Chapter 158: Proactive Scarlett

Although the outfit felt a little tight around her chest, changing clothes seemed like too much trouble.

Since they were at home, Scarlett simply adjusted her clothes slightly and continued eating, though she slowed down her pace.

The three of them had originally been chatting while eating about what games they could play after dinner.

Their ideas ranged from playing cards and video games to playing Werewolf online on their phones and tricking unsuspecting strangers. They discussed all sorts of possibilities.

However, once dinner was over, Catherine, who was already drunk, went to the bedroom to get the playing cards and promptly collapsed onto the bed, falling into a deep sleep.

Even Scarlett felt dizzy, swaying slightly as she walked.

This was the first time Andrew had ever seen Scarlett drunk.

"The alcohol content was way too high. Luckily, I didn’t drink any. Otherwise, I’d probably either be throwing a drunken tantrum or passed out on the table right now."

Because of this unexpected turn of events, all the plans they had made had to be abandoned, and they decided to go to bed early.

Andrew was left alone to clean up the dining table and kitchen.

After all, it was New Year’s Eve. The house couldn’t be left in a mess. The New Year was supposed to be about bidding farewell to the old and welcoming the new.

After finishing the cleanup, Andrew was exhausted as well. He took a shower, returned to the bedroom, and prepared to rest.

However, when he opened the bedroom door, he found Scarlett still wearing the school-uniform-style outfit, standing in the middle of the room and looking at him with flushed cheeks.

"Teacher, why are you still wearing this? Didn’t you find it uncomfortable?"

Andrew asked in confusion.

He had originally assumed that Scarlett was half-drunk and would immediately collapse into bed as soon as she returned to the room.

He hadn’t expected her to be standing there, apparently waiting for him.

And something seemed slightly off.

A sudden sense of unease rose in Andrew’s heart.

"I’m not your teacher. Don’t call me that."

Drunk Scarlett stared at Andrew with an unusually serious expression.

Andrew couldn’t tell whether she was deliberately teasing him or genuinely drunk.

His intuition told him it was probably the latter.

Scarlett wasn’t even suppressing a smile. Her lips weren’t curled upward at all.

She genuinely seemed to be correcting him.

And if Scarlett is really drunk...

Andrew suddenly shuddered.

The possibilities his imagination conjured up were almost too dangerous to think about.

Just as he was thinking about it, Scarlett stared at him seriously again.

"What? You don’t even know how to address me anymore?"

"No, no, of course not."

Andrew replied with a smile.

Because she was wearing the school uniform, Scarlett already looked unusually cute. Now that she was drunk, her cheeks were flushed, yet her expression remained extremely serious, like an unhappy little girl.

Compared with her usual cold and aloof demeanor, the contrast made her look even more adorable.

Andrew walked toward Scarlett and reached out to hug her.

"Senior Sister, let’s go to bed together."

Unexpectedly, Scarlett dodged his outstretched arm and even slapped his hand away.

"I don’t want you to hug me. You don’t even know how to address me properly."

"Then what should I call you instead of Senior Sister?"

Hearing this, Scarlett crossed her arms over her chest, turned her flushed face away, and said arrogantly, "You guess."

"..."

Andrew felt that guessing was impossible; he wasn’t a mind reader.

But since Scarlett was drunk, he had no choice but to go along with her wishes.

"Queen?"

"Incorrect."

"Scarlett?"

"Incorrect."

Andrew tried several titles in a row, but Scarlett shook her head each time, leaving him completely at a loss.

"Can you give me a hint?"

"No hints. If you can’t figure it out, you’re not allowed to sleep tonight."

"..."

How unreasonable.

Andrew thought to himself. Since he genuinely couldn’t figure it out, he decided to try acting spoiled.

"Aiya, Wifey, please don’t be angry anymore."

"I won’t listen until you call me by the right name."

"Wifey~~~"

Andrew blurted it out affectionately without thinking.

Upon hearing this, Scarlett finally turned her flushed face toward him.

But then she gave a cold snort and turned her head away again.

"Hmph."

Andrew immediately realized that "Wifey" had been the answer.

He genuinely hadn’t thought of it before. Usually, he called her "Teacher," or used various playful terms when they were flirting.

