Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 238: Change Every Three Years

Chapter 238: Chapter 238: Change Every Three Years

Yang Fan and Pan Xiaoxia, while sparring with each other and probing, walked into the restaurant named simply "Restaurant."

By now, it was past mealtime, and the evening rush hadn’t started yet.

The restaurant was very quiet, with ceiling fans whirring overhead, and two waiters were sprawled across tables, sleeping.

Hearing someone enter, a round-faced girl lifted her head from behind the bar.

"Do you have private rooms? Please open one for us," Yang Fan said.

"Yes!"

Upon hearing this, Pan Xiaoxia immediately blushed and said, "Why sit in a private room? The main hall is fine. We’re just having a quick bite."

"The thing we’re discussing, it wouldn’t be good if others heard it," Yang Fan said leisurely.

"What more is there to talk about? It’s just this," Pan Xiaoxia muttered.

But she didn’t insist any further.

Yang Fan smiled, nodded toward the waiter, and said, "Take us to the private room, please."

"This way, please."

Following the waiter, Yang Fan and Pan Xiaoxia sat down in a small private room.

Although she had come in, Pan Xiaoxia was still somewhat awkward, looking extremely reluctant.

"Would you like to look at the menu?" asked the waiter, dressed in uniform pink attire, politely.

Yang Fan gave Pan Xiaoxia the right to choose the dishes.

Pan Xiaoxia pushed the menu away and said directly, "Just bring whatever you think is appropriate, enough for two."

"Alright, please wait a moment."

The waiter went out and also closed the door of the private room behind him.

Inside this confined space, as a man and a woman sat across from each other, the atmosphere gradually became more subtle.

It seemed as though there were some emotions indescribable with words, roaming between the two of them.

"Didn’t you want to say something? Go on," Pan Xiaoxia was the first to break the silence and asked.

Yang Fan was actually also phrasing his thoughts.

On the way here, Pan Xiaoxia had hinted at treating that incident as a misunderstanding.

It seemed she had no intention of developing any further entanglements with Yang Fan.

Yang Fan smiled and said, "Okay, let me first ask you a question. If, and I mean if, I hadn’t controlled myself and forced you to do that something, what would you have done?"

"What else could I have done, I would definitely have killed you!" Pan Xiaoxia said, "As for that previous thing, pretend it never happened."

She had also actively cooperated before, so it couldn’t really be said that Yang Fan forced her into anything.

Yang Fan seriously nodded, "Three years, feels almost acceptable..."

Pan Xiaoxia’s eyes suddenly widened, "What are you talking about?"

"Nothing," Yang Fan shook his head and said, "But, I’m still saying if, if I forced you to do that something several more times, could you possibly change your mind? Like, every three years or so."

Pan Xiaoxia was stunned, her fair cheeks tinted with a flush of delicate pink mixed with annoyance.

"Do you mean you’d rather go in for three years, just to have your way with me?"

Yang Fan smiled warmly, "Pretty much that’s what I mean, I feel like it’s kind of worth it."

Saying this, he stood up from his place and moved behind Pan Xiaoxia.

"You, what are you doing? Don’t mess around!" Pan Xiaoxia immediately said nervously.

"I’m not messing around, I’m just trying to seize the opportunity. There’s an old saying, ’With enough effort, even an iron bar can be ground into a needle.’ If I spend another eleven or twelve years, you might change your mind, right?" Yang Fan hugged Pan Xiaoxia from behind, his hands directly targeting that trembling pair of fullness.

Pan Xiaoxia nervously hurried to push Yang Fan’s hands away.

But with her petite frame, how could she compete in strength with Yang Fan?

Even though she exerted all her strength, Yang Fan’s hands still firmly grasped those two mounds and began to knead them.

"Are you out of your mind, with that face, do you really need to worry about finding a woman? Why are you insisting on bothering a married woman like me? Let go," Pan Xiaoxia said, her cheeks flushing red, her voice tinged with panic.

Yang Fan actually did let go with one hand.

But he did not stop.

Instead, he went straight for the lower path, lifted Pan Xiaoxia’s skirt, and thrust his hand inside her panties that still had a sanitary napkin, gripping that still somewhat sticky and wet part of Golden Valley.

"Ah!"

Pan Xiaoxia screamed, suddenly biting into Yang Fan’s arm.

The bite was so forceful that it made Yang Fan’s face twitch with pain.

But he did not let go; instead, he pushed deeper.

In the absence of arousal, the area of Golden Valley was relatively dry; he dared not force his way in.

"How about you cooperate a bit, and after it’s over, you can settle the score with me?" Yang Fan whispered in Pan Xiaoxia’s ear.

These words were, of course, just his way of joking and testing her; he never really considered using three years of his life just to have Pan Xiaoxia once.

Even though Pan Xiaoxia was as tempting as a premium juicy peach, trading his three years for her was definitely a loss.

Yang Fan felt that Pan Xiaoxia’s words were not that firm, and it seemed she might also be somewhat interested in continuing with him, which is why he did this.

He prepared to use this method to test Pan Xiaoxia’s limits.

If she turned against him, Yang Fan would stop immediately.

Pan Xiaoxia, face full of embarrassment and annoyance, yelled, "I’ll cooperate with your grandpa, let go! Otherwise, I’ll twist your head off and use it as a chamber pot, you little bastard, you’re getting addicted, aren’t you?"

Yang Fan was stunned.

What the heck!

How could such a gorgeous and tempting young woman, when she opens her mouth, give off such a strong rough vibe?

"Yes, I’m addicted, so addicted that I can’t stop myself," Yang Fan said, "The time just now in the car, I really regretted it, regretted not being able to properly feel your charm and not being able to fully understand your details, and now it’s all I can think about."

"To hell with you, do you believe if I said I’d bite off two ounces of your flesh?" Pan Xiaoxia shouted fiercely.

Yang Fan, completely infatuated, seriously said, "It’s okay, go ahead. Two ounces of flesh compared to three years should be quite light, and if you’re willing to cooperate, I’m willing to throw in an extra two ounces."

"You’re actually seriously sick," Pan Xiaoxia yelled angrily, "Am I really that great?"

"Uh-huh." Yang Fan’s answer was extremely affirmative, "If you weren’t great, why would I bother trading three years for this? I still care quite a bit about my own future, but faced with you, who makes me unable to stop myself, who cares about the future—let it go."

"Also, it seems you’re already wet... Listen, it’s squishing."

Pan Xiaoxia was indeed already wet; the moisture silently spread to Yang Fan’s fingers.

"Get lost, so I’m wet, what’s the big deal? Just let go already, or I really will bite you to death," Pan Xiaoxia shouted, her teeth clenching even harder.

But Yang Fan not only did not let go, he even proceeded to unbutton his own pants.

Disarming himself, he turned Pan Xiaoxia’s chair around, grabbed her right leg, and lifted it up.

"I’m telling you, don’t mess around, ah... don’t!"