CHAPTER 112: CHAPTER 111: TONIGHT, PRACTICE WELL FOR ME

The combined visual and auditory stimulation nearly caused He Chen to tear apart the dry towel in his hands.

He took a deep breath, unconsciously holding it, and began to carefully and quickly complete this daunting punishment.

Silently reciting "form is emptiness, emptiness is form" to himself, He Chen instructed himself to stay composed, forcibly keeping his gaze steady as he readied Ye Manman again.

After finishing everything, dressing her back into her sleepwear, He Chen finally turned around and exhaled a deep breath of stale air.

Like a fish out of water, he had instinctively held his breath just now, almost suffocating himself.

Through all of this, Ye Manman’s head cleared a bit more.

Also, her feet gradually started to feel cold, so she pulled herself back under the covers.

Yet, Ye Manman didn’t forget her goal, exposing only her fluffy head as she began to act sassily to the man by the bed.

"He Chen, go take a shower quickly, I’m so cold. Go take one and come warm the bed for me～"

How could He Chen withstand her acting coy like this, his mind felt like it was struck by a blow, and he was completely dazed.

He was very obedient.

Swiftly completing tasks such as storing leftovers, washing dishes, and heating water for a shower, a series of tasks that normally would’ve taken a long time.

Upon re-entering the room, He Chen didn’t even know what he was exactly anticipating or anxious about.

Propping up on one arm, eyes half-closed, Ye Manman glanced at him with eyes unlike usual—somewhat enchanting and seductive, as if unseen threads were tugging at him.

He Chen felt like his soul was being sucked toward her, and his body unconsciously went over and lay quietly beside her. By the time he realized it, the distance between them was very close.

A drunken Ye Manman was even better at acting spoiled than usual, and much more straightforward and bold.

She no longer propped up on one arm but leaned partway onto his broad chest, lazily looking up at him.

"He Chen, what time is it now?"

The sweet scent mixed with the aroma of rice wine wafted entirely onto his nose. Her fingers traced circles on his taut abs, as if playing or teasing him.

He Chen felt that today’s situation somehow broke from the norm, but couldn’t quite articulate it, only responding woodenly.

"It should be almost midnight."

"Ah, it’s that late already?"

Ye Manman sighed lightly; it was warm yet hot enough to redden He Chen’s neck.

He swallowed nervously, and as his Adam’s apple bobbed, Ye Manman seemed intrigued, suddenly leaning in to touch it.

"Move it again for me."

He Chen froze for a moment, swallowed again, and instinctively clenched his left fist.

"No, don’t touch it..."

The Adam’s apple was like a vital spot, a secretive one at that, and being touched by her slender, warm fingers felt as if even that spot had grown nerves, making it impossible for him to stop swallowing.

"Why can’t I touch it?"

Ye Manman giggled, obediently releasing his Adam’s apple, but her pretty little hand returned under the covers.

"Then can I touch here?"

With her eyes half-closed and breath fragrant, her words were intoxicating.

He Chen’s entire body tensed suddenly, as if entering a state of battle-readiness, unsure whether it was from fright or embarrassment, his face turned red and white. Wanting to remove her hand from under the blanket, his body wouldn’t respond, unable to move.

"Manman... I..."

Taking a deep breath, he couldn’t help but anxiously lower his head to look at her.

Ye Manman smiled sweetly, drunkenness overcoming her eyes that harbored a hint of slyness.

"What do you want to say?"

He Chen was stunned, utterly shaken, unable to express his current feelings with any words.

He could only tighten his body, clench his teeth, enduring the ultimate sensation.

Unfortunately, without getting a satisfying answer, Ye Manman’s hand turned even more disobedient.

He Chen had never experienced anything like this, his hand was too rough, while Ye Manman’s hand was unimaginably smooth.

He didn’t know what the two of them were doing now; all he knew was that he could only clench his teeth to barely keep from making a sound.

Under the covers, all the muscles in He Chen’s body began to bulge intensely as if to fight for mouthfuls of air, his eyes reddening as if about to cry.

Tiny beads of sweat, unable to remain in his body, began to pour out furiously, covering his forehead, neck, and back with a layer of sweat and even soaking his shirt.

Ye Manman, forcing herself to stave off wave after wave of drowsiness, mechanically moved her hand and squinted as she asked him.

"He Chen, does it feel good?"

Her breath sprayed on his chest, like a flame, nearly burning away all of He Chen’s rationality.

His forehead’s veins stood out, fists clenched tightly, yet he dared not answer her, afraid to open his mouth lest he makes a shocking sound.

Ye Manman was already at her limit, soon unable to resist the sleepiness overpowering her drunkenness.

Her eyelids were battling continuously, overwhelmed by the urge to sleep.

At this moment, He Chen’s breathing abruptly became extremely heavy and scorching, like flame blowing against her face, warming Ye Manman’s nearly closed eyelids, and she couldn’t control her strength.

He Chen’s eyes widened, and after a brief delay, his tense body suddenly relaxed, his gaze momentarily dazed and vacant.

Ye Manman blinked, smelling the scent diffusing under the blanket, furrowing her brow.

"He Chen, why are you so, ah..."

Wasn’t it supposed to be like this?

Ye Manman was utterly bewildered, unable to comprehend if this was normal.

He Chen was even more at a loss, his facial expression completely petrified.

What did he just do?

He just...

Panic and urgency began spreading, and He Chen suddenly felt afraid to look at her.

"I’m sorry."

He didn’t even know what was wrong with him.

Why he was so incapable.

It wasn’t like this before...

He wished to explain, yet didn’t know how.

And He Chen couldn’t understand; did this count as them being truly a couple?

But he hadn’t touched her; surely it shouldn’t count, right?

He was terribly flustered, having no one to teach him such things and terrified that Ye Manman would despise him for being useless, not daring to even glance at her.

Ye Manman poked his firm muscle, feeling utterly vexed.

He’s grown so big and muscled, how can he be so useless?

This is so frustrating as a beauty!

Frustration aside, Ye Manman was too exhausted to keep her eyes open.

She simply lay flat, instructing him.

"He Chen, you practice well tonight, I’m not helping you; do it yourself."

The flood of sleepiness crashed over like a tidal wave, and Ye Manman hadn’t even wiped her hands clean, yet she was already completely unable to open her eyes or move.

He Chen, hearing her words, turned his head dumbly.

"Wh-what?"

Unfortunately, Ye Manman had already fallen into sleep, unable to hear anything.

With the blanket dirty, He Chen, afraid of awkwardness and further discomfort if they slept like this, didn’t think much before quickly changing the blanket, and Ye Manman didn’t wake up at all.

Not daring to turn on the light, He Chen lit a candle and used its dim glow to carefully clean her hands and himself up.

Then he sat dazed on the bed, his face flushed, repeatedly pondering her last words.

What did she mean by that?