He Chen didn't know what had gotten into him; he was particularly daring today, daring enough to secretly kiss Ye Manman while she was asleep.
Her lips were soft and elastic, and her gentle breathing filled He Chen's nostrils entirely. The sweet and fragrant scent of a young girl made him obsessed, like a silly fool who couldn't stop sniffing.
He was usually physically strong, but the prolonged plank pose along with the extreme tension of his mind made He Chen gradually sweat a lot.
At first, it was a thin layer of sweat, quickly converging with his increasingly bold actions, turning into large beads of sweat streaming down from his forehead to his face. He feared that his sweat would drip onto Ye Manman's face, so he simply wiped it off on his sleeves by tilting his head.
But this was in vain; the bolder his actions, the more tense he became, and the more he sweated. Soon, the sweat flowed down his cheeks, passed by his rolling Adam's apple, and flowed to his chest.
