The snow fell quietly during the winter break, covering Yu Jiuyuan's villa, where she lived alone, like a cream cake.

The fire in the living room fireplace was blazing. With a crackling sound, Rong Shenghan gently poked at the charcoal with the silver fire tongs between his fingers. Sparks flew up, reflecting a touch of warmth onto the gentle smile in his eyes.

"Does the vice president have anything to add to the student council's year-end report?"

Yu Jiuyuan nestled in the cashmere sofa opposite her, an open sketchbook spread out on her lap. However, her gaze did not fall on the Impressionist paintings. Instead, she was tracing Rong Shenghan's profile with great interest as he lowered his eyes.

He wore a beige turtleneck cashmere sweater today, which made his neck look even more sleek.

Hearing her words, he looked up and smiled. The fire tongs were placed back into the copper tray beside him with a soft click: "The chairman has done an impeccable job."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over her bare ankles. There were fluffy slippers right next to the coffee table, but she insisted on walking barefoot on the carpet. "As for President Yu, she should relax a bit during winter break."

He had barely finished speaking when he got up and walked over.

Before Yu Jiuyuan could react, those slightly cool hands had already grasped her ankles, their fingertips gently caressing the soft flesh of her arch.

She instinctively tried to shrink back, but he held her down more firmly, and the next second, soft slippers were already on her feet.

“Rong Shenghan,” Yu Jiuyuan said, looking at his half-kneeling posture, her voice carrying a hint of deliberate languor, “you look more like my personal servant.”

He looked up at her, his eyelashes still seemingly bathed in the warm glow of the fireplace: "It is my honor to serve the president."

His tone was perfectly gentle, but his ever-smiling eyes held a hint of unyielding strength.

He didn't let go of her ankle; instead, he slowly moved up her calf, stopping at the back of her knee.

A love interest with 100% affinity should theoretically be the easiest to win over.

But Yu Jiuyuan knew all too well how many unfathomable thoughts Rong Shenghan harbored behind his "complete strategy".

Unlike Yuan Xu, who openly displayed his favoritism, or Xie Zhecheng, who hid his emotional fluctuations beneath indifference, everything about him seemed meticulously calculated, even his gentleness carried precise measurements.

Like now, he could have just tossed her the slippers, but he chose to do it in such an intimate way.

Yu Jiuyuan suddenly smiled, ignoring his hand resting on his knee, and leaned forward, getting close to his ear, her breath carrying the scent of white tea: "I suddenly remembered, why did Tang Nianzhi go back to England?"

She could feel the person in her arms pause breathing for half a second.

Rong Shenghan looked up, the smile in his eyes undiminished. He even reached out to tuck a stray hair behind her ear, his fingertips brushing against her earlobe intentionally or unintentionally: "Hmm, she had to go home because of something at home."

He spoke casually, as if he were just talking about a trivial matter, "Why did you suddenly bring her up?"

"It's nothing." Yu Jiuyuan leaned back on the sofa, pulled her legs back, and picked up the picture book again to cover half of her face, only revealing her curved eyes. "It's just that I feel much more peaceful without someone always following you around."

The firelight from the fireplace flickered in her eyes.

Rong Shenghan sat back down in his seat, picked up the hot cocoa on the table again, and gently tapped his fingertips on the warm cup: "It seems that the president cares a lot about who is around me."

“I am the president,” Yu Jiuyuan said calmly, turning a page of the picture book. “It is also my duty to care about the vice president’s social circle.”

He chuckled softly, the sound mingling with the crackling of the fireplace, possessing a strange, alluring quality: "Then, according to the chairman's duties, shouldn't you show me a little more 'concern'?"

Yu Jiuyuan finally put down the sketchbook and looked directly at him.

Even though the system has already marked this person as "completed," he always acts like an unfed cat, constantly using this seemingly casual method to confirm his special status in her eyes.

She suddenly remembered Yuan Xu, the boy who was obsessed with biological research. After that night, he was just a pure follower and would never test her step by step like this.

Rong Shenghan, on the other hand, absolutely loved this kind of back-and-forth struggle.

She suddenly stood up, walked to him, bent down, and placed her hands on the armrests of the sofa beside him, trapping him in her shadow.

The warmth from the fireplace enveloped him from behind, and the scent of tea emanating from her body, mixed with the warmth, completely enveloping him.

"Rong Shenghan," her voice was low, like a feather brushing against the heart, "do you think that after I sleep with you, I'll lose interest in you?"

He looked up at her, the smile in his eyes gradually fading, leaving only an unfathomable darkness.

After a few seconds of silence, he reached out and gently took her wrist, which was resting on the armrest. His fingertips caressed the delicate pearl bracelet on her wrist, a gift he had given her during the student council team building event.

“I never doubt the president’s ‘interests’.” His voice was deeper than usual, with a hint of hoarseness. “I just feel that Yu Jiuyuan’s ‘exclusivity’ needs to be confirmed at all times to feel at ease.”

He rarely called her by her full name.

The way he uttered those three words carried an almost burning possessiveness, completely different from his usual approachable demeanor.

Yu Jiuyuan smiled and leaned down to kiss his forehead.

A very light kiss, like a snowflake melting in the palm of your hand.

"Idiot." She straightened up, turned and walked towards the kitchen, her voice carrying a laugh as she spoke, "What would you like to eat? I baked some cranberry cookies."

Rong Shenghan sat there, the warmth of her wrist still lingering on his fingertips.

He raised his hand and touched his brow, where he could still feel the soft touch of her lips.

The fireplace flames continued to burn, but the wasteland in his heart, which he had always carefully concealed, seemed to be burned even hotter by the fire of this snowy night.

The snow was still falling outside the window, and inside this villa surrounded by heavy snow, the president and vice president's "winter break overtime" had clearly just begun.