Scarlett downed the entire bowl of broccoli and chicken oatmeal, mouthful after mouthful.
Before this, she would have considered it a good mood just for not throwing the bowl of broccoli into the trash can.
After dinner, Scarlett finished washing up first, but instead of immediately going into the bedroom, she sat on the living room sofa in her nightgown to rest.
Andrew had just finished washing up in the bathroom not long after, and as he was putting on his clothes to come out, Catherine sent him a message.
"When are you free? I don't have class tomorrow morning, why don't you come get your shoes?"
"Sure, I'm free tomorrow morning too."
Andrew agreed. It had been quite a while since he last saw his cheap Older Sister, although he wasn't exactly eager to see her.
"By the way, how are you getting along with Professor Scarlett?"
"Pretty good, why?"
"Then do you want your older sister to teach you some tricks to take your relationship to the next level?"
"No thanks."
Andrew didn't even need to think; he knew that Catherine asking this meant she was about to start acting up.
"Why not? Don't doubt my ability, okay? Listen to me, and you can definitely win over Professor Scarlett."
"Enough, enough. I knew you were just talking nonsense. Have you even met Professor Scarlett? Bragging like this."
Andrew immediately ended the chat with Catherine. Although, he had considered dating Scarlett, but in his own way.
Before, he never dared to think about it, but now...
Andrew recalled his life with Scarlett since starting university. After clearing up the misunderstanding, he realized Scarlett was actually quite nice.
She took him to school with her every day, and sometimes, when he had afternoon classes, she would wait for him to finish before they went back together. She also cared if he ate breakfast, and she even gave him her sun protection clothing last time his skin got sunburned.
Moreover, she was beautiful, tall, and even a rich woman.
"She is really a perfect woman, every man dreams." Andrew thought this, while walking out of the bathroom.
Just as he was about to head to his own bedroom, Scarlett suddenly called out to him, "Wait a moment."
"What is it?"
Andrew asked doubtfully.
"Why aren't you drying your hair?"
"It's fine, it'll dry naturally in a bit."
Andrew still had bangs, and his hair was a bit long, so it took quite some time to dry completely. Thus, he habitually only dried it halfway, as long as it wasn't dripping.
But Scarlett felt this wasn't acceptable: "If you don't dry your hair, it will damage your scalp."
Saying that, Scarlett walked to the bathroom, took out the hairdryer, and said to Andrew, "Come here, I'll dry it for you."
"I don't think so, I've always done it this way before."
"Come here."
Scarlett repeated in a cool voice. Andrew immediately dared not argue further and obediently walked to Scarlett's side.
"Squat down. You're so tall, how can I dry your hair if you stand like that?"
"Oh."
Andrew squatted down. Scarlett reached out one hand to pull him closer, and with the other hand, she turned on the hairdryer and began drying Andrew's hair.
"If your hair isn't dried completely, you could easily catch a cold. Be careful about getting headaches on rainy days. You're an adult now, how can you not even understand this?" Scarlett scolded him.
Andrew, who was squatting, muttered very quietly after hearing that, "Aren't you always walking around barefoot at home? Are you afraid of catching a cold?"
Andrew thought his voice was very low, and coupled with the noise of the hairdryer, Scarlett couldn't hear him.
Who knew Scarlett heard him perfectly clearly. She directly took the hairdryer away, glared at Andrew, and even made a dissatisfied 'tsk' sound.
"I didn't say anything!"
Andrew quickly shook his head and shut his mouth. Only then did Scarlett stop glaring at him and continue drying his hair.
"Does she have super hearing or something? She could hear that?"
Andrew lamented silently in his heart.
Meanwhile, Scarlett was also muttering internally: This Little Thing actually dared to talk back about me. I walk barefoot at home because it's convenient. Besides, doesn't he like looking at my feet? He hasn't looked less when I'm barefoot.
Scarlett thought to herself, while her hands kept drying Andrew's hair. Her left hand kept stroking Andrew's head, gradually making her reluctant to let go.
"Heh~ This Little Fellow's head feels really comfortable to rub. It would be great if he was as obedient as he is now, why did he have to talk back? I wouldn't harm him."
Scarlett kept stroking Andrew's head, not wanting to stop, until Andrew spoke up: "Teacher, that's enough. If you dry it more, my head will start spinning."
In reality, Andrew's head wasn't spinning from the drying, but he was almost dizzy from Scarlett's hand movements.
Although he also found it quite comfortable.
"Oh!"
Only then did Scarlett quickly put the hairdryer down, realizing that Andrew's hair was already a bit hot from her drying. If she continued, it might start burning.
Just then, the takeout Scarlett ordered for him arrived.
"Here, you're still growing, and you didn't catch a cold. Always drinking oatmeal with me will lead to malnutrition."
"I'm eighteen this year, not a child."
Andrew felt like Scarlett's words were more appropriate for an eight-year-old.
Scarlett remembering the size of his cock, she knew he was not a child, but she never backed down from her own words, "You're still a slightly older child then. Take it, I'm going to rest."
"..."
Scarlett placed a complete serving of baked rice with meat sauce in Andrew's hand, then put on her slippers and returned to her room.
Andrew shrugged helplessly and took the baked rice with meat sauce back to his bedroom.
He had no classes the next morning, and he had already handed off the website tasks. Tonight, he could finally play properly.
As soon as Andrew connected the voice call with Ethan, his headset was filled with all sorts of chaotic noises. If you didn't know better, you'd think a war was breaking out on his end.
Stark (Shouting): "B package, B package, you ran the wrong way, damn it!"
Bruce (Calmly): "Don't panic! No matter what, it's three of us against one, the advantage is mine!"
Johnson (Startled): "Holy crap! There's someone camping here!"
Steve (Grief-stricken): "Old Andy! Old Andy!"
Listening to these strange noises, Andrew quickly turned down the volume on his headset to prevent his ears from going deaf.
"Why does it sound like a vegetable market over there?"
Andrew took a bite of the baked rice and complained to Ethan on the other end of the line.
"You'll get used to it, just get used to it."
Ethan indicated there was no need to make a fuss. After a couple of words, he immediately asked about what happened to Andrew at noon, "By the way, you Dog bastard, did you secretly start dating?"
"How is that possible? Am I that bored that I'd start dating?"
"Bullshit. We all saw you walking with a stunningly beautiful girl at noon today."
Andrew knew immediately they were talking about him walking with Scarlett, "Damn it, just walking together means you're a couple? Then why are you all still single dogs?"
"I guess so, but what you said is really hurtful."
"Dating what? I'm telling you, if you start dating, you won't be able to play games as freely as you want."
After being fooled by Andrew for a while, Ethan stopped pressing, "So, are you playing games or not?"
"Wait a second, I'm eating."
"Eating what?"
"Baked rice with meat sauce."
"Wow, you're so rich, you can even afford such expensive food."
"Nonsense, I'm so poor I'm about to beg for food. I didn't spend any money on this; I picked it up."
"Bullshit, why can't I ever pick anything up?"
"That's your problem."
Andrew bragged while eating, taking a glance at the invoice on the packaging. This small portion of baked rice cost 3 dollars; it was indeed expensive. If it were him, he definitely wouldn't have been willing to buy it.
Why did he have the feeling of being kept by a rich woman?
Holy crap, thinking about it that way, why did he suddenly feel so great?