Living With My Yandere Professor

Andrew returned to the rental apartment cheerfully, still smiling as he entered the door.

Scarlett, who had just finished showering, saw this scene and was very puzzled.

"Why are you so happy? Isn’t it just delivering something to your Older Sister?"

"Hehe... Nothing, hahaha."

Andrew kept saying it was nothing while still laughing, which made Scarlett purse her lips speechlessly.

"Does that look like nothing to you?"

"It really is nothing."

Andrew felt it was best not to tell anyone about teasing his Older Sister.

Otherwise, if Mm sister found out, she wouldn’t let him off easily without a fight to the death.

Seeing that Andrew wouldn’t say anything, Scarlett stopped asking.

But she still muttered inwardly, ’Why is he always so nervous and scared when he’s with me? I haven’t seen him this happy before!’

After Andrew finished laughing, he went to take a shower.

After coming out of the bathroom, he suddenly thought of a very serious problem.

’No!!! Older Sister is in the same city as me now. Wouldn’t it be very easy for her to take revenge on me? Moreover, Older Sister is a top medical student!’

Andrew instantly recalled a news story from a few years ago: [A man betrayed his lover, resulting in him being stabbed eighteen times by his ex-girlfriend, a medical student. Every stab avoided a fatal spot, and he was ultimately only diagnosed with minor injuries.]

’Not good! My life is over!’

Thinking of this, Andrew’s hair stood on end, breaking out in a cold sweat, "No, I can’t just wait to die. I need to find a way to protect myself."

Andrew thought of many ways to protect himself, but none of them felt reliable enough.

"Damn it, I’m still too poor. If I had money, I’d hire a highly skilled bodyguard."

As soon as Andrew finished speaking, a light bulb went off in his head, "Isn’t Scarlett a highly skilled master? If I get along well with Professor Scarlett, even if Older Sister wants to do something to me, Scarlett will definitely protect me."

"And she is also my girlfriend."

Just as Andrew was thinking about how to talked her about his protection, he entered the bedroom, noticed that Scarlett searching for something in the closet.

Andrew stood at the bedroom door, and asked, "Scar, what are you looking for?"

Scarlett, startled by the sound, abruptly looked up at Andrew at the door, "Why are you standing at the door, come inside."

"Yeah," Andrew nodded and entered inside.

Scarlett then asked Andrew, "What are you doing here?"

"Nothing, I just saw Scar looking around for something and was asking."

Scarlett was about to tell him, but suddenly a slightly mischievous idea popped into her mind, "I’ll tease him a bit. He won’t tell me why he was laughing so happily just now, so I won’t tell him either. Let’s see how this Little Fellow reacts."

"It’s nothing. Since you don’t want to tell me about your business, you don’t need to know about mine either."

Scarlett said coldly, then buried her head back into the closet to continue searching.

When Andrew heard that, he naturally thought Scarlett was angry and quickly explained,"Scar, it’s not that I don’t want to tell you. I was just teasing my sister, and I didn’t think it was necessary to tell you. Please don’t be angry."

"Ah? Why did you tease your Older Sister?" Scarlett asked, confused.

"She has teased me countless times. I only got her back once." Scarlett glanced at Andrew after hearing this.

’This Little Thing holds grudges, huh? If I tease him now, will he tease me back in the future? Hmph, I doubt he has the guts.’

Seeing Scarlett remain silent, Andrew continued to apologize, "Scar, I really didn’t mean not to tell you."

"I’m looking for muscle rub oil. My feet hurt a bit after walking so much these past two days." Scarlett replied calmly and took the muscle rub oil out of the closet.

Andrew was stunned for a moment, then a smile spread across his face.

Scarlett telling him what she was looking for meant she wasn’t angry anymore.

"So, Scar, you forgive me?" Andrew asked with a grin.

"Let this be the last time. I ask you, and you should tell me. I’m not a big-mouthed person, and I’m your Scar. Your mother even asked me to supervise you, so there’s nothing to hide. If it’s a secret and you don’t want to say, just say so directly. Don’t answer with ’nothing’."

"Got it."

Scarlett actually disliked it when Andrew answered her with ’nothing’; she felt it was a bit dismissive.

After speaking, Scarlett unscrewed the cap of the muscle rub oil, preparing to massage her sore feet.

As she reached out, Scarlett suddenly stopped and secretly glanced at Andrew with her peripheral vision. His gaze was indeed fixed on her small feet.

This Little Fellow is really looking at my feet again.

Scarlett’s lips suddenly curled up. She placed the muscle rub oil on the bedside table and stretched out her slender, long legs.

"I’m too tired and have no strength. You massage them for me."

"Ok," Andrew nodded without any hesitation, and he quickly sat down near her legs. And started rubbing it.

While rubbing it, he started thinking for the first time, he massaged her, and then it all happened.

But even after this, he still has no guts to directly talk to her. Only when he engaged with her in night activity, then he dared to say a few things.

"Haha, what a cute puppy you are," Scarlett murmured, but somehow Andrew heard it.

Hearing this, Andrew felt completely controlled by Scarlett. A bit unconvinced, he turned and said righteously, "If there isn’t one, then there isn’t one. I, a Good Youth, won’t be easily tempted by this."

"Say that after you take your hands off my feet."

"I put my hand on your foot because your feet were sore from teaching, to give you a massage. It wasn’t a reward," Andrew said with a straight face, projecting the image of a proper gentleman.

If one only listened to him speak, a stranger would truly believe he was a decent person.

Scarlett glanced at Andrew, feeling too embarrassed to expose him.

When Andrew massaged Scarlett, he was extremely careful. First, he was afraid of hurting her, and second, he was afraid of being kicked flying again like last time.

Scarlett sat propped against the headboard, gazing at Andrew, feeling the relief and a slight tickle from the massage on her feet, occasionally humming softly.

"This Little Fellow’s massage technique is quite good. In the future, if my feet hurt, I’ll just have him massage them for me. It’s much more effective than doing it myself."

However, Andrew’s hands were a bit restless, occasionally gently kneading the soft and cool sole of Scarlett’s delicate foot. It felt so comfortable that he couldn’t bear to let go.

After a while, Scarlett suddenly spoke up, "Have you kneaded enough? You’re about to rub the medicated oil dry."

Andrew grinned and let go of his hands. "Hehe, Scar, you didn’t say anything. I thought your feet were still sore, so I just helped you massage a little longer."

Scarlett shot him a look, withdrew her foot, and said to him in a flat tone, "Go back to your room and rest early. Don’t stay up late. I’m going for a morning run tomorrow. Are you coming?"