Living With My Yandere Professor

Chapter 136: Important Time

Scarlett shook her head. "I don’t seem very hungry. I don’t really want to eat."

"Watch some TV with me. It’s boring watching alone."

As Scarlett spoke, she wiggled inward like a caterpillar wrapped in a quilt, making room for Andrew.

Andrew kicked off his slippers and lay on the bed to watch animation with Scarlett.

"Scar, did you watch these kinds of cartoons when you were little? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you watch things like Barbie."

Andrew noticed that most of the animations Scarlett watched were the ones boys like him watched as kids, like Ben 10, Pokémon, Rainbow Cat and Blue Rabbit, and now Jackie Chan Adventures.

Recalling what Starly had told him about how fierce Professor Scarlett was as a child, Andrew figured it might have something to do with watching these cartoons.

"Barbie isn’t good. These are better. Look at how cool Jackie Chan is, running up walls and leaping over roofs."

Scarlett said calmly. The computer happened to be showing the famous scene where Uncle Jackie escapes from a train falling off a cliff, successfully reaching the top.

They say people reveal their true inner thoughts when they are uncomfortable or tired.

Andrew discovered that Professor Scarlett seemed to have a heart for chivalry and punishing evil!

If they transmigrated into a fantasy novel, he and Professor Scarlett would be the hero and heroine upholding justice, while Catherine would be the evil she-devil villain.

While the two were watching cartoons together, Andrew suddenly received a call from Catherine.

"Brother, my stomach hurts so much. Can you brew some brown sugar tea for me?" Although Andrew was a bit reluctant, he still got up and went.

However, he just poured a cup of the leftover ginger tea and brought it to the table in Catherine’s rented room next door. "I’ve left it on the table. Drink it yourself."

"Huh? You’re leaving already?"

"What else do you want? I still have to go accompany Professor Scarlett."

Catherine sighed, no longer expecting anything else. Now that her brother had a Girlfriend, she was just an outsider.

"Then when are we eating? I’m hungry."

"We’ll eat when Professor Scarlett says she’s hungry."

After saying that, Andrew closed the door and left, leaving Catherine alone in her room.

"Waaa, I’m just a lonely old soul, nobody loves me, nobody wants me."

Andrew returned to Scarlett’s bedroom. When Scarlett saw him, her hands under the covers immediately wiggled a few times.

Andrew was curious about what Scarlett was doing, only to see her use her small hands to take the hot water bottle out from under the covers and push it outward.

"The hot water bottle isn’t hot anymore. Help me refill it with hot water."

"Oh, okay."

Just as Andrew was about to take it, Scarlett’s small hand happened to touch the laptop keyboard, causing the cartoon to switch directly to a life hack video.

"When girls feel unwell during their ’relative’s’ visit, they must pay attention to keeping warm. This is very important. If you have a Boyfriend, you can hold him; a man’s body is very warm."

"???"

Listening to the video’s content, Andrew blinked. What kind of life hack was this? Was it not just nonsense?

However, when he turned his head, he saw Scarlett staring straight at him.

That look, that expression, seemed already filled with expectation.

Before Andrew could say anything, Scarlett opened her small mouth and said softly yet clearly, "Hug."

Andrew had thought that given Scarlett’s personality, even if she wanted him to hug her, she would be too shy to say it and would only hint at it. He never expected her to be so direct.

"How about I go fill the bottle with hot water first?" Andrew said to Scarlett, holding the bottle.

It wasn’t that he didn’t want Scarlett to hug him, he just felt it was too absurd. How warm could he be as a guy? He couldn’t be like a hot water bottle.

But Scarlett shook her head vigorously. "No, if you let me hug you, I won’t be cold anymore."

As she spoke, she pulled out the quilt she was lying on and lifted it, waiting for Andrew to come in.

Left with no choice, Andrew had to crawl in, otherwise Scarlett’s bed would get cold.

It was toasty inside Scarlett’s covers, and Andrew even felt a bit too hot, but when Scarlett’s limbs wrapped around him, he shuddered.

Especially Scarlett’s feet; Andrew felt like they were popsicles. No wonder she kept feeling cold.

After moving a bit, Scarlett held Andrew like a koala, looking very satisfied and comfortable. "This is enough. Don’t move around."

"Oh."

Andrew just let Scarlett hold him quietly, without any improper thoughts.

She was unwell right now; if he tried anything funny, he’d be a real beast.

