Chapter 159: Stinky

For most people, the first moment they open their eyes on New Year’s Day is filled with hope.

But the first feeling Scarlett had upon opening her eyes was shock.

Because at that moment, she was pressed tightly against Andrew, clearly feeling his body temperature and heartbeat.

"What did I do last night?"

Scarlett tried hard to recall what had happened the night before, but she couldn’t remember clearly.

She only vaguely remembered some scenes, seemingly having pushed Andrew onto the bed herself, looking like she was about to force something.

But she couldn’t remember anything after that; she must have fallen asleep directly.

The liquor those old cadres drank really had too high an alcohol content; she could barely handle it.

Afterward, Scarlett reached out and touched her "panties," finding nothing unusual, which told her that nothing had happened later on.

Thinking of this, Scarlett didn’t breathe a sigh of relief; instead, she felt a slight sense of disappointment.

Looking at the sleeping Andrew in front of her, Scarlett pouted and used her finger to lightly scratch his nose.

"A little pervert with lust but no guts."

However, Scarlett also knew that Andrew ultimately did nothing because she was drunk and asleep, and he was afraid of hurting her.

"This little fellow is too gentle."

With that thought, Scarlett even kissed Andrew on the eye.

This action made Andrew’s eyes tremble slightly, and he groggily opened them.

"Wife~"

Andrew murmured the word.

Having called Scarlett "Wife" so many times the night before, Andrew was even dreaming about those moments.

His soft, tingling murmur made Scarlett’s heart blossom with joy, and she tightened her hold on Andrew.

"Mmm, your wife is right here."

Andrew, already feeling fuzzy, burrowed into her embrace when Scarlett held him and closed his eyes again.

This time, he didn’t cause any trouble, just lying against Scarlett’s soft body and savoring the faint fragrance coming from her.

Scarlett held the little fellow in her arms, just like hugging a small child.

She softly asked Andrew, "Are you very sleepy?"

"A little."

"Did you sleep uncomfortably last night?"

"Mmm, I kept dreaming."

Hearing this, Scarlett chuckled softly.

"Don’t tell me you were having some naughty dreams, right?"

Hearing this, Andrew sobered up quite a bit, and his previously still body began to act spoiled.

"It’s all your fault, Wife. You pushed me down last night, but then you fell asleep first."

"Ew~~ I feel like you, little pervert, were just too scared. Your clothes were off, but you didn’t do anything. I feel embarrassed for you."

"..."

Andrew, feeling mocked, was a bit displeased and didn’t say anything, burrowing deeper into the covers.

After a moment of silence, he suddenly mumbled, "It’s because I’m a child that I didn’t dare. Now I want milk."

"Hey! Don’t mess around!"

Scarlett immediately knew what Andrew was planning and quickly reached out to cup the back of his head to stop him.

If she really let Andrew have his way, she wouldn’t be able to say what might happen next.

"Mother Luo, I want milk~"

Andrew buried his head in the haven of tenderness, acting spoiled.

But Scarlett still wouldn’t allow it.

"Not now. It’s already daylight, and there are no protective measures."

"Unhappy," Andrew murmured in a deliberately displeased tone.

Hearing this, Scarlett’s heart instantly softened.

"Then I’ll give you milk tonight."

As soon as Andrew heard this, he immediately stuck his head out and looked at Scarlett.

"Really!?"

Seeing his playful expression, Scarlett felt both annoyed and amused, and she punched Andrew.

"Ouch."

Andrew feigned pain and cried out, then burrowed back into the covers.

"Alright, I’m hungry. I’m getting up to prepare breakfast."

"But... Wife, I feel uncomfortable right now."

"Stinky pervert."

Scarlett laughed and cursed him before also burrowing back into the covers.

After several practices, Scarlett’s small hands were very skilled and wouldn’t hurt Andrew.

After some commotion, the two changed their clothes and got out of bed.

Scarlett had Andrew help her put on that thick, padded one-piece pajama set.

As soon as they walked out of the bedroom, they went to the bathroom to wash up.

Meanwhile, Andrew opened the refrigerator to prepare breakfast.

Not long after, Catherine sleepily pushed open her bedroom door and walked out.

