Chapter 141: I Have Another Way
As she spoke, Scarlett extended her other hand and supported Andrew’s thigh straight up.
Her body leaned almost against Andrew’s.
That faint body fragrance drifted into Andrew’s nostrils, causing a slight restlessness in his heart.
If Older Sister wasn’t here, it would be great. Then Professor Scarlett could definitely teach me more boldly, instead of just using her hands.
"Don’t get distracted, straighten your back."
"Oh! But this is so tiring," Andrew muttered softly.
But Scarlett didn’t pity him this time: "If this tires you out, it means you exercise too little. Hang in there. Hold it for at least ten minutes today. If you can’t hold it, I’ll support you with my hands."
"Ah--"
Andrew started to regret suggesting yoga in the first place.
In reality, he only wanted to see what Professor Scarlett looked like wearing yoga attire.
Meanwhile, Catherine seemed to be treated as air, practicing yoga alone. Scarlett didn’t even look at her once to point out any non-standard movements.
While practicing, Catherine spoke up, "Professor Scarlett, could you check if my posture is standard?"
"It’s acceptable, mostly correct."
Scarlett said casually before continuing to correct Andrew’s posture: "Straighten your leg, don’t bend it down."
"You can’t be this biased, can you? When I first started yoga, Professor Scarlett didn’t teach me this meticulously. Now she completely treats me like air," Catherine thought to herself.
She felt she shouldn’t have asked Scarlett to teach her while Andrew was present, because the other party’s attention was entirely focused on Andrew.
When she turned her head to look at Andrew’s pained and somewhat comical movements, she couldn’t help but complain internally.
"My younger brother clearly doesn’t like yoga, but he insists on joining the fun. I practice yoga with a purpose!"
Fortunately, after ten minutes, Andrew was exhausted and collapsed. Scarlett told him to rest for a while and went to teach Catherine some new movements and poses.
Andrew lay on the yoga mat, the faint scent on it making him feel incredibly comfortable and secure.
It was Professor Scarlett’s scent.
Suddenly, an idea popped into Andrew’s mind: If I sleep tonight while wearing clothes and hug Professor Scarlett all night, then my body will definitely be covered in Professor Scarlett’s scent the next day.
At the same time, he turned his head to look at Scarlett who was bending over teaching Catherine.
Her long eyelashes fluttered as she blinked, as if captivating his soul. The action of squatting and bending over made Scarlett’s curves appear even more exaggerated.
He really wanted to hug her.
Just as Andrew was thinking, the ten-minute rest period flew by.
Scarlett returned to his side, just like a punctual alarm clock: "Enough rest, continue! No slacking."
"Huh? Ten minutes passed already?" Andrew felt like less than a minute had passed.
But Scarlett directly showed him her phone, leaving him no chance to argue.
"This time, hold it for twenty minutes. You have to persist even if you can’t."
"Twenty minutes? That’s too long, isn’t it?"
"Start quickly."
Scarlett finished speaking and used her hand to lift Andrew’s body up again, helping him maintain the pose.
Meanwhile, Catherine had only learned halfway through the new movement before Scarlett left: "Professor Scarlett, what should I do next?"
"You can do the old movements you already know, or rest."
"..."
After enduring the most painful initial stage, Andrew gradually adapted to the somewhat strange-looking yoga poses and decided to keep going.
This was absolutely not because Professor Scarlett would stay close to him while he practiced yoga.
It was only by evening that his limbs began to ache intensely.
Scarlett kneaded his sore thighs to relieve the pain.
"Ah!!!" Andrew suddenly let out a scream, startling Scarlett who quickly let go: "Scar, be gentler! It hurts so much!"
"Does it hurt that much?"
Scarlett felt Andrew was exaggerating, but looking at his scream, it didn’t seem like it.
"It really hurts! And Scar, you use so much force when you massage. Even if my thighs weren’t sore, it would hurt from you kneading them like that."
"Then I’ll be gentler."
After Scarlett adjusted her strength, Andrew began to lie comfortably on the bed and enjoy it.
"Look at you. You only did yoga for a short while, and you’re in this much pain already. You don’t exercise, so how will you protect me if you encounter thugs or robbers in the future?"
Scarlett said while massaging Andrew.
Andrew slowly replied, "I think the thugs and robbers will need protection more at that time."
"Stop talking nonsense, I’ll hit you."
Scarlett playfully slapped Andrew’s thigh in annoyance.
"Ouch, ouch, ouch."
"Are you still talking nonsense?"
"I’m not talking nonsense anymore, but what I just said seems to be the truth."
