CHAPTER 104: CHAPTER 103: BOLD

He Chen was especially annoyed with Yang Donglian, feeling irritated and frustrated, yet unsure of how to alleviate it.

Ye Manman felt a bit timid, retreated to her room to read, and dared not watch He Chen make the bathtub anymore.

He Chen felt embarrassed to seek kisses from her, so he buried himself in converting the aggravation caused by Yang Donglian into motivation, diligently working on the bathtub.

But after all, it wasn’t a simple task; even when the bathtub was completed, it needed bamboo strips and iron wires to bind the upper and lower rims, which clearly couldn’t be finished within a day.

He Chen could only prepare the materials as much as possible, then go to make dinner and boil water, allowing Ye Manman to wipe herself down before sleeping.

In such cold weather, Ye Manman really didn’t dare to take a bath.

This house in the village was too big and empty, no matter what was done, the rooms remained extremely cold, whereas the rented place in the town at least had a small room.

He Chen had installed a hanging surround plastic curtain in that small room so that she could barely not feel so cold while bathing.

In the evening, Ye Manman sat in her room, lifting her clothes.

The instant the warm towel brushed against her skin, it indeed felt warm and comfortable, but the next second it turned extremely cold, immediately making goosebumps rise.

Ye Manman really dared not wipe anymore, she simply wiped some key areas before calling He Chen over to pour out the water.

At this moment, she really anticipated being able to use the bathtub soon.

Why hadn’t she felt longing for a bath like this before?

There weren’t any extra blankets or beds at home, and Ye Manman always had icy cold hands and feet in winter during sleep, so they naturally ended up sleeping together.

And then naturally again, the atmosphere turned strange once more.

They both tacitly recalled today’s interrupted event.

Ye Manman felt a little shy and nervous; she seemed to have some idea of what He Chen had wanted to say at that time, but she also felt a bit scared, somewhat unprepared.

Right now, she half-wanted to clarify, yet wasn’t particularly inclined; hence, lying in bed, her cold feet kept touching He Chen’s leg.

He Chen naturally wanted to continue the incomplete task from earlier, but he worried he might not be able to resist; although he had no clue how to proceed in such matters.

So he lay there stiffly, daring not to move at all.

Ye Manman’s feet were simply too cold, compared with his body temperature they felt like ice, he sighed compromisingly and stretched his long legs to hold her restless feet.

The hot legs meeting the cold feet suddenly froze He Chen’s chaotic thoughts, temporarily calming them, reducing much of the unspeakable heat in his chest.

"How come you’re so warm?"

He Chen’s body was scorching hot, maybe because her feet were too cold; Ye Manman felt her feet on his legs were being scalded, followed by waves of warmth flowing into her body.

"So warm~"

She was most afraid of the cold; it’s said that warmth starts from the feet. Now with her feet slowly warming up, her body soon followed, Ye Manman sighed comfortably.

The short and lazy sound resonated in the ear, and He Chen felt the heat he just suppressed rising again.

He was currently facing Ye Manman’s face on his side, not able to see her clearly in the dark, yet inexplicably sensing her quietly closed lips.

As if driven by a spell, He Chen moved towards that spot like he’d lost his mind.

Ye Manman was squinting her eyes enjoying the warmth from her feet, feeling like yawning.

As she opened her mouth, He Chen’s lips came over.

The moist and hot sensation appeared above her lips, He Chen’s lost reasoning suddenly returned to his brain, he quickly retracted, burning with embarrassment.

What had he done?!

Was he just kissed by her?

As if answering his inner question, the moisture above his lips quickly evaporated in the air, causing a special sensation prompting him to instinctively lick his lips, feeling somewhat like a pervert.

"He Chen, your stubble is really prickly."

Ye Manman hadn’t expected she’d almost bite him while yawning, had she not rapidly reacted when halfway through the yawn, He Chen’s mouth would have gotten bitten by her.

Though the situation seemed somewhat... awkward.

It made one feel quite sheepish.

Ye Manman shyly snuggled into his embrace, found a comfortable warm position and closed her eyes.

"Remember to shave properly tomorrow morning, it pricks my mouth."

He Chen’s embrace was so warm, sharing a blanket with him didn’t feel like winter at all; cozy and with a nice scent that left one feeling secure.

Like taking a sleeping pill, previous tangled thoughts that had filled the day were like pressing the pause button, unable to be pondered, Ye Manman fuzzily finished speaking and quickly became drowsy, soon falling asleep.

He Chen half hugged her waist, staring dryly at the dark air, not daring to move.

He quietly shifted his body, slightly bending, despite Ye Manman being asleep, He Chen still tried his best to conceal the impure changes in his body.

He worried about harming himself holding back, pondering leaving to resolve it, yet reluctant to leave the bed.

Not only did he not want to leave this warm comfort, he worried that his departure might cause her to feel cold and restless in sleep.

Eventually, He Chen couldn’t tell how long he’d been staring at the darkness, his eyes growing dry and aching without signs of availing.

His mind gradually grew fuzzy, he couldn’t resist cautiously turning over, raising the quilt a bit while ensuring the little one within wasn’t disturbed.

Then he settled in a position almost like doing a push-up, half-nesting on Ye Manman’s body, trying hard to support the weight of both himself and the quilt, gazing deeply at her.

His eyes accustomed to the dark, He Chen could now roughly see Ye Manman’s face.

He could see clearly her slightly pouted lips and long lashes casting shadows, leaning closer to her delicate nose even allowing him to feel her slow gentle breathing.

He Chen felt like a filthy pervert, wanting to steal a kiss while Ye Manman slept.

But he really couldn’t quite control himself; the fiery desires inside screamed rampantly, driving his actions, confusing his thoughts.

He devoutly bowed his head; having strained to hold his weight too long, his arms swelled with muscle, slightly trembling, causing his lips to quiver as he approached.

Upon rediscovering the jelly-like softness, He Chen couldn’t help but sigh in satisfaction, yet his brain controlled him to act more severely, even wanting to savor the flavor he’s long reminisced.

His large hand disobediently landed on her pale neck, he nervously held his breath, fingers daring not move, merely touched her lightly, fearing to hurt her with his rough hand.

Soft, fragrant, silky...

That was the final feeling He Chen could express when the chord in his mind completely snapped.