Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 192: A Taste is Enough

Chapter 192: Chapter 192: A Taste is Enough

Yang Fan had a taste of stopping after a sip or two on Wei Juan’s body.

Because he simply couldn’t penetrate!

If it had been a size several notches smaller than Yang Fan’s, Wei Juan would have already been fully engaged in sex by now.

But with Yang Fan, it didn’t work out.

Even if Wei Juan endured a bit of pain, she could only barely get a bit in.

And that bit was completely negligible.

However, compared to before, Wei Juan had indeed loosened up quite a bit, at least now a little could get in.

There was still a lot of hope.

Today, Wei Juan was all excited to give Yang Fan a little surprise, but after trying for a while, the corners of her mouth drooped, "I thought I was ready, but it looks like I’ll still need to visit the hospital."

"No need, I think you’re making quick progress, it shouldn’t take many more times," Yang Fan advised.

"If you were to get cut again, you’d probably need two to three months of recovery, not to mention it’s better to heal naturally."

Wei Juan nodded, "That makes sense, let’s wait then."

"In the meantime, I’ll work harder to open you up as soon as possible," Yang Fan said with a mischievous smile.

Wei Juan blushed, her eyes sparkling with damp seductiveness, biting her lower lip, she nodded gently.

After struggling with Yang Fan a few times like this, she had actually become quite looking forward to that act.

Just using her mouth was already so pleasurable, she wanted to experience what being penetrated deeper would feel like.

In fact, these past few days, she had also been diligently trying in private, even sneakily buying a small toy.

But now it seemed, the toy was not as effective as Yang Fan’s mouth and fingers.

After cleaning up the "battlefield" for Yang Fan, Wei Juan got dressed, her eyes filled with heavy shyness, and she whispered to Yang Fan, "Then I’ll head back to my room first, your house has been bustling these past few days, I don’t dare to stay too long."

"I was just thinking you shouldn’t go back tonight, let’s get up early in the morning," Yang Fan said.

Wei Juan pointed to Yang Fan’s room door, which didn’t even have a bolt, and whispered, "You want to get caught red-handed? Once I’ve sorted things out at mine tomorrow, you... can take your time coming back, as long as you have a good enough reason to explain to your Little Mother and sister-in-law."

Yang Fan nodded, "Alright then."

Wei Juan gave a flirtatious smile, checked her clothes once more, and then sneaked out of Yang Fan’s room.

After all this commotion, Yang Fan finally felt sleepy.

...

The next day.

It was another day bathed in brilliant sunshine.

Yang Fan left home early on his tricycle; these days he couldn’t afford to slack off.

He had to take advantage of the price surge of Codonopsis and astragalus root, to gather as much as he could.

On the way, he called Old Zhou to check on the market prices for the day.

Without much surprise, the price of Codonopsis had dropped by five yuan.

But even with a five yuan drop, Yang Fan’s profit margin was still substantial, worth risking it all for another day.

It was just past nine in the morning, and Yang Fan’s vehicle was already loaded with a full cargo.

As he was hurrying down the road with his load, he suddenly received a phone call that caught him a little off guard.

"Uncle Wang, don’t tell me you still have some goods hidden away?" Yang Fan pulled over his tricycle, laughing as he asked.

Although he was close with Uncle Wang, the old man usually called only if he had something to sell or to ask Yang Fan about market pricing.

Beyond these two reasons, he hardly ever made a call.

And the call today might even be one to reproach him.

After all, yesterday’s pricing was a bit outrageous; although Yang Fan had offered him a higher price than what Old Zhou would give to outsiders, it was still lower than what he’d get directly at the Herb Market.

Perhaps Uncle Wang had heard some news and was ready to have a discussion with him.

In business, it’s often like this. Some farmers expect the likes of him, who collect mountain produce, to make nothing at all, which they think is fair and reasonable.

However, in their previous dealings, whatever Yang Fan made was basically transparent and the difference in price usually didn’t exceed one yuan. Uncle Wang was quite understanding, knowing that Yang Fan needed to make his run worthwhile, so he usually sold to him.

It was just this one time that the price increase was a bit too fierce, which Yang Fan didn’t openly disclose.

"Brother Fanzi, it’s me..." A girl’s voice came through on the phone.

Yang Fan looked slightly stunned.

It was actually Wang Zhaodi.

"You... are you back home?" Yang Fan asked in surprise.

"Yeah," Wang Zhaodi replied softly, "I came back last night, and I also followed your advice and reported to the police. The police station is handling it. They just called me and said they’ve found the person; I don’t need to repay the money now."

Yang Fan couldn’t help but express his astonishment, "That quick?"

"It seems like it wasn’t just me who filed a report, there were some other people too. When I filed my report, they were already dealing with the case, so it was resolved a bit faster," Wang Zhaodi explained with a soft and gentle voice.

"Brother Fanzi, thank you, if it hadn’t been for your suggestion, I might already be one foot into the Abyss."

"That suggestion of mine was honestly just stating the obvious, you just hadn’t thought of it yourself," Yang Fan responded.

A normal person experiencing such a situation would definitely think to involve the police.

But not Wang Zhaodi; instead of seeking legal help, she contemplated various foolish schemes to become a criminal herself, without a single thought to seeking legal assistance. This girl seemed to grow in size but not in brainpower.

"Exactly because I didn’t think of it, I’m even more grateful to you, Brother Fanzi," Wang Zhaodi said sincerely. "Though it might seem like a casual remark to you, you genuinely pulled me out of that Abyss."

"Brother Fanzi, are you free to come over for a meal today? My dad has gone up to the mountains, and I’ll cook for you."

Yang Fan was taken aback. Was she implying something?

Recalling how she had slumped over the toilet the night before, Yang Fan did feel a slight stirring of interest.

Her delicate body was indeed quite tempting.

Since it had already happened once, there was nothing left to be shy about.

But he really didn’t have the time today.

"I really can’t today; I’m quite busy. Let’s reschedule," Yang Fan said with a hint of regret.

Wang Zhaodi sounded a bit down suddenly, as she weakly replied, "Alright then, I’ll send you my personal number later. You can save it, Brother Fanzi, and call me whenever you’re free."

"Alright," Yang Fan agreed readily.

If it weren’t for his busy schedule today, he would have definitely wanted to relish her tenderness once more.

"By the way, Brother Fanzi, you frequent the Herb Market; you must have heard of Tian Gaofei, right? He seems to be involved with this case. You probably shouldn’t sell to him anymore to avoid getting tricked," Wang Zhaodi mentioned, and then chuckled a bit before explaining, "I’m just giving you a heads-up, but you probably have your own judgment, so it’s like I’m speaking out of turn."