The effects of last night’s alcohol were still lingering, making her walk unsteadily. As soon as she reached the living room, she tripped over the sofa and fell directly onto it.

"Ouch!"

Her cry of pain caused Andrew, who was in the kitchen, to look over.

Seeing that Catherine had gotten up, he said to her,

"Wait a moment. Scarlett is washing up in the bathroom."

"Oh, then I’ll just lie here a little longer."

Catherine simply lay crookedly on the sofa and stopped moving.

But she hadn’t been lying there for long when she suddenly remembered something very important.

She immediately stood up, leaned against the wall, and staggered back toward her bedroom.

Watching this scene, a bead of sweat formed on Andrew’s forehead.

"It’s better to find a Great Immortal to take care of my older sister sooner rather than later."

A short while later, after rummaging through her things, Catherine staggered back to the kitchen, leaning against the wall. She patted Andrew on the shoulder.

"What? You’re dizzy? I’m making you some tea."

"Tea can wait. Here’s something for you."

"What is it?"

Catherine took a small item from her pocket. It was sealed inside a square plastic package covered entirely in English.

Andrew silently translated the words in his mind, and his eyes immediately widened.

"I don’t know if I’m giving you this too late, but you’ll definitely need it later. I’ll send you the link afterward; this brand is better quality."

"No! How do you know it’s good quality?"

Andrew was so shocked that the cup in his hand began to tremble.

"My former roommate used them with her boyfriend. She had a whole drawer full of them."

"6."

Before Andrew could recover from the shock, Scarlett’s voice suddenly came from behind them.

"What are you two talking about?"

"!!!"

"-------"

Andrew was so startled that he almost dropped the cup, while Catherine was frightened into unconsciousness.

She genuinely fainted, and Scarlett was the one who caught her.

At that moment, Andrew’s mind raced as he quickly explained with a smile,

"Older Sister hasn’t sobered up from the alcohol yet. I was making her some tea. Teacher, you walk so silently. You startled both of us by suddenly appearing."

"Oh..."

Scarlett held Catherine and looked at Andrew with wide eyes before nodding as if she understood.

She then helped Catherine to the living room while Andrew prepared to make some tea for her.

But because he was too nervous, he almost threw the little package Catherine had just given him into the hot water instead of a tea bag.

Thankfully, he stopped himself in time.

Only after drinking a full cup of herbal tea did Catherine fully come to her senses.

Andrew also brewed a cup for Scarlett to help her sober up.

"The alcohol content isn’t just high; the flavor is incredibly rich as well. Are we really okay after drinking something like that?"

Scarlett brought up the wine from the previous night again.

She hadn’t seen the bottle Catherine had brought out last night; Catherine had simply poured the wine for her.

However, Scarlett had drunk quite a bit of alcohol over the years and could recognize a fine wine from a single taste.

Last night’s wine had been fragrant and smooth. Even when she became drunk, she hadn’t experienced the usual dizziness or discomfort. Instead, she had felt strangely light and relaxed, almost as if she were floating.

After sobering up completely, Catherine also remembered the wine.

"It does seem pretty expensive. I can’t remember what it was called. Little Brother, go check the bottle in the study. There’s still about half of it left."

Being ordered around by Catherine again made Andrew slightly dissatisfied, but he still obediently went to the study to take a look.

A short while later, he returned with the wine bottle and its original packaging.

The moment Scarlett saw it, even her usually calm expression changed dramatically, and her eyes widened.

"How could you open this?!"

Scarlett exclaimed in shock, leaving both Catherine and Andrew somewhat confused.

Andrew glanced at the bottle and said casually,

"It’s just a bottle of whiskey, isn’t it? It’s only a few hundred dollars."

"Yeah, just whiskey. Dad always has some expensive whiskey whenever he goes over to a friend’s house."

Catherine felt there was no reason to make such a fuss.

But Scarlett’s next words made the siblings realize they had seriously underestimated what they had been drinking.

"This isn’t ordinary whiskey. This is a limited-edition collector’s bottle. It’s not something you can simply buy at a liquor store. It only occasionally appears at private auctions."

"???"

Andrew took another look, and Catherine quickly leaned over to see, realizing it really seemed to be some kind of commemorative edition.

The two exchanged a glance.