Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 158: Special Habits

Chapter 158: Chapter 158: Special Habits

Wu Xuelan held the phone towards her, while her own body was fully facing Yang Fan.

The implication of this action was obvious.

With a seductive glance, Wu Xuelan’s fingers slowly traced her nightgown, pulling the loose pink nightgown down from her buttocks.

Bright moon was secretly peeping from the top of the willows, and in the dim courtyard, that smooth figure suddenly became whiter than the moon itself.

Yang Fan watched brazenly, even shifting a bit closer towards Wu Xuelan.

From the phone, Ding Wang’s gruff voice rang out again, "Holy shit, holy shit... Hey, holy shit..."

His education seemed unable to support a broader range of adjectives, as he blurted out countless "holy shit"s in one breath.

It seemed that only such a catch-all exclamation could convey his admiration for Wu Xuelan’s bare skin at that moment.

Yang Fan actually wanted to say it too.

At this moment, Wu Xuelan’s eyes were as enchanting as those of a real vixen, sending a rush of hot blood straight to his head.

Having just been through two rounds of battle, he was actually in a post-coital state as tranquil as a Buddha, but Wu Xuelan’s current appearance was too tempting. Her gaze, her demeanor, was like the first lotus flower springing from Green Lotus Pond, swaying gracefully, sparking an instant desire to pluck it and play with it to one’s heart’s content.

"Wife, panties, pull them aside, quickly pull them aside, let me see if you’ve started to get wet!" shouted Ding Wang, unable to restrain himself.

He really seemed desperate, his tone urgent.

"What wetness, I’ll just show you, alright!" yelled Wu Xuelan.

Although she was unrestrained in her response to Ding Wang, her eyes remained soft and seductive when looking at Yang Fan, and her movements didn’t stop.

Gently parting the green panties, Wu Xuelan looked straight at Yang Fan with hooked eyes, moistened her fingertips at her lips, then leaned back slightly, delicately playing with her barely noticeable strip.

Yang Fan’s breathing became somewhat eager. This woman, this appearance, was too much to handle!

"Wife, lower the phone a bit, I can’t see clearly. Yeah, yeah, like that... Holy shit, my wife is so fresh, I want to take a bite," Ding Wang shouted loudly from the phone, his voice filled with extreme excitement.

A strange feeling suddenly emerged in Yang’s heart.

"Put a finger in, pull it open a bit more, yeah... Yeah, yeah, holy shit, wife you’re amazing!" Ding Wang shouted loudly.

Yang Fan shifted closer to Wu Xuelan, then looked at her questioningly.

Only after Wu Xuelan nodded lightly did Yang Fan finally sit down with ease.

Previously, they were roughly ten paces apart.

From that distance, although Yang could see her, the light was dim, and he could not clearly make out the details.

Yet he worried about the movement of Wu Xuelan’s camera and felt a bit uneasy.

If Ding Wang saw him here, things would definitely turn sour.

"Do you like it?" asked Wu Xuelan, her eyes damp as she gazed straight at Yang Fan, a seductive smile on her lips.

At the moment, she angled the phone towards her belly, preventing Ding Wang from seeing her face, so her actions were almost brazen, her affection for Yang Fan not even slightly concealed in her eyes.

Wu Xuelan was asking Yang Fan this question, but Ding Wang, taking it for granted that she was addressing him, immediately said loudly, "It looks great, too great. It’s just a pity that I can’t get it... Honey, I have a tiny suggestion--do you fancy it?"

"What do you think? How long have you been away, you dog? I am not some nun who has escaped into religion; how could I possibly have no such thoughts? But rest assured, I’m not as casual as you, you bastard. I know for sure you’re out there finding other women. You’d better not let me catch you red-handed, or I swear I’ll castrate you," Wu Xuelan said with a cold snort.

Ding Wang chuckled lowly, "I haven’t got anything on the side, so you can be at ease. What I mean is, if you fancy it, why not find some good-looking guy to mess around with? Then, secretly record a video and let me have a look."

Wu Xuelan’s expression immediately turned cold, "Are you sick in the head? Getting turned on by letting other men touch me?"

"Well... I do have a bit of that fancy, isn’t it also to help alleviate your loneliness?" Ding Wang said.

"Piss off, don’t even watch, what the hell are you looking at!" Wu Xuelan cursed angrily, snapping the video call shut.

Yang Fan got a true education from this exchange.

Brother Ding and Ding Hai really were a pair of talents!

Their tastes were indeed quite extraordinary.

Initially, Yang Fan had thought Ding Wang was somewhat more normal, but after listening to his recent remarks, he suddenly felt that perhaps Ding Hai might be the relatively more normal one, since after all, sexual orientation is not something one can control.

But Ding Wang’s preference for other men touching his wife probably counted as a real issue.

"Listen to this bullshit this dog is spouting," Wu Xuelan complained to Yang Fan after flinging her phone aside.

Yang Fan lit a cigarette, a smirk on his lips, deliberately suggesting, "Since Brother Ding is so generous, you might as well satisfy him a bit. I can be your tool, do the deed, let him watch."

"Are you looking to die?" Wu Xuelan frowned at him, annoyed. "If he really wanted that, I’d find it a bit difficult, but perhaps it wouldn’t be impossible. But what if he’s found someone else outside and just uses this trick to divorce me afterward?"

"Although life isn’t so great, at least this guy delivers the living expenses on time every month."

"Actually, I think he might really have that kind of fetish!" Yang Fan said. "It seems like some people find it more exciting like that, the rougher and tougher the men their wives find, the more turned on they get."

"Sicko!" Wu Xuelan shook her head and cursed under her breath. Her gaze suddenly softened, and with a seductive smile, she said, "But the man I found is really quite tough, isn’t he? Making me feel like I’m dying and coming back to life every time."

Yang Fan glanced at Wu Xuelan’s panties that she had pushed to the side and suggested with a smile, "Why not take them all off? They’re kind of in the way."

"Oh? You already got me nearly swollen just now, and you still want to watch?" Wu Xuelan giggled.

"Who was it that intentionally aroused my interests? Since it’s been aroused, I’ve got to do the act fully!" Yang Fan said.

Wu Xuelan happily stripped off her emerald panties and asked with a coy smile, "But do you still have the energy to do it now?"

"You’ll know if I have any left if you try it. Continue," Yang Fan said.

He didn’t move closer to Wu Xuelan right away; he wanted her to keep playing for him to watch.

Just at that moment, Wu Xuelan’s phone rang again.

She glanced at it and hung up in an instant, "Annoying as hell. How can he have such disgusting tastes?"

In his heart, Yang thought it was her brother-in-law who was truly disgusting.

Although Ding Wang’s fetish was a problem, at least it wasn’t mentally distressing.