Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 169: Pretending to be Reserved

Chapter 169: Chapter 169: Pretending to be Reserved

Zhu Shanshan compromised.

After being played by Yang Fan like this, if she continued to pretend to be modest, it seemed a bit too much.

But after she pulled Yang Fan up, she still said, "Fanzi, although I’ve agreed, I still feel something’s not right about this... You did it without my consent, and I’m not even mad, which is good enough. You can’t push your luck, just play a bit, and don’t do anything else."

Yang Fan couldn’t help but laugh in his heart, thinking, you drugged me without my consent and dare to say it?

"Okay, just a bit of fun, nothing else," Yang Fan said earnestly.

Anyway, today’s setting wasn’t suitable for an all-out battle between the two of them.

"Then, that’s fine," Zhu Shanshan muttered and nodded, suddenly adding, "And, I’m doing this entirely because of our relationship, not because you... you poked your finger in, and I had no choice but to compromise."

Yang Fan quietly nodded.

He could see that, like Ye Tong, Zhu Shanshan cared a lot about her reputation.

However, their attitudes towards reputation were fundamentally different.

Ye Tong truly cared about her reputation and was somewhat conservative.

But Zhu Shanshan wanted to have fun, yet she wanted Yang Fan to think she wasn’t a frivolous woman.

"If it weren’t for you hinting a bit at this, I wouldn’t dare to make a move at all, I understand all of this," Yang Fan earnestly said, "Actually, I’ve had thoughts about you for a long time, but honestly, I didn’t dare to mess around."

"You’ve had thoughts about me all this time?" Zhu Shanshan was very surprised, her eyes full of incredulity.

Yang Fan nodded. "You are such a glamorous and mature woman, which man could resist after being in contact with you for a long time?"

Zhu Shanshan’s beautiful smile blossomed, her eyes brimming with joy.

Yang Fan’s compliment made her feel sweet inside, like eating a rich piece of wild honey—first sweetening the tongue, then spreading to the lungs, and even the recently fussed Golden Valley area felt a bit itchy.

She really wanted it...

But today was not the right place.

Although Sisi, that little wretch, had suggested she go up to the rooftop, she didn’t dare.

These kinds of things, even best friends shouldn’t talk about.

Also, she didn’t want to let Yang Fan succeed so quickly, else he would definitely think of her as an easy woman, the kind anyone could have.

"If you want to, then... come on, but you can only touch, don’t do anything else," Zhu Shanshan said, pushing out her chest at Yang Fan, her shy blush spreading like evening clouds instantly across her bashful face.

Yang Fan’s heart leaped for joy, finally, he could make a move.

Previously, when Zhu Shanshan drugged him twice, he had to pretend to be asleep, not daring to move even a finger, now Yang Fan truly felt like a wife who had become a mother-in-law.

He stretched out his hands nervously, lifting up Zhu Shanshan’s beige camisole.

Her outfit today was indeed a bit showy.

A mermaid skirt below, a belly-showing camisole above, and over it, a shirt that seemed more decorative than practical.

"Just touch inside, don’t lift up the clothes," Zhu Shanshan held Yang Fan’s hands, saying bashfully.

"But I want to see it. Such a beautiful thing; if you don’t let me have a look, I’ll feel suffocated inside," Yang Fan said.

His tone softened Zhu Shanshan’s attitude considerably, and she whispered, "Then, then okay, we’ll do it behind the door. You squat on the ground, that way if someone comes in, they won’t easily notice."

Yang Fan naturally agreed with enthusiasm.

No matter what excuses Zhu Shanshan was making now, as long as the deed was done, other problems wouldn’t count as problems at all.

Squatting behind Zhu Shanshan’s chair, Yang Fan extended his hands impatiently.

Lured by the beautiful sight of her golden valley, his entire body was about to explode.

Eagerly seeking some comfort to soothe the fierce flames burning inside him.

Lifting up the soft camisole, when those two hefty, full rounds swayed into his view, Yang Fan’s breathing involuntarily quickened; so white, so soft, and round as if drawn with a compass.

Yang Fan grabbed and kneaded heavily, pushing the two full mounds together and involuntarily bringing his mouth closer.

The enticing touch sent his blood racing to his head.

Inside, a voice seemed to be constantly shouting, push her down, take her hard!

"Fanzi, stop, this isn’t right..." Zhu Shanshan’s cheeks flushed red as she spoke urgently.

Yang Fan’s sucking ignited the fire within her body.

Amid intense feelings of embarrassment, those sensations became especially clear.

For some reason, having this incredibly private area shamefully placed over the back of a chair for Yang Fan to freely play with, and suck on gave Zhu Shanshan a thrill even more stimulating than the secretive touches they had shared before.

She even wanted to display her more private golden valley to Yang Fan for him to toy with.

Was I born a slut? Zhu Shanshan couldn’t help but think to herself.

Shocked by her thoughts, Zhu Shanshan quickly shook her head and reached out to stop Yang Fan.

"Fanzi, playing for a bit is enough; that’s enough now..."

Zhu Shanshan tried to quickly end this scene that brought her both shame and fascination.

But Yang Fan, holding onto those two mounds, absolutely refused to let go, his sucking making a squelching sound.

"Fanzi, that’s enough, let go. If you keep going like this, I’ll really get angry," Zhu Shanshan anxiously glanced at the door and said in a lowered voice.

"Then when will you let me have my fill?" Yang Fan asked, looking up.

It was clear by now that Zhu Shanshan was feigning modesty, so he had to take the initiative.

"Ah... this, this," Zhu Shanshan stammered, unsure of how to respond.

Yang Fan smirked and said, "If you don’t say, then I’m not letting go. After finally catching such an opportunity, how can I easily give it up?"

"Alright, alright, I agree, isn’t that enough? Anyway... it’s already like this. Some day when Old Zhou isn’t here, come to the shop, and I... I’ll let you have your fill, okay?" Zhu Shanshan’s cheeks were flushed, her voice as soft as a mosquito’s.

"Okay!" Yang Fan agreed very willingly.