Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 152: A Brief Taste

Chapter 152: Chapter 152: A Brief Taste

Facing Yang Fan’s earnest proposal, Wu Xue Mei’s face was filled with conflict, as the tension that had just subsided once again enveloped her cheeks, tender and pink like peach blossoms in March.

"Fanzi, let’s just do it normally," Wu Xue Mei said shyly and nervously.

Merely looking at the intertwined silhouettes on Yang Fan’s phone made her so panicked that she almost lost her mind, let alone doing it with Yang Fan. Just thinking about it made her feel extremely uncomfortable, causing even her hairs to stand on end.

"Just try it a little, Sister Wu, it will definitely feel very comfortable," Yang Fan persuaded.

While this woman didn’t evoke an intense desire to conquer like Wu Xuelan did,

she did present a kind of pleasure in training her.

Seeing that Yang Fan was insistent, Wu Xue Mei bit her lip and nodded weakly, "Then, alright then."

"We’ll just follow what they do on the phone, how they do it, we’ll do it that way, okay?" Yang Fan said with a smile.

Wu Xue Mei, extremely shy, looked at Yang Fan’s phone and nodded.

Yang Fan pulled the progress bar to the beginning and set it aside, embracing Wu Xue Mei with a smile and saying, "Then I’m going to kiss you now, don’t clench your teeth too hard, I almost thought you were going to back out at the last moment just now."

Wu Xue Mei was so shy she almost buried her chin directly into her ample bosom. She nodded lightly, the motion so slight it was as if she hadn’t moved at all.

Yang Fan turned his head and leaned over to kiss Wu Xue Mei’s sweet and sticky lips once again.

This time, Wu Xue Mei’s teeth not only did not hinder him but were also wide open.

Wu Xue Mei was indeed cooperating.

Looking at her, Yang Fan couldn’t help but chuckle.

This didn’t resemble a woman seasoned by numerous experiences at all; some girls probably knew more than her.

Yang Fan aggressively claimed her, grabbing and kneading her soft fullness, occasionally pinching the erect little nubs gently.

Having been with several women, Yang Fan realized this area must be the most sensitive spot on a woman.

"Mmm... mmm..."

Soft moans began to emerge from Wu Xue Mei’s mouth, still very faint.

Faint like a mosquito that had just flown past the ear.

In the midst of Yang Fan’s aggressive kissing, she finally learned to take a little initiative.

However, her initiative was more like an exploration.

Her tongue was so stiff she still didn’t know how to respond, just sucking on his lips occasionally.

Yang Fan’s hand left the soft fullness and slipped into her waistband.

"Don’t clench your legs so tight." After his hand was blocked again, Yang Fan had no choice but to say.

Wu Xue Mei carefully relaxed a bit, barely enough to let Yang Fan’s hand squeeze in.

But that was enough; at least it was progress.

After Yang Fan’s hand had smoothly slid in, he began to gently rub it.

For a woman who, although experienced, had never encountered this kind of play, Yang Fan’s first goal was to make her comfortable first. If she was comfortable, then he could be comfortable; he couldn’t be rash.

If it had been Gao Lanlan, Yang Fan wouldn’t just be rubbing gently—he would have wanted to punch in.

That woman’s cravings were so intense, she cared about nothing.

"Mmm..."

Wu Xue Mei’s moans gradually gained some strength.

Probably due to extreme nervousness, her rainforest was not very moist, like a light rain that barely covered the dust on the ground.

Yang Fan found that third sensitive spot, his fingers sometimes circling, sometimes tugging up and down, starting to rub and knead.

Wu Xue Mei suddenly squeezed her legs together, her eyes quietly misted with confusion.

"Mmm... ah..."

Her low moaning gradually turned urgent.

Probably because the reaction in her body was too intense, she had no time to respond modestly to Yang Fan’s kisses.

Seeing this, Yang Fan broke away from Wu Xue Mei’s damp lips, lifted her top, and bit down.

Her shape was lovely, like two sharp melons, still tinged with a trace of pink.

"Ah..."

As soon as Yang Fan’s mouth touched her, with only a gentle suck or two, Wu Xue Mei suddenly tightened her hold around Yang Fan’s neck, letting out a sharp cry. Her legs instantly stiffened, and her toes clawed tightly.

Yang Fan, head buried, ravished her passionately, attacking from above and below.

"Ah ah ah... Fanzi, wait, wait, I... I feel something’s not right," Wu Xue Mei moaned.

Yang Fan knew what she meant by something not being right, but he didn’t care.

If nothing went wrong, it was the nearly two-year-closed gate that he had opened.

Seeing Yang Fan had not stopped, his fingers still tentatively probing at her private place, Wu Xue Mei suddenly sat up, panting close to Yang Fan’s ear, "Fanzi, come inside."

"Sister Wu, we haven’t tried it yet," Yang Fan said with a wicked smile, "We’re just getting started."

"Can we try later? I... I’m feeling terrible, I want... I want you," Wu Xue Mei, seemingly embarrassed to speak, mustered her courage after a while.

"Do you really want it?" Yang Fan teased.

"...Yes." Wu Xue Mei looked pitifully at Yang Fan and quickly nodded twice.

That shy gaze, filled with a hint of anticipation, almost pulled Yang Fan entirely into her.

This woman might not have the best body, but her eyes were incredibly seductive.

Yang Fan placed Wu Xue Mei on the bed and yanked down her black pants.

Delicate grasses, like fallen wheat stalks, carried droplets of dew, glistening wetly.

The grass was sparse and seemed malnourished, truly like a long-abandoned field.

Yang Fan admired the sight as he quickly disarmed himself.

"Spread your legs a bit more, or I might leave," Yang Fan said with a sly smile.

As soon as her pants were off, Wu Xue Mei’s legs snapped almost tightly closed.

Wu Xue Mei shyly rolled her eyes and parted her legs slightly.

"Open wider, as wide as you can. That tiny gap is only enough for flies to go through," Yang Fan said.

Blushing with annoyance, Wu Xue Mei pouted her lips, hesitated for a moment, then turned her head and spread her legs widely.

"Such a beautiful place, and you still hide it," Yang Fan said as he sat beside Wu Xue Mei, his palm gently caressing and exploring.

The golden valley, rippling with droplets of moisture, didn’t seem as if it had seen much action.

There were some signs of time, but only along the edges.

"If you don’t come soon, I might not let you,"

Feeling Yang Fan’s hand still playing wildly, Wu Xue Mei breathed rapidly, saying in a huff.