The Tender Beauty is Sweetly Doted in the 20th Century Novel!-Chapter 225 - 224: What If She Doesn’t Accept It?

After applying the soap, you have to scrub with your hands. Although it’s not the same as washing clothes, it’s just running your hands over it a couple of times, but even with a single touch, he felt especially nervous.

His heart was particularly excited, but he didn’t dare to speak.

He could only act according to both his own desire and her instructions.

At least with applying soap, there was soap in between, but now pure bathing was different.

He felt his nose getting a little hot again, with a sign of a nosebleed.

Getting a nosebleed at a time like this would be too embarrassing.

So he simply closed his eyes.

However, without visual stimuli, his sense of touch became even sharper, leading to even more vivid imaginations.

"Darling~"

"All done, time to rinse off, no need to wash anymore."

He Chen’s hands no longer had those hard calluses they once did. The remaining thin calluses neither scratched her skin nor felt tingly when touched.

Ye Manman’s voice had a slightly different tone, her body a bit soft.

She half-leaned against him, asking him to help rinse her off.

He Chen responded with a "Sure," then quickly and carefully helped her rinse off the soap suds and used a dry towel to wipe her down.

Returning to the bed alone, Ye Manman felt a little intoxicated again.

Listening to the sound of the water in the bathroom, thinking about everything that just happened inside, her cheeks reddened, her heart suddenly sped up.

A little anticipation...

He Chen showered quickly, mainly because he could hardly stand it any longer, so he showered faster than usual.

When he was just taking a shower with her, he felt both tormented and delighted, but thinking he’d soon be liberated, he was filled with anticipation.

He turned off the water, took a towel, and quickly dried off, eager to rush out but worried about startling her.

So he took several deep breaths, steadied his mindset, and walked out with a stable pace.

Unexpectedly, Ye Manman was lounging on the bed, her long, straight legs crossed, her slender arms supporting her head, looking at him with tender eyes.

This scene would cause anyone’s blood to surge and lose their reason.

He Chen was naturally no exception.

He quickened his steps to the bed, and without waiting for her to say anything, he held her cheeks and kissed her deeply.

...

When Ye Manman woke up in the morning, He Chen had already left.

She vaguely remembered him saying something to her before he left, kissing her while holding her, but she was too tired from the night before. He left at dawn, when she was in deep sleep, and she couldn’t remember what he said.

But that’s not important; the important things were said last night.

As usual, Ye Manman picked up the thermos on the bedside table and drank some warm water.

While unscrewing the lid, she suddenly noticed that the diamond ring was again on her ring finger.

She tried hard to recall; it seemed He Chen had put it on her.

She remembered that in her groggy state in the morning, He Chen seemed to have said he hoped she would wear the ring every day.

Thinking of his embarrassed yet hopeful expression when he said that, she lifted the corners of her mouth and raised her hand to look carefully. She hadn’t taken a detailed look at what the ring was really like last night.

This diamond ring seemed to be around one to two carats, a classic six-prong setting, with a smooth silver band, looking very clear and stylish overall.

It was her favorite type.

Moving her fingers, she felt the ring on her hand didn’t affect much, so she didn’t take it off.

Today’s speech competition, although a municipal-level event, was held at the Qing University auditorium.

There would be quite a few people for the preliminary round, so it would start quite early. Ye Manman didn’t laze around at home to catch up on sleep; she got ready and went to school right after washing up.

Because of the competition, today’s class was moved to the weekend. A few students had complaints, but most didn’t mind.

Those who neither attended the class nor participated in the competition mostly went to the library for self-study, while only a very few stayed in the dorm to sleep in.

Ye Manman thought she was early enough. After getting her breakfast at her usual spot and finishing it, she leisurely walked to the auditorium.

Unexpectedly, once inside, the place was already packed.

"Wow."

How grand!

Such a large auditorium, surely not everyone was here to compete?

If they were here to watch the speeches and took up all the seats, what would the late-arriving competitors like her do, stand and wait?

Would her legs not get sore by the time she was to speak?

Unresigned, she walked from the back to the front and finally saw several rows with the contestants’ names affixed to the seats.

The entire auditorium, aside from the empty judges’ seats at the very front, only had a few empty seats left for contestants who hadn’t arrived yet.

The rest were all filled to capacity.

Seeing this, she realized she was still relatively early, with about half the competitors not yet there. It took her a while to find her seat.

Sitting down, Ye Manman hadn’t even had time to relax when she suddenly felt an unmistakable gaze from her side.

Turning her head, she saw Ji Bowen’s sour face.

Not that his face naturally looked unpleasant, but rather he was currently in a very foul mood.

So foul it was as if she owed him millions.

The two of them were in the same class, with student numbers one and two next to each other, so participating in the speech contest naturally placed them together.

Of course, all the adjacent seats were filled with their classmates competing.

Ye Manman wasn’t very keen on talking to him, especially seeing him like this.

So she leaned back on her chair, closed her eyes, and started to nap.

This left Ji Bowen baffled.

He had originally mustered up the courage to fix his expression, intending to apologize and ask why she handed in the test early yesterday. Did she really finish everything?

But now, she’s refusing to engage, and he had no way to strike up a conversation.

So his face got even more sour as he turned his head and stared straight at a few students still setting up the stage, as if they were the ones who took his millions and beat him.

After yesterday’s exam, he’d come to realize a lot, understanding a bit why Ye Manman scored so high.

Last night, he chatted with Liao Yonghe for half an hour, finally realizing that regardless of viewing her as a competitor, if he’d done something wrong, he should apologize.

He wanted to apologize properly and make friends as Liao Yonghe suggested, but he’d never bowed his head or apologized to anyone before. Unlike Liao Yonghe, he wasn’t naturally amiable and talkative.

All his life, others had been the ones to apologize to him.

Now having missed several chances to apologize, he was clueless about what to do.

He was fretful, while next to him, Ye Manman, finding the seat too comfortable and being sleep-deprived, genuinely fell asleep.

Ji Bowen thought for a long while, nearly pulling out a handful of his hair in frustration.

With a difficult expression, he turned to look at Liao Yonghe in the back row, who had arrived early to secure a seat.

Liao Yonghe seemingly had eyes in the back of his head. Though leaning on his seat chatting with those behind, he suddenly turned around to look.

Liao Yonghe seemed aware Ji Bowen couldn’t start speaking, but worried leaving his seat might result in losing it to someone else, he stood gesturing to encourage him with silent mouthing, urging him to apologize while seated together.

Receiving his encouragement, Ji Bowen felt restless.

He glanced at Ye Manman sleeping beside him, losing heart once more.

What should he do? Blurt out an apology directly?

Or wake her first?

What if she didn’t accept his apology?