The next morning, Scarlett was looking at Andrew, watching him curled up, sleeping soundly while occasionally letting out a few silly chuckles.
"Hehehe..."
"..."
Scarlett twitched the corner of her mouth speechlessly. What was this Little Thing dreaming about to make him laugh so happily?
Then she glanced at the ti. It was already seven-thirty, and Andrew hadn’t woken up yet, so she called out twice, "Wake up, it’s already seven-thirty. We still have the morning run."
"Stop bothering . Let sleep a little longer. Buy your own breakfast; don’t even think about asking to make it."
Andrew rolled over and continued sleeping.
Scarlett knew Andrew thought she was Catherine again, and she couldn’t help but laugh in annoyance. ’What a little brat! Who at eighteen years old still sleeps in every day? When I was eighteen, I woke up at six to go for a morning run.’
"Who asked you to make breakfast? Get up."
Scarlett didn’t have much patience. Seeing Andrew still not getting up, she directly reached out and pulled him up, then patted his face a few tis. "Wake up a bit. If you had an early class, you would need to be up by now."
For so reason, when Andrew was groggy, being patted a few tis by Scarlett caused him to wake up and simultaneously feel a little pleased.
Along with Scarlett’s slap ca the scent of her body and the soft, comfortable feeling of her palm.
It seems what netizens say is true: being slapped by a beautiful woman is indeed a reward.
"Wake up, stop sleeping. Were you up late again last night?"
Scarlett sighed with a bit of impatience. Waking up this Little Fellow is truly tiring. I really want to use a bit more force and slap him awake.
"Scar, let sleep a little longer~, Sister Scar~~~" Andrew suddenly whined with a drawn-out voice, which stunned Scarlett.
’Is this Little Fellow... coqueting with ? Even in dreams,’ Before she could recover, Andrew sobered up first, his eyes instantly widening. He quickly rubbed his face with both hands, even slapping himself once to force his brain to boot up.
"Change your clothes, wash up, and let’s go for the morning run."
"Oh, okay!"
Watching Scarlett disappear from sight, Andrew finally breathed a sigh of relief. "I thought she was just gonna kill , still I’m so tired from night activity, but I can’t even say no."
After Andrew washed up, Scarlett ca out wearing a set of sportswear: a loose white T-shirt paired with light blue athletic pants. Her long, beautiful black hair was tied into a ponytail, extending out from behind a baseball cap, looking youthful and energetic.
Truly, beautiful won look good no matter what they wear.
Scarlett knew that Andrew probably hadn’t exercised much since the college entrance exams, so she planned to run three laps around the neighborhood.
But Andrew was struggling a bit. After the first lap, he was panting heavily, and his pace slowed down considerably.
Although there was little expression on Andrew’s face, he was suffering imnsely inside.
Damn it, I really feel like trash. How can I be this tired after only running one kiloter?
No, I have to persevere for just one more lap. Giving up now would not only be embarrassing but might also make Professor Scarlett look down on .
But no matter how hard Andrew gritted his teeth and persevered, his physical condition was evident. Starting from the second lap, he couldn’t stop panting, and his pace slowed down significantly.
Scarlett had noticed long ago. She slowed her pace to match Andrew’s, but hearing his increasingly rapid gasps, she stopped after completing the second lap.
It wouldn’t run this Little Fellow into the ground.
The two arrived at a breakfast shop by the roadside and found a place to sit down.
Andrew was catching his breath, but his hazy gaze unexpectedly lingered on Scarlett at that mont.
Beneath the baseball cap, sweat had soaked the wisps of hair at her temples, sticking to her cheeks, which she brushed behind her ear with her hand.
The loose T-shirt revealed a hint of her delicate collarbone, and crystal-clear droplets of water rolled down her collarbone until they vanished.
Andrew was staring blankly, even forgetting the fatigue in his body.
She is truly... so beautiful.