Andrew recalled the thug they encountered during the autumn outing; he probably was used to wearing skirts now.
After chatting for a while, Scarlett’s hands grew a bit sore from massaging: "Alright, it shouldn’t hurt too much now. You should be fine to sleep tonight. I’m turning off the lights."
Just as Scarlett was about to turn off the light, Andrew quickly called out: "Wait a minute!"
After Andrew finished speaking, he immediately stood up, but a wave of soreness hit his thigh, causing him to fall back down.
He landed right on Scarlett’s lap.
Ah—so soft.
"What? Are you going back to your own room to sleep?"
Scarlett didn’t know why Andrew was getting up so urgently.
She had said she was going to sleep; shouldn’t he be happy? He had been acting spoiled and begging to sleep with her before.
"No, no, I’m just changing clothes, I’ll be right back."
Andrew said, stood up again, and limped towards his own bedroom.
Scarlett raised an eyebrow, completely confused, "Isn’t he already wearing pajamas? What is there to change into?"
A moment later, Andrew returned to the bedroom wearing an undershirt.
"Okay, we can sleep now."
Scarlett immediately narrowed her eyes, looking at him as if he were an idiot.
"You aren’t wearing pajamas to sleep, you changed into a shirt, do you have some strange fetish?"
"No, no, I deliberately chose to sleep in a shirt."
"Deliberately? What are you planning to do?"
Scarlett tilted her head, looking at Andrew suspiciously.
"Uh... it doesn’t concern you, Scar."
Andrew didn’t want to say and tried to dive into the covers.
But Scarlett yanked him back: "Don’t try to fool me, tell me! What are you trying to do!"
"..."
Andrew realized that Scarlett seemed to have a controlling desire over him, not allowing him to hide anything from her.
Perhaps Scarlett realized that his current behavior was indeed inappropriate, so she changed her line of questioning.
She slightly lifted her neck and said to Andrew with a touch of pride: "Tell me, and I’ll give you a reward later."
"What reward?"
"You tell me first. It definitely won’t be worse than the last reward."
Andrew recalled the last time Scarlett wore stockings and let him play with her feet, and his anticipation immediately rose.
It was rare for Scarlett to wear stockings normally; he suddenly felt like squeezing them again.
However, Andrew still felt a bit shy, so he leaned close to Scarlett’s ear and explained in a low voice.
"I just think that Scar, the scent on your body is especially nice. So I wanted to wear the clothes I plan to wear tomorrow, hug you while sleeping, and that way..."
Scarlett looked utterly disdainful upon hearing this, the corners of her mouth slightly upturned as if she couldn’t help but laugh.
"Just for that?"
"Heh heh..." Andrew nodded with a grin.
Scarlett glanced at him, suppressing a smile, and then said faintly to Andrew: "Take off your top."
"Huh?"
"Didn’t you want to absorb my scent? Then I’ll just wear it, won’t I?"
When Andrew heard this, his eyes immediately widened: Holy crap! How did I not think of that? Is Professor Scarlett a genius?
So, after acknowledging her, he began to take off his top.
Andrew shook his head, flicked his bangs, and smoothed out his shirt.
Just as he was about to hand it to Scarlett, he noticed she was staring straight at him.
How to describe that look in her eyes?
Andrew couldn’t find the right words, but he remembered that Scarlett made a similar expression when she was very hungry and saw delicious food.
Scarlett bit her lip, then swallowed, before withdrawing her gaze and taking Andrew’s shirt.
Seeing her expression, Andrew leaned close to Scarlett and asked with a grin: "Scar, you’re not craving my body again, are you?"
"Hmph, who’s craving you? You’re just a little skinny monkey."
Scarlett turned away haughtily.
"I have abs, how can I be a little skinny monkey?" Andrew retorted, unconvinced, and even took a deep breath to make his six-pack abs more prominent.
Scarlett gave him a look of disdain and said coldly: "Do you have any idea whether those abs came from working out or from being thin?"
"What does that matter? As long as they are abs, that’s fine."
"I can’t be bothered to banter with you."
Scarlett said, preparing to unzip her one-piece pajama to change into Andrew’s shirt.
But she stopped, and told his clothes where not smooth.
"But your clothes... aren’t smooth enough... If I wear them to sleep at night... it might hurt..."
"Hurt? Hurt what?"
Andrew thought his clothes weren’t spiky; how could they cause injury?
But in the next second, he suddenly realized the reason!
His face instantly flushed red up to his ears.
"Um... I’ll just wear my own clothes then.", Andrew awkwardly tried to take his shirt back.
But Scarlett shook her head: "No, I have another way."
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