Chapter 173: The Trash Collector

"Really? You aren’t just trying to fool me, are you?"

Andrew held Scarlett’s foot and looked at her.

Scarlett rolled her eyes in annoyance.

"When have I ever lied to you?"

Andrew immediately put his hand on his chin and began to ponder.

"It seems like you’ve lied to me quite a few times, haven’t you?"

"Then don’t take the reward. I was just fooling you anyway."

"No, no, no. I was just talking nonsense."

Andrew quickly refused, then continued smiling while trimming Scarlett’s toenails.

"Hee hee, I’ll finish trimming Wife’s nails right away."

Upon hearing there was a reward, Andrew’s hands sped up considerably. Soon, he finished trimming Scarlett’s nails.

"All done."

Scarlett pulled back her legs and looked at her feet.

"Your craftsmanship is actually quite good."

"Of course. Who do you think I am?"

Andrew’s suddenly smug expression left Scarlett somewhat speechless.

She reached for the small cotton sock she had taken off, intending to put it on, when a flash of inspiration struck her, giving her a brand-new idea.

Scarlett’s lips suddenly curled up, and she picked up the sock, waving it in front of Andrew.

"If you talk nonsense again, I’ll stuff this sock in your mouth!"

"Heh heh, I promise I won’t talk nonsense anymore."

Andrew smiled and shook his head.

Then Scarlett placed the sock in Andrew’s hand.

"Wash this for me, then come to the bedroom."

After saying that, Scarlett went barefoot into the bedroom and closed the door.

Andrew sat on the sofa, holding the sock and staring blankly for a while, only reacting when he heard the bedroom door close.

"Could it be..." Andrew was about to think about it but restrained himself.

"Can’t think wildly. This way, there will be surprises and mystery. I’ll go wash Teacher’s socks."

Andrew picked up the sock and happily walked to the bathroom.

Cecilia, sitting on the ground, watched Andrew’s extremely happy demeanor and couldn’t help but sigh.

"Meow~~~" (Utterly speechless)

---

At this time, inside the bedroom, Scarlett had already taken out a pair of silk stockings from her suitcase.

She had brought them back from Jingzhou and hadn’t worn them since arriving in Mingzhu; she had only worn them once before.

That time, Andrew hadn’t seen the full view because the stockings were a bit too alluring. She had blushed just looking at herself after putting them on.

So, she had kept herself covered by the quilt then, only letting Andrew see the part covering her feet.

Scarlett took off her trousers, then lifted her long, fair, jade-white legs to put on the stockings and stood in front of the mirror to look at herself.

This time, she didn’t blush with shame. Instead, a mischievous smile appeared on her lips.

"Heh~ Am I trying to seduce the Little Fellow into making a mistake?"

"I really seem to be turning into a bad woman."

---

After washing the socks, Andrew arrived at the bedroom door and directly turned the handle.

Since only he and Scarlett were in the room now, he wasn’t overly reserved and didn’t knock.

As soon as he opened the bedroom door, it was extremely dark inside, with only the dim light filtering in through the curtains.

"Why is it so dark? Teacher, why did you draw the curtains?" Andrew was puzzled.

Suddenly, he saw a figure dart out of the darkness and slam the door shut with a "bang."

Andrew didn’t even have time to react; he didn’t know what had happened.

He only felt a fragrant, soft body press him against the wall, a pair of slightly cool hands cupping his face, and immediately, soft lips pressed against his own.

All of this was so sudden that Andrew was completely unprepared, so nervous that he forgot to breathe.

A few minutes later, Scarlett released Andrew’s lips, a smile playing on her own.

"Idiot, you don’t even know how to kiss anymore."

"That’s because... Teacher, you sneak-attacked me... I didn’t react in time."

Andrew panted, speaking softly with a flushed face.

"Just an idiot."

"I am not..." As soon as Andrew opened his mouth and hadn’t even said a few words, his mouth was covered again.

It was another unprepared sneak attack.

But this time, Andrew regained some initiative, and the two mutually took what they wanted.

Only when both were struggling to breathe again did they release each other, panting together and looking at each other with flushed faces.

"Teacher... what’s wrong with you today...?" Andrew asked softly.

The usual Scarlett was like a mischievous woman, teasing or seducing Andrew a little, rarely taking the initiative.

But the current Scarlett was too proactive, immediately forcing him against the wall and directly kissing him forcefully, which left him somewhat flustered.

In fact, Scarlett had initially planned to tease Andrew a bit more after putting on the silk stockings.

But for some reason, upon seeing Andrew enter the room, Scarlett suddenly felt impulsive.

She didn’t know why herself; it was as if she couldn’t control herself, like she had been starving for many days and wanted to devour Andrew immediately.

"I... I’m fine. It’s normal." Scarlett spoke intermittently, her face flushed. Her agile mind was now weaving through multiple conflicting thoughts.

But ultimately, the most impulsive thought prevailed.

She stretched out her hands, hooked them around Andrew’s neck, and simultaneously lifted her long right leg high, leaning against the wall beside Andrew.

Her consistent yoga practice gave Scarlett excellent flexibility, allowing her to perform movements that ordinary people couldn’t.

Her beautiful and delicate face was already flushed, and her thin, pink lips held a smile.

"Little Fellow, didn’t you like watching me wear stockings? I’m wearing them today, you know."

At this moment, Andrew finally saw the full view of the pantyhose, causing his blood to surge.

He hadn’t expected Scarlett would actually wear such beautiful stockings just because he liked them.

This time, it was finally Andrew’s turn to take the initiative. He immediately embraced Scarlett, carried her to the bedside, and fell onto it.

The two gazed into each other’s eyes, their affection evident. Neither spoke, yet it seemed they had said a great deal.

---

Ding-dong! Ding-dong! Ding-dong!

If there was a sound they hated the most at this moment, Andrew and Scarlett knew exactly what it was.

Andrew didn’t even want to answer the doorbell, but Scarlett managed to regain a sliver of rationality.

"You should go check the door. Maybe your father or mother is back and forgot their keys."

"Fine."

Andrew straightened his clothes, took a deep breath, and suppressed his anger.

"Damn it! Why does something always go wrong at this moment? Heaven can’t treat me like this!"

Andrew sighed as he walked to the door.

When he opened it, he saw a familiar face standing there, smiling broadly.

"Hee hee, I forgot my key after coming back from a blind date," Catherine said with a wide smile.

The next moment, the door slammed shut with a "bang!"

At that moment, Scarlett had just finished putting on her pants and walked out.

"Who was that?"

"The trash collector."

"The trash collector?"