Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 147 Pretending to be Reserved

Chapter 147: Chapter 147 Pretending to be Reserved

Wu Xuelan described women like them as thirsty little wild wolves, and this time Yang Fan truly felt it.

Last time things were a bit bad, and Wu Xuelan didn’t completely let go.

But this time, it seemed like she finally released her true self.

Without any hesitation, after a brief kiss, she lifted Yang Fan’s short sleeve and fervently kissed his chest. Her delicate hand also slipped into Yang Fan’s trousers, tenderly comforting his restless little heart like a smooth, tender loach.

Wu Xuelan’s agile tongue traveled down from Yang Fan’s chest, undid his trousers, and indulged in swallowing ardently.

"Mm... mm... ah..."

Her captivating peach blossom eyes brimmed with wanton passion, hot and intense.

Yang Fan’s blood boiled in an instant.

This little mouth, truly comfortable.

He didn’t need to say anything, Wu Xuelan went on autopilot.

Her seductive eyes like silk, her hands and mouth coordinated exquisitely, sucking with exceptional earnestness, making Yang Fan feel somewhat heady within a moment.

This was the first woman Yang Fan had ever been with, and she actually held a special place in his heart.

Especially seeing her like this now, Yang Fan’s vanity was instantly gratified to an extreme degree.

Ding-dong.

Yang Fan’s phone suddenly rang.

He held Wu Xuelan’s head down while taking out his phone. The message was from an unfamiliar number.

"Fanzi, you haven’t been drinking alcohol or eating any weird stuff, have you?"

Yang Fan looked at this inexplicable text and was thoroughly confused.

Who is this?

"No," he replied carelessly and put his phone away.

But as soon as he did, the message alert tone rang again.

Yang Fan took out his phone and saw it was the same number again.

"Fanzi, I think you should seriously find a woman instead of setting your mind on those crooked ideas."

Yang Fan stared at the text for a long while, and suddenly a thought flashed through his mind.

Could this be Wu Xue Mei?

There weren’t many in the village who didn’t know his number, and it wouldn’t be strange for Wu Xue Mei to have it.

"I was just impulsive, just pretend I never said anything. If you keep going on about it, I might actually feel so embarrassed I’d want to hang myself from the southeast branch," Yang Fan typed and sent the message out.

This must be Wu Xue Mei.

"You’re at the age to be thinking about these things, I won’t blame you. That you thought of me is actually quite nice. If you said this to someone else, you’d definitely get into a lot of trouble, you little rascal spouting nonsense," Wu Xue Mei’s reply came back quickly.

Yang Fan looked at the message and felt somewhat withdrawn.

Indeed, not everyone was Wu Xuelan, and her perception didn’t represent everyone else.

This made future meetings quite awkward.

While Yang Fan was struggling with how to reply to this message, Wu Xue Mei sent another one, "Do you really want to?"

"You just said it, I’m at the age where I think about that kind of thing, so yes, I do want to. Maybe it’s the weather stirring restlessness, and I’m getting restless too," Yang Fan replied quickly, his excitement barely contained.

Although the message was brief, it conveyed quite a lot of information.

Wu Xue Mei seemed to actually be considering the idea.

"I was going to suggest you pay to get it sorted out, but those women can be dirty, with men going in and out all year round; you never know what disease they might give you. If you really want ’that’, then come over, I’ll help you out," she said.

It took Wu Xue Mei a good while to send back this message.

The clear text made Yang Fan’s heart race, nearly leaping into his throat.

Wu Xuelan had actually guessed right, this woman was just pretending to be coy.

"Your sister agreed," Yang Fan said joyfully, holding down Wu Xuelan, who was indulging in pleasure.

Wu Xuelan stopped and then scoffed disdainfully, "I told you so, she’s always been like this since we were kids, obviously wanting it but still pretending. Whenever I scored the good stuff, she’d curse and sulk."

"What do you think? Is it still a bad idea, little rascal? I’m talking from experience here; women understand women best. It’s not that you can’t get it, you just haven’t mastered the technique. With women like us, a little sweet talk, and you could have a new bride every day."

Now Yang Fan believed her.

But he definitely wouldn’t be so naive as to do this kind of thing again.

The success or failure of Wu Xuelan’s idea was all about having no shame and trying your luck.

"Let her wait, she didn’t agree right away, had to pretend to be demure. Now that I’m all eager, she suddenly says she agreed," Wu Xuelan bent down and resumed her actions, savoring a few moments before speaking, "Deal with me first, then go take care of her, and try to record a video or something, let me watch too."

Yang Fan nodded, saving these beautiful moments as a good habit.

As long as he didn’t act as foolishly as Chen Zhong.

Wu Xuelan stood up and dragged Yang Fan into the room.

After turning on the light, those dreamy, seductive eyes looked at Yang Fan with heated desire, "Do you want to go first, or should I?"

"Seeing how desperate you look, you should satisfy yourself first," Yang Fan said with a smile.

Wu Xuelan took off her long dress in a couple of swift movements, pushed Yang Fan down onto the bed, then straddled him with her long legs.

Her round, moist buttocks rubbed against Yang Fan’s waist; Wu Xuelan smirked seductively, "You’re right, I am thirsty, so thirsty it’s unbearable, in dire need of your fierce consolation."

Yang Fan reached out to grasp the bouncing fullness, kneading them forcefully, "Come on, let’s see if you’ve loosened up or tightened in these past few days?"

"Definitely tighter, you only had me once last time, and I haven’t done it again, so there’s no way I’ve loosened. Ever since you did it, I can’t stop thinking about you, how to get you to do it to me again," Wu Xuelan giggled, lifting her round buttocks slightly, shifting backwards, "Here I come."

"Mhm."

Gradually, the two became one.

Wu Xuelan placed her hands on Yang Fan’s chest, her face showing complete satisfaction.

While at it, Yang Fan reached for his phone that was aside, and replied to Wu Xue Mei’s message, "Are you serious?"

It took quite a while before Wu Xue Mei responded, "Come over later and we’ll talk. I guess you’re pretty trustworthy and must be really frustrated; otherwise, do you think you’d get this lucky?"

Yang Fan chuckled, accepting Wu Xue Mei’s assessment without concern, content with getting what he wanted.