Winter break still had plenty of days left. After returning home, life quickly settled back into its familiar rhythm. With so much free time, Noah Miller could sleep until eleven or twelve, or spend half the day curled up in bed, wishing he could hibernate alongside the small creatures in the woods.
These comfortable days somehow passed in a hazy blur. Staying up late, sleeping in late, skipping breakfast, holing up in bed with his phone all day. Sometimes Noah Miller would feel his vacation was getting too decadent. He'd feel a wave of self-reproach, then continue lounging anyway.
This was probably what they called the typical college student's winter break experience.
The afternoon sky was overcast and gray, sunlight blocked behind heavy clouds. The whole world felt bleak and desolate, as if it had lost all its color.
In winter, Noah Miller had gotten used to taking an afternoon nap. He slipped into the warm bedding, lay on his side, closed his eyes, and soon sank into sleep. Naturally, he didn't notice when someone entered the room.
Evelyn Miller pinched Noah Miller's cheek to confirm he was fully asleep, then pulled out the chair at the computer desk and sat down. She booted up the computer with practiced ease and logged into his social media account.
They both knew the password for this computer, but Evelyn Miller rarely used it in front of the boy. The few times she had were only when she needed it on the spot.
Therefore, Noah Miller had no idea that all his online records had long been exposed to her. It was like being locked in a giant cage—he hadn't touched the boundaries yet, so he couldn't realize he was already bound within her gaze.
The good news was that Evelyn Miller didn't monitor him frequently. In the previous few times, she hadn't seen anything noteworthy.
She reset the few private chat messages she'd read back to unread, logged out of Noah Miller's account, turned around, tilted her head, and stared at the boy's sleeping face.
Evelyn Miller had always loved watching him sleep like this. His profile looked especially obedient.
Especially when he was young. After running wildly outside and coming back exhausted from playing, he'd always run to her room to sleep.
But later, as she grew up, her thoughts matured, and the impulses of adolescence grew wildly like sprouting seedlings. Every time she looked at the defenseless boy sleeping peacefully in front of her, it was as if a devil was whispering in her ear, constantly urging that filthy idea onward.
That day had been exactly like this. It was the day of freshman move-in. After finishing her errands outside, she returned to the room and saw Noah Miller curled up drowsily asleep in her bed. She sat on the edge, hesitating for a long, long time, until she imagined him kissing a girl, and the thin string of reason snapped instantly.
If it happened again, she would still make the same choice. She had never regretted it.
The room was very quiet. Evelyn Miller's lips curved into a sweet, indulgent smile. She turned back, picked up a sharpened sketching pencil from the pen holder on the desk, placed white paper on her knee, and began sketching the outline of the boy's sleeping face.
Her father had loved painting when he was alive. He drew people and objects beautifully. In his spare time, he would teach them sketching. But back then the boy was playful by nature, couldn't sit still, preferred running around outside wildly. Usually only she followed to learn from the man. Over the years, she could draw with some skill.
This was one of her few hobbies. Evelyn Miller had been a quiet girl since childhood, rarely opening her heart to others, burying her thoughts deep, polite yet calmly distant to people. The only one she could tenderly spoil was her little fool.
"Eve…" Noah Miller seemed to have slept enough and slowly opened his eyes. "How long was I out?"
"Two or three hours. It's almost dark."
"So late already." He rubbed his sleepy eyes and sat up. "What's that in your hand?"
"Your sleeping face." Evelyn Miller held the paper up, facing him. "Does Sister draw it well?"
"It looks good… Was I drooling?" Noah Miller touched the corner of his mouth. It was dry.
"Sister wiped it for you. Don't you always drool in your sleep? When you were little, you got Sister's pillow all dirty."
"Hehe, I can't help it."
Evelyn Miller shook her head helplessly. "I was teasing you. After you grew up, Sister hasn't seen you drool much in your sleep."
"I knew it." Noah Miller looked at her face, his gaze unconsciously drifting. Suddenly he noticed Evelyn Miller's feet resting on the chair seat, her snow-white little feet slightly reddened from the cold.
"Eve, why aren't you wearing socks? Aren't you cold?"
"It's a little cold, but…" Evelyn Miller placed her hand on her slender calf and slowly slid it down until she touched her icy ankle. "It feels like Nate likes them bare more."
"My mind is perfectly normal. Why do you always think I like your feet?"
He'd slept very comfortably. He threw off the covers and was about to stand up when Evelyn Miller suddenly commanded, "Sit down."
"Wh… what's wrong?" Noah Miller was a bit dazed but obediently sat on the edge of the bed.
Evelyn Miller extended her long, slender left leg straight, her smooth, creamy left foot pressing against his lower abdomen. The faint delicate veins on it could be seen. A teasing, alluring smile appeared on the woman's face. "Nate really doesn't like it?"
"I don't. Eve, stop messing around."
"Call me sister."
"Sister, okay?"
"But sister doesn't quite believe you." She slowly raised her left leg higher, from his abdomen to his chest, until it was nearly against Noah Miller's face. "Lick it. Sister just washed them. They're very clean."
Actually, even if Evelyn Miller hadn't washed her feet, they wouldn't be dirty. She hadn't gone out much these past few days. Aside from some housework, there wasn't much activity—no sweating, no dirt.
"It's not… about whether they're dirty or not…"
But Evelyn Miller saw the slight flush at Noah Miller's earlobes. She knew his true likes and dislikes better than anyone. If he really hated it, she wouldn't force these things. Those shy, half-hearted denials were what she loved most.
Earlier, when cleaning her feet, she had deliberately used body wash to make sure they were clean before doing this.
She lifted her foot and pressed it against Noah Miller's mouth. The sensitive sole fit tightly against his lips. He probably hadn't expected it—his eyes suddenly widened.
"Lick it. No one's watching anyway. Sister has let you lick so many other places. This isn't any different, right?" Evelyn Miller said softly.
"N-no! Eve, what are you saying?!"
During their previous intimate moments, Evelyn Miller always liked to have him bury his face in her chest. The soft, fragrant, full softness would overwhelm him.
Though there was some going with the flow, most of it was controlled by her. Evelyn Miller really understood him too well, even every sensitive spot on his body. In those moments, maintaining any pretentious gentlemanly demeanor was too difficult.
"Not right?" Evelyn Miller's smile was seductive. Her soft, clean toes traced from the left corner of his mouth to the other side. "Then consider it sister's punishment."
"What punishment?"
"Last night, sister told you several times not to swallow, but you didn't listen. Did you really think sister didn't know what you were thinking? That doing it that way could tease sister?"