CHAPTER 125: CHAPTER 124: GIFTED AND EXTRAORDINARY

She was somewhat surprised by He Chen’s sudden assertive attack, but more than anything, she felt shy.

Initially, because he was shy, Ye Manman could boldly pretend to tease him, but now that He Chen suddenly became so proactive, she felt a bit embarrassed again.

Their dynamic was like a seesaw.

When one mustered the courage, the other would become timid.

He Chen didn’t dare look Ye Manman in the eyes; when he closed his eyes, his eyelashes trembled slightly, but he really couldn’t control himself anymore.

Searching around, he finally found that enticingly fragrant candy.

Ye Manman had already eaten more than half of the candy, and with just a gentle bite, the remaining piece in He Chen’s mouth crumbled into a strong scent of sweet peach.

He Chen took a deep breath, starting to feel lost in the moment.

Ye Manman didn’t wake up until almost one in the afternoon.

In her mind, she dragged He Chen out and scolded him fiercely, suddenly regretting that she had taught him these things so early.

He Chen was simply not a normal person!

After messing around for most of the night, he even went to boil water for a bath, only for them to get caught up again before finishing, leaving her barely asleep only to be woken up again sometime later.

Ye Manman was utterly annoyed, kicking him and directly ordering him not to come back before falling asleep once more.

That sleep was indeed hard to come by!

In contrast, He Chen got up early, full of energy as if invigorated with adrenaline, making a plentiful lunch that included two soups — one sweet, one chicken.

Initially thinking that teaching him early would let her enjoy a blissful married life, indulging herself mentally occasionally, she didn’t expect him to be so naturally gifted, even surpassing those domineering CEOs in old novels.

Having read a few adult comics, he couldn’t wait to try every move in one night, as if the foolish guy who amused himself all night wasn’t him at all.

She sighed, glancing at the marks on her body again, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

"Oh? You’re awake?"

It seemed He Chen had been checking the room every now and then to see when she would wake, still full of energy.

Seeing her awake, he quickly brought two bowls of hot soup, sitting attentively by the bed looking at her, almost like a puppy wagging its tail.

"Would you like tremella soup or chicken soup? I’ll feed you."

He Chen’s eyes were bright, not at all like someone who had stayed up almost all night.

Moreover, his eyes were filled with an anticipation she could easily read, pitifully asking with a hopeful gaze if they might continue after eating.

Ye Manman was somewhat exasperated, rolling her eyes directly.

"Tremella soup."

Damn it!

Why was it that she was the one wanting to enjoy, yet now she was the one feeling utterly exhausted?

Frustrated, she almost wanted to kick the overly smug man in front of her, but hungry as she was, she decided to temporarily let it slide.

Anyway, before she’s rested, he shouldn’t even think about touching her again.

Unbeknownst to him, He Chen was already temporarily relegated to cold storage. He remained utterly enthusiastic, feeding her soup, mixing hot water for her to wash, attentively helping her apply face cream, even proactively assisting her in dressing.

Ye Manman felt too exhausted to move, happily accepting his attentive care, letting him help her.

Unexpectedly, as he dressed her, the clothes seemed to become fewer and fewer.

"Manman, I"

He Chen’s breathing was obviously disrupted, his eyes brightly lit like a starving dog catching a whiff of meat, practically drooling with anticipation.

"No way! You can’t touch me again for the next few days! I’m exhausted!"

Ye Manman resolutely interrupted his request, firmly taking the clothes from his hand and dressing herself.

She still felt uncomfortable, her whole body was sore, particularly the overused parts.

"Aren’t you aware of your own build and stamina?"

Taking a few uncomfortable steps, Ye Manman frowned, putting her hand on his shoulder.

"Carry me to eat."

Seeing her obviously uncomfortable, all of He Chen’s wandering thoughts instantly vanished, and he gently picked her up, quickly striding to the dining table and letting her wait a moment.

Ye Manman didn’t know why, turning her head, she saw He Chen quickly fetch a cushion she’d never seen before.

It looked new.

"You made this?"

With He Chen’s support, she slowly sat down, feeling less discomfort than before, and the frown on Ye Manman’s forehead eased considerably.

"Yes, yes, I made it this morning, I read in a book that girls tend to feel uncomfortable the day after marriage, so I thought I’d make you a softer cushion. The car seat was too hard, not convenient, but this one’s softer."

He added a lot of cotton, stitched two layers, finally satisfied when it could almost serve as a pillow.

Reflecting on his earlier expressions and actions, He Chen suddenly felt extremely guilty. He squatted down, sincerely apologizing.

"I’m sorry, Manman, I lost my head a while ago, I promise I won’t do it again. Relax, just take good care of yourself in the coming days."

"I, next time, I’ll be gentler."

Recalling last night, both felt a bit shy, He Chen squatted beside her, quietly reaching for her leg.

"Shall I, massage it for you?"

"Whenever I’ve done heavy labor, I would always massage my legs, then they wouldn’t feel so sore."

Ye Manman glanced at him, softly humming in agreement.

Enjoying such masterful service and a table full of her favorite dishes, the remaining dissatisfaction in Ye Manman’s heart dissipated as she savored the food.

The following few days went comfortably.

To ensure she recuperates well, He Chen not only played the role of an ideal warming sack each night, keeping his promise not to touch her even if he had to bite his cheek, but he also offered meticulous care during the day.

Whatever delicacy, flower, or wild fruit she wished for, regardless of whether it could be found on the mountain, He Chen would comb the entire mountain to bring it home if needed.

Every day, fresh plum blossoms adorned the vases, pleasing to the eye, and she could enjoy wild hawthorn and dates, incredibly leisurely.

Due to their extreme tartness, she taught He Chen how to make candied hawthorn and sugar-coated hawthorn balls.

Candied hawthorn could be bought on the market, but the snow-white-coated hawthorn balls He Chen had never seen before, and their taste was magnificent and utterly different in texture from candied hawthorn.

If not for the hawthorn having such limited supply channels, he would have thought about selling them at the store.