Living With My Yandere Professor

After looking at Andrew with satisfaction, Scarlett gently patted him.

"Little Fellow, wake up. Let’s go home and sleep."

Andrew frowned when his face was patted, but he didn’t get up.

Scarlett had no choice but to pat Andrew’s flushed face a few more times because he was drunk, "Wake up, we’re home."

At the same time, she muttered a complaint, "Your tolerance for alcohol is so bad, why did you insist on drinking?"

After being patted several times, the drunken Andrew vaguely opened his eyes.

The first thing that entered his sight was Scarlett’s still fiery red lips, followed by her exquisite face.

He stared blankly at Scarlett, unsure if he was dreaming.

Scarlett held out her palm and waved it in front of his eyes, asking softly, "How is it? Can you walk?"

Andrew continued to stare blankly, seemingly not having heard Scarlett’s question.

This made Scarlett look down at herself, wondering if there was something on her, or if she had stained her clothes while eating lobster just now.

But she looked carefully and found nothing dirty on her, so she couldn’t help but look up at Andrew and ask, "Is there something on my face? What are you staring at?"

Andrew, who had been dazed, suddenly opened his mouth and, without any warning, spoke clearly, "Scar, you are so beautiful."

After saying that, Andrew chuckled foolishly again.

Scarlett was slightly stunned when she heard this, then pursed her fiery red lips, almost unable to suppress a smile, "How did this Little Thing get so muddled from drinking again? He only had a little beer this time."

However, the compliment about her being beautiful was quite clear.

"Then tell me, what part of me is beautiful?" Scarlett was already developing the idea of teasing Andrew.

"Hmm... Everything is good-looking." Andrew smiled foolishly.

"That’s a very perfunctory answer. People only say that when they can’t find anything specific that’s good-looking," Scarlett said, feigning seriousness, but the smile on her lips was almost impossible to contain.

Hearing this, Andrew stopped smiling and seriously observed Scarlett, "Scar’s lips are nice, they are red, and looking at them makes me want to..."

Andrew stuttered halfway.

Scarlett misheard, thinking Andrew was going to compare her lips to something, so she asked again.

"Like what?"

Instead of replying to her, he held her head and leaned down a little, and put his lips on her.

"Uhhh," The kiss was sudden, even Scarlett was not ready for it. She froze on the spot, a blush spreading across her usually cool face.

The silent night held no sound; a breeze stirred the young man’s bangs, brushing against the girl’s bright red cheeks. While they were kissing each other.

After the kiss was broken, the smile on Scarlett’s bright red face gradually curved upwards, and she let out a soft murmur, "Little hooligan."

A moment later, Scarlett stood up and helped the swaying Andrew back to the bedroom.

"Sit here for a while. I’ll go get a hot towel to wash your face."

"No," before Scarlett could go away, and pulled her to the bed.

"Sigh, he was going to fuck me again," Scarlett sighed, as she feels, he was started undressing her.

As his cock entered inside her, she looked at him, he wasn’t fully awakened, but still he was fully energetic.

Scarlett carefully observed Andrew’s appearance, while he was going inside and outside of her.

Although this Little Thing was mischievous sometimes, upon closer inspection, he was quite handsome.

When he was quiet and obedient, he was adorable; she really wanted to take a bite. And then she took it.

Scarlett looked at the half awoken and drunk Andrew and said with a light laugh, "I doesn’t even understand, how can you have so much stamina, that you could even fuck me while you’re drunk. You should have waited until you’re sober."

But she didn’t complain to him, and gently kissed Andrew.

The nights passed, and after a small activity, they both fell asleep.

—

When Andrew groggily opened his eyes the next day, he was sprawled out, half-lying on the bed.

At this moment, Andrew was in a superposition state of being awake and not fully awake.

All he knew was that he had slept very comfortably last night, and now he urgently needed to use the restroom.

As he sleepily got up to go to the bathroom, he was still reluctantly hugging the pillow in his arms, and his hair was a messy bird’s nest.

This scene was exactly what Scarlett saw while sitting in the living room eating breakfast.

"Where are you going?"

"To the restroom."

"Then why are you holding a pillow?"

"Huh?"