After a while, Scarlett’s icy little feet finally warmed up, and the churning sensation in her stomach vanished.

What the internet said was true; this Little Fellow was warm, even better than a heating pad.

Leaning against Andrew’s shoulder, Scarlett gradually closed her eyes and fell into a light sleep.

Andrew noticed that whenever Professor Scarlett was unwell, she would become a bit dazed and lazy, losing her usual coldness and efficiency, but becoming even cuter.

He gazed at Professor Scarlett’s exquisite and beautiful face, observing her quietly for a long time. No matter how much he looked, he never grew tired of it.

Finally, he couldn’t help but kiss that exquisite cheek, then closed his eyes to rest with Scarlett.

Meanwhile, in the room next door, Catherine curled up under her covers alone, cold and hungry.

"Is there any kind soul to bring some food?"

It wasn’t until eight o’clock in the evening that Scarlett was the first to wake up dazed.

This was definitely the most comfortable sleep she had ever had during her period in all these years.

There was no backache, no waking up from pain, and no feeling of cold limbs, only a warm, comfortable sensation.

She looked down; Andrew was sleeping peacefully in her arms.

"How is it that this Little Fellow is so well-behaved when I’m holding him? He’s like a little child, not kicking around at all."

Scarlett looked at Andrew happily, reaching out her small hand to gently rub his cheeks and then his ears.

It was like playing with a doll, very amusing.

She was thinking how nice it would be if she could just stay like this forever, doing nothing but holding her cute Little Fellow.

As she thought, Scarlett adjusted her posture, hugging Andrew tighter and clamping him firmly with her slender legs.

Perhaps because she was squeezing too hard, Andrew turned slightly and slowly opened his eyes.

Their eyes met, and they gazed at each other.

Looking at Andrew’s drooping eyelids, Scarlett knew he wasn’t fully awake yet.

While Andrew was still dazed, Scarlett leaned forward and kissed him directly on the mouth.

"Hmm???" Andrew’s eyes widened instantly as he looked at her in confusion.

"How was it? Was my method of waking you up effective?" Scarlett asked with a smile.

After snapping out of it, Andrew grinned. "It was effective. Will you wake me up like this from now on, Scar?"

"Hmph, in your dreams. I’ll only wake you up like this if you behave well."

"Then since I behaved so well today, can I have another kiss?"

Andrew leaned his head a bit closer to Scarlett.

"No." Although Scarlett refused, she didn’t stop Andrew from getting closer.

So Andrew didn’t say anything more; imitating Scarlett, he launched a sneak attack and kissed her back.

"You little rascal, how dare you sneak attack me." Scarlett pouted, feigning anger.

"You can’t say that. If we’re talking about sneak attacks, you’re the one who started it, Scar."

"Hmph! I’m not listening. Since you attacked me, I have to attack back."

After saying that, Scarlett kissed him again.

"Then I’ll sneak attack again."

The two of them went back and forth, neither willing to be the one who gave the last kiss.

Until Scarlett’s expression suddenly changed to one of discomfort, and a gurgling sound came from her stomach.

"Scar, are you hungry?"

"Yeah, a little," Scarlett said softly and sweetly.

"Then what do you want to eat? I’ll make it for you."

"I want some porridge."

"Okay."

Andrew got out of bed slowly. Before leaving, he tucked Scarlett in properly before heading to the kitchen to make porridge.

While putting in the rice, Andrew wondered if Professor Scarlett’s appetite would be smaller since she wasn’t feeling well, considering how much glutinous rice would be appropriate for the porridge.

As he thought, Andrew suddenly remembered his lonely Older Sister next door.

Andrew immediately felt a sense of dread. He quickly checked the time and realized it was already eight o’clock in the evening.

"Oh no!"

Andrew quickly sped up the porridge-making process and then rushed next door to see if his Older Sister was still alive.

Seeing Catherine still lying on the bed, barely hanging on, Andrew finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"As long as she’s still breathing, as long as she’s still breathing."

Andrew let out a long sigh of relief.

After a while, when the porridge was ready, Andrew woke up both Scarlett and Catherine.

The complexions of the two formed a sharp contrast.

Even though both were unwell because of their periods, Catherine was pale, while Scarlett looked great, her face rosy.

During the meal, Andrew even fed Scarlett the porridge.

Catherine could only drink her porridge silently by herself.

Why is the heavens doing this to me? It’s bad enough that my stomach hurts, but I have to eat dog food too? (╥﹏╥)