"Wifey was actually a title Andrew rarely used for Scarlett."

"Wifey, don’t be angry. I just remembered how to address you."

"Tch. You only just remembered."

Scarlett still looked very displeased.

Andrew tried using his usual methods to coax her, but they didn’t seem to work very well.

Suddenly, Andrew had no idea what he had done wrong. Somehow, he seemed to have made Scarlett even angrier.

Before he could react, Scarlett suddenly turned around, planted both hands against him, and pushed him backward onto the bed.

At that moment, Andrew knew Scarlett was truly drunk. She had pushed him with considerable force, causing him to land heavily on the mattress.

Normally, Scarlett wouldn’t use that much force against him. Now that she was drunk, she clearly wasn’t controlling her strength properly.

Andrew frowned slightly from the impact.

When he opened his eyes again, Scarlett was supporting herself with both hands on either side of his head, leaning over him and staring down at him.

"Even after calling me Wifey, you still try to coax me like a child. It won’t work."

"I..."

Before Andrew could finish speaking, Scarlett suddenly lowered herself and kissed him.

Andrew didn’t resist. He wanted to move and reach out to wrap his arms around Scarlett’s waist, but for the moment, he simply let her take the initiative.

The closeness between them made the atmosphere in the bedroom increasingly intimate.

After some time, Scarlett gradually grew tired, and her strength began to fade.

Andrew gently wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer.

His face was flushed, and he felt almost as dizzy as Scarlett did.

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The two looked at each other with hazy eyes.

"Little Husband’s face is so red. Are you drunk too?"

Scarlett’s small hand gently stroked Andrew’s flushed cheek as she said this with a smile.

Andrew didn’t reply, but instead leaned forward and kissed her again.

His hands moved restlessly as well, while Scarlett’s lack of resistance seemed to reassure him.

The movements of the two gradually slowed down.

Andrew was, after all, still inexperienced. He wasn’t very skilled, and he was afraid of hurting Scarlett.

Scarlett also seemed to stop moving, causing Andrew to gradually stop as his rationality slowly returned.

"Wifey..."

Andrew called out softly and tenderly.

The only response was the sound of her steady breathing.

By now, their clothes were scattered across the floor on both sides of the bed, while Scarlett’s black undergarment lay quietly atop her white shirt.

But Andrew didn’t dare go any further.

Even though the moment had made him feel flustered and uneasy, Scarlett had already fallen asleep, and he absolutely refused to disturb the sleeping beauty in his arms.

Andrew stared at her quietly for a while.

Her cheeks were still slightly flushed from the alcohol, and her long black hair was spread messily across the pillow.

"You’re really troublesome when you’re drunk."

He whispered this with a helpless smile.

After thinking for a moment, Andrew carefully pulled the blanket over Scarlett and made sure she was comfortable.

He then quietly gathered the clothes scattered around the room and placed them neatly on a nearby chair.

Looking at Scarlett again, Andrew couldn’t help but sigh.

"Fortunately, I still have some self-control."

He gently brushed a strand of hair away from her face before turning off the bedside lamp.

The room gradually fell silent.

Andrew lay down beside Scarlett, keeping a little distance between them so he wouldn’t accidentally wake her.

However, after a while, Scarlett unconsciously moved closer in her sleep and rested her head against his shoulder.

Andrew froze for a moment before smiling helplessly.

"Looks like you really don’t want to let go of me, Wifey."

He gently pulled the blanket over both of them.

"Good night."

The room gradually became quiet again.

Andrew lay beside Scarlett, staring at the ceiling while listening to her steady breathing.

He couldn’t fall asleep yet.

After what had just happened, his mind was still a mess, and he couldn’t help but glance at Scarlett from time to time.

"She really drank too much..."

Andrew sighed softly.

He carefully pulled the blanket higher, making sure Scarlett was properly covered.

Then he quietly got out of bed and picked up a glass of water from the bedside table.

After drinking a little, he returned to bed and lay down again.

Scarlett seemed to sense his movement even while asleep. She instinctively shifted closer and rested her head against his shoulder.

Andrew froze for a moment.

After a few seconds, he smiled helplessly and gently placed his hand on top of hers.

"Alright, alright. I’m not going anywhere."

He closed his eyes again, and the room slowly returned to silence.