Andrew let out a questioning sound, then looked down at the pillow still in his hand before finally snapping back to reality.

"Oh, I forgot to put it down."

After saying that, he walked back into the bedroom still hugging the pillow.

Scarlett couldn’t help but laugh, "Still not awake? Why are you so silly?"

After using the restroom and washing his face with cold water, Andrew finally sobered up completely and sat down at the dining table to eat breakfast with Scarlett.

After taking a bite of a milk bun, Andrew suddenly asked, "By the way, Scar, what time did we get back last night? I don’t remember."

"Around eight o’clock. You were drunk, so of course you don’t remember."

"Oh~~~" Andrew nodded slowly, then his eyes suddenly widened!

’Damn it! I was drunk, did I do something shameful again?’

"Um... Scar, did I... do anything strange last night?" Andrew asked her fearfully.

Scarlett took a sip of milk and said calmly, "Nothing much."

"That’s a relief."

Just as Andrew was letting out a breath and raising his cup to drink milk, Scarlett added coldly, "You just fucked me all night."

"!!!"

Andrew almost choked to death on his milk.

After coughing a few times, he didn’t even bother wiping the milk from the corner of his mouth and quickly explained.

"Scar! Listen to my explanation! I was drunk last night and I didn’t know what was happening, it all happened in mistakes." 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

Scarlett listened to Andrew’s words, put down the cup in her hand, looked at him, and said coldly, "Think carefully before you answer. I don’t like hearing people lie."

Gulp~~~

Andrew swallowed his saliva, feeling immense pressure internally, already starting to break out in a cold sweat.

If he thought carefully about his answer, one wrong word and he would be utterly destroyed.

"Actually... I..."

"Hm?"

Seeing that Andrew was still stammering, Scarlett glanced at him and let out a cold questioning sound, as if warning Andrew not to answer carelessly.

Under Scarlett’s powerful oppressive aura, Andrew’s back began to sweat.

Suddenly, he took a deep breath, puffed out his chest, and the tension on his face vanished.

’I am a man! A real man! What am I afraid of! At worst, it’s death!’

Andrew mustered up his courage, faced Scarlett’s might head-on, stared at her, and said earnestly, "I actually... wanted to marry you."

Andrew spoke with considerable spirit, but as soon as he finished, he deflated like a popped balloon and dared not look up.

Scarlett remained silent, her face still maintaining the same cold expression as before, holding the cup in her right hand, seemingly unchanged.

But two circles of blush couldn’t help appearing on her face, and she even closed her eyes.

Although Scarlett had asked Andrew to tell the truth, hearing it directly still made her heart race. Actually, I kind of want to too.

After a while, Scarlett barely managed to calm herself down before speaking again, "Actually, this request isn’t impossible."

"!!!!"

Andrew suddenly raised his head, and his phone excitedly dropped to the floor.

Am I dreaming? Or did I hear wrong?

Is it really okay?!

Just as he was so excited he was about to faint, Scarlett continued speaking, bringing him back to reality.

"However, my requirements are very high. Sex, hugging, kissing is okay. But you can only marry me, once you completely satisfy me."

Andrew calmed down from his extreme excitement and became serious and solemn, "I will work hard."

Although he didn’t know what Scarlett’s specific requirements were, he knew that making her happy was definitely the right path.

"Oh right, and you called me Darling vaguely last night.", Scarlett suddenly added.

"That, I was truly talking in my sleep.", Andrew replied with an embarrassed smile.

He called Scarlett ’darling’ because in his dream, Scarlett had acted coquettishly and asked him to call her that.

And it must be said, he really liked the coquettish version of Scarlett.

It’s just a pity that it was only a dream; the real Scarlett was still too cold, even during the sex, he didn’t know when her mind would change suddenly.

As Andrew was thinking this, Scarlett suddenly said, "But I think you calling me darling sounds quite nice too."

"Ah???"

Andrew was so shocked his mouth dropped open: Could the dream be real?!

"However, you should still call me Scarlett on a daily basis, to avoid misunderstanding from others.", Scarlett said lightly.

"Oh."

Andrew nodded: It seems there is still a considerable difference between the dream and reality.

Andrew finished his breakfast in two or three gulps and proactively started clearing the dining table.