed lightly, "Why be so curious? Just be my girlfriend and that's enough."
I pouted and said nothing.
As we reached the dorm entrance, I remembered something and asked him, "Was the painting in your social media from yesterday yours?"
"Yeah," he nodded, "What's up?"
"Nothing..."
He narrowed his eyes, "What do you want?"
I smiled and stepped forward to hug him.
His body stiffened for a moment before he relaxed.
He scoffed, "Trying to seduce me again? Fine, you don't have to go back today."
My face flushed, "I am not!"
He just held me without saying anything more.
Back in the dorm, my roommates were gossiping.
Xu Yiyi said, "A few days ago, I heard Senior Sister say that Xu Zizhao got into a fight last month but the school kept it under wraps."
I was taken aback.
Xu Zizhao got into a fight?
Why didn't I know about this?
Moreover, isn't his family against him studying art? I frowned, feeling puzzled. "Is that true?" my other roommates asked one after another. "Of course it's true; I heard he even got injured." "Oh my, that's such a pity. A handsome guy like him actually gets into fights." I lay on my bed, took out my phone, and opened Xu Zizhao's Moments. "What are you doing?" I asked. Xu Zizhao replied, "Thinking of you." I blushed a little and sent him a meme in response.
The next day, I went to find Xu Zizhao. After pestering him for a while, he finally agreed to take me to his studio. Xu Zizhao lived alone; his family was quite wealthy, and the house was large and clean but lacked warmth. The studio was filled with easels and paints, along with many dusty paintings.
I was somewhat surprised. "Isn't anyone home?" I asked. "No," he said casually while lighting a cigarette. I looked at him, feeling a bit heartbroken. I walked over and tugged at his sleeve. "Can I see your paintings?" He lowered his gaze to me and chuckled lightly, "Sure."
I happily released him and randomly found an easel covered with a cloth. I lifted the cloth and was instantly stunned by the painting underneath. This... This was a landscape painting depicting a sunset; it was beautiful. I wondered aloud, "Why does this painting style look so different from the ones on your Moments?"
He raised an eyebrow and asked, "What's different?"
"It feels different," I replied, "but they all look great."
He chuckled lightly, "Is that so?"
I nodded, "Yeah!"
His gaze softened a bit as he looked at me.
I set down the painting and looked at the others.
Most of them were landscapes, with very few portraits.
I couldn't help but ask, "Why don't you paint portraits?"
He replied casually, "There's nothing to paint."
"You could paint yourself," I suggested, "or you could paint me."
He glanced at me and chuckled softly, "Do you really enjoy being painted that much?"
"Not really, but if you're willing to paint me, I'd definitely be up for it."
He smirked, "Then let's wait until I want to paint you."
I nodded, "Sounds good."
I looked at the paintings and thought for a moment before saying, "We could hold a Campus Art Exhibition to showcase your work."
He raised an eyebrow, "Not interested."
"Why not?"
"No one would come."
"How do you know?" I challenged. "Anyway, these paintings are just gathering dust here; it would be better to display them. You might even gain some inspiration."
He squinted his eyes and asked, "You want to organize it?"
"Yeah!" I nodded vigorously.
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