"What are you looking at? I asked what you want for breakfast, and you didn’t answer."
Scarlett suddenly raised her voice to ask, jolting Andrew back to reality.
"Nothing. Anything is fine for my breakfast."
Scarlett frowned upon hearing this and stared coldly at Andrew. "What did you promise last night? Why are you answering with ’nothing’ again?"
"I’m sorry, Scar. I’m used to it. I was just... zoning out while looking at you."
Andrew spoke haltingly, unsure if it was due to fatigue or nervousness.
Hearing this answer, Scarlett’s frown imdiately smoothed out, and the corner of her mouth involuntarily curved upwards.
"Since you want to look, then look. No need to apologize. I allow you to stare at the whole ti."
’Just how can little fellow courage go puff again, in the night, he didn’t even hesitate to slap my bumm. And in the day, he again started fearing .’
Just then, their breakfast was served.
Scarlett had ordered a stack of fluffy pancakes with maple syrup and a cup of milk, while Andrew had a big bowl of savory tofu pudding.
Scarlett looked at the savory tofu pudding in Andrew’s bowl, her dark brows furrowing slightly as she asked in confusion, "Why are you eating savory tofu pudding?"
Andrew looked dazed. "Tofu pudding is savory. What else could it be?"
"Shouldn’t tofu pudding be sweet?"
"Is the sweet kind even edible?"
Andrew couldn’t even imagine what sweet tofu pudding would taste like. To him, it sounded as weird as putting ketchup on ice cream.
However, his answer caused Scarlett to glare straight at him. The sharp look frightened Andrew into quickly changing his tune as beads of sweat ford on his forehead.
"I an... both flavors are delicious," he said nervously. "It just depends on personal preference."
Only after hearing this did Scarlett withdraw her direct gaze, and that sense of pressure instantly dissipated.
’Phew—’ Andrew let out a long sigh of relief. Professor Scarlett’s pressure was just as terrifying as ever.
"By the way, what were you dreaming about last night? You were still giggling like a fool while you were sleeping this morning."
"Huh? I was giggling in my sleep?"
Andrew looked bewildered until Scarlett showed him the video of his silly laughter on her phone.
In the video, he was hugging her and laughing rrily without stopping, looking no different from a complete idiot. If this ever got out, he’d probably have to move to another planet.
"Uh... Scar, can you delete this video?"
"Tell what you dread about first."
"I don’t really rember clearly. Dreams are things you tend to forget once you wake up," Andrew said sheepishly.
Scarlett didn’t think Andrew was lying to brush her off after hearing that. "That’s true. Sotis when I wake up from a dream, I don’t know what I dread about either."
"So, Scar, can you delete the video?"
"Depends on your performance. If you behave well, I’ll delete it later."
"..."
How wicked. She already had one leverage over , and yet she still refused to delete this one.
In reality, Andrew rembered last night’s dream quite clearly.
The reason he laughed so happily was because in the dream, Scarlett was particularly doting toward him. She would even act coquettishly, constantly wanting to hold him and refusing to let go.
When he had acted coquettishly toward Scarlett in his groggy state this morning, it was also because he thought he was still dreaming and was doing it to the Scarlett who was holding him in the dream.
While eating breakfast, a thought suddenly crossed Andrew’s mind: Does Scarlett actually have a coquettish side deep down, just like in the dream? Is it just because Scarlett and I haven’t done those types of intimate scenes enough yet that she hasn’t shown it?
But on second thought, Andrew imdiately felt it was unlikely.
Forget acting coquettishly; given the way Scarlett glared at him just now, if it were anyone else, they would probably have been killed already.
Moreover, Scarlett had secretly seized two pieces of leverage against without my knowledge. With such a black-bellied personality, how could she possibly be like the dream, always wanting to hug and acting coquettishly?
She’s just like my Older Sister. Sure enough, beautiful won are all black-bellied. They like to dominate poor souls like us.
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