After leaving the noodle shop, Andrew and Scarlett arrived at the pedestrian street.
Scarlett wasn't in the mood to browse; she bought a new pair of slippers and a few pairs of warm cotton socks, then prepared to head back.
As they passed a shoe store, Andrew also bought a pair of white athletic shoes.
Scarlett didn't ask; she didn't think much of it, assuming Andrew bought them for himself. While she also bought two wines, and a medicine.
Back inside, Scarlett went to take a shower. Andrew waited in the living room for her to finish before he went to wash up as well.
More than ten minutes later, Scarlett walked out wearing her nightgown.
The sound of the sliding glass door opening made Andrew look over involuntarily. His gaze drifted toward Scarlett's exposed smooth, fair feet.
Scarlett stood at the doorway without moving, allowing Andrew to stare at her feet.
Heh, this Little Fellow really does like looking at my feet.
After staring for quite a while, Andrew snapped back to reality and quickly averted his gaze.
Noticing Scarlett watching him, Andrew felt a bit awkward and spoke up to explain, "Um... Teacher, why aren't you wearing socks? You'll catch a cold."
Scarlett naturally knew this was Andrew's flimsy excuse, but she didn't expose him. Instead, she recalled something Suzanne had told her at dinner.
"To improve the relationship between two people, you must make some advances!" While Suzanne has sent her the details of the kiss will be good for a little advance. While the handjob and blowjob will directly remove all the boundaries.
Scarlett's lips curved slightly. Wearing her slippers, she walked over and sat down next to the sofa: "I forgot. Can you bring me the new socks I bought?"
"Oh."
Andrew honestly brought over a pair of white cotton socks.
Scarlett was sitting with one leg crossed over the other. She was hooking her right foot's slipper with her toes, letting it swing slightly, as if it might fall off at any moment.
This small action made Andrew unable to resist sneaking another glance.
Then he quickly retracted his gaze and said to Scarlett, "I brought the socks."
"Put them on for me."
"Oh."
Andrew subconsciously responded, then suddenly froze! His eyes gradually widened, startling him so much that his speech system glitched.
"What!!!"
Scarlett's lips still curved slightly as she looked at Andrew and said calmly, "Consider it repayment for you taking care of me yesterday."
"No! But this! This is too much!"
Andrew was so shocked he was at a loss, his blood pressure spiked, and his face flushed quite a bit.
Seeing Andrew flustered and incoherent, Scarlett lightly bit her lip, and the smile on her face increased slightly.
Heh, he's already blushing and panicking. He really is just a child. What happens when I do the next thing? Thinking about it, she blushed a little.
"Just so it."
Andrew, with a red face, still wanted to say something.
Scarlett tilted her head slightly, raised the corner of her mouth, and spoke again, "Don't you want it?"
"No."
Andrew mumbled a response with a red face, then took the socks and squatted down.
Scarlett looked down at Andrew, a smile playing on her lips. She gently shook her right foot, and the slipper fell to the ground. Her smooth little foot was revealed in front of Andrew.
Andrew held the socks, his face flushed and his heart racing.
Although Scarlett usually walked barefoot at home, he had seen it quite a few times.
This was the first time he had observed them at such close range.
Scarlett's feet were very white and beautiful. The snow-white skin even showed a hint of pink.
Andrew swallowed, looked up at Scarlett, and saw that she was looking away, her own face faintly flushed.
Scarlett was actually a little nervous inside too. This was the first time she had let a man touch her body, and it was her foot.
Andrew took a deep breath and reached out a hand to hold Scarlett's ankle.
He could clearly feel Scarlett tremble slightly, but she didn't say anything, tacitly allowing him to continue.
Scarlett's foot felt slightly cool, smooth, and very comfortable, making Andrew reluctant to let go.
Andrew pulled the cotton sock over Scarlett's delicate toes and began to put it on for her slowly and carefully.
Even though his movements were very slow and gentle, every time his hand moved, Scarlett's body would react, and gradually her whole body began to redden.
Just as Andrew was about to finish putting the sock on one of Scarlett's feet and his hand touched the sole of her foot, an accident happened.
"Ah~~~"
Scarlett let out a trembling cry.
Then she suddenly raised her right foot and kicked Andrew squarely in the face, knocking him flat onto the ground.
"Damn it!"
Andrew covered his nose with both hands, letting out a pained whimper.
Seeing this, Scarlett quickly got up to help Andrew:,"Are you okay? I didn't mean to! When you suddenly touched there, I got startled and instinctively lifted my foot."
Scarlett truly couldn't control herself just now; she just felt like her whole body was trembling, and she lifted her foot subconsciously.
"I'm... I'm fine."
Andrew rubbed his sore nose and didn't dare to continue putting the sock on for Scarlett, "You should just put the socks on yourself."
"Fine."
Scarlett watched Andrew rub his nose while entering the bathroom, wondering if Andrew had understood her intentions to stop being so deliberately distant from her.
"But won't this kick make him even more afraid of me?"
"No, I need to correct the mistake," She thought and started preparing the next step.
On the other side, in the bathroom, after his nose stopped throbbing, Andrew prepared to wash up.
Even though he got kicked, he felt it was worth it.
"Hiss~ Why did I let Teacher Scarlett put on the socks herself? I should have helped her put the other one on! Even if I got kicked again, that would still be a huge win!!!"
Thinking of this, Andrew was instantly filled with regret, feeling worse than if he had lost a hundred million dollars.
But the moment he stepped into the living room, he froze.
Scarlett had prepared two wine glasses and a plate of beautifully arranged steak on the table. Soft lighting filled the room, and the faint aroma of food lingered in the air.
"Come sit down," she said gently.
Andrew walked over hesitantly and took a seat. Scarlett poured a small amount of red wine into both glasses, then looked at him with unusually soft eyes.
"You looked sad earlier. Tell me, what happened?"
Andrew lowered his head, swirling the wine in his glass.
"…My dream of making that website got crushed. Mark said, by creating it, he will get in some kind of legal trouble."
Scarlett listened quietly, then reached out and gently rubbed his back in slow, comforting circles. Without warning, she pulled him into a light hug, pressing his head against her chest.
"You should start thinking of different ideas," she said softly, her voice warm and reassuring. "I already told you that particular one wouldn't work. Don't be too discouraged."
Andrew nodded against her, but his mind was elsewhere.
The sudden hug felt incredibly good. Through the thin fabric of her dress, he could clearly feel the soft, full outline of her breasts pressing against his cheek and shoulder. The warmth and gentle pressure made his heart race wildly.
'So soft…'
He desperately wanted to reach up and touch them, to feel their shape and weight in his hands. The urge was so strong that his fingers twitched slightly.
But he didn't dare.
Scarlett was still his former teacher, the woman he had feared for years. Even though she was being unusually gentle for a few days, but one wrong move and everything might shatter.
So he simply stayed still, enjoying the rare closeness while fighting the growing heat in his body.
Scarlett continued rubbing his back slowly, unaware (or perhaps fully aware) of the effect she was having on him. A small, satisfied smile curved her lips as she held him.
Scarlett gently released the hug but kept one hand on his shoulder. She pushed one of the plates toward him.
"Here, eat the steak while it's still warm. I made it for you."
Andrew nodded and picked up the fork and knife. The steak looked perfectly cooked, juicy and tender. He took a few bites, savoring the rich flavor. It was surprisingly good.
Scarlett raised her wine glass and took a small sip, then motioned for him to do the same.
Andrew hesitated for a second, but after the comforting hug and her unusually gentle behavior tonight, he didn't want to refuse. He took a sip of the red wine. Then another. Since he rarely drank, the alcohol hit him faster than expected.
By the time he finished half the glass, his head started spinning again. The room felt warmer, and his thoughts became fuzzy.
Scarlett, unaware of how quickly the wine was affecting him, set her glass down and turned toward him. She reached out and gently caressed his cheek with her fingertips, her touch soft and lingering.
"Andrew… I want to confess something," she said quietly, her voice carrying a rare vulnerability.
Andrew blinked slowly, his head still spinning. "What…?"
Scarlett took a deep breath. The wine had given her the courage she needed.
"Will you become my boyfriend?"
Andrew's mind was too clouded to fully process her words. When he heard the sentence, he didn't understand it. Without thinking, he simply nodded.
"Okay…"
Scarlett's eyes lit up with pure joy. A bright, genuine smile, something Andrew had rarely seen, spread across her face.
"Okay?" she repeated happily.