Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 251 Secret Play

Chapter 251: Chapter 251 Secret Play

Wei Juan’s cheeks flushed with embarrassment, turning as red as if she had applied high-quality rouge, spreading into an even pink across her entire face, her shyness instantly transformed into a look of pitiable sweetness.

She resembled a rose, blooming with vibrant life after being drenched in overnight rain.

"Can saliva really be used as a lubricant? But, isn’t that a bit dirty?" she stammered, her voice as faint as a mosquito’s buzz.

"What’s dirty about that? It’s normal; everyone does it," Yang Fan said with a laugh. "Hey, it really does seem a lot looser, what have you been up to lately?"

Wei Juan’s face reddened even further, stumbling over her words and finding herself unable to speak.

Seeing her like this, Yang Fan had a pretty good idea.

"Have you been playing with yourself secretly?"

Wei Juan responded in an extremely faint voice, "Is it really that obvious?"

"It’s not incredibly obvious, but I can feel it. Keep it up, and it won’t be long before you can take the punishment from me," Yang Fan said with a mischievous grin.

Wei Juan blushed and gently pursed her lips, turning her head away as she muttered, "Who wants to take your punishment? I certainly don’t."

"Ah ah... gently, gently."

Yang Fan’s fingers stirred noisily in that golden valley, splashing water all around, "Do you want it?"

"Ah ah ah... Yes, yes, I will take your punishment well," Wei Juan couldn’t help but moan softly.

In just a few moments, she was completely lost under the influence of Yang Fan’s fingers.

Wei Juan felt bewildered; the toys should have been more effective.

It usually took a while for her to feel anything with the toys, but with Yang Fan’s fingers inside her, she felt it right away.

"That’s more like it, to think you’d dare to refuse," Yang Fan said with a sly smile, slowing his movements. He slipped his left hand inside Wei Juan’s short sleeve, lifted her bra, and took hold of her pert, slightly sweaty breast.

Her outfit for the day was very girlish, a white short-sleeved top paired with a beige knee-length skirt.

Her face was naturally innocent, making her look like a college student fresh out of school. Dressed like this, she was nearly indistinguishable from a student, and probably one of the campus beauties, the kind that would be the center of attention at school.

"Fanzi, pull down my skirt, what if they come back... they’ll see," Wei Juan said with some concern.

But Yang Fan was not willing to let it go; watching her play was more satisfying.

"Let me watch; they’ll definitely make some noise today if they come back. We’ll be able to hear them," he said.

Wei Juan bit her lip and reluctantly gave in to Yang Fan, allowing him to examine and play with her most private part as if appraising a treasure.

"How can you be so enticing? You really look amazing," Yang Fan murmured as he continued his ministrations.

Although he couldn’t go any further, Wei Juan’s obedient cooperation provided him with a different kind of satisfaction.

"If you’re going to play, just play, stop mumbling," Wei Juan reproached lightly, her annoyance mixed with embarrassment. She was already feeling light-headed from the play; Yang Fan’s words made her want to burrow into the ground.

The contradictory sensations pulled her in every direction, leaving her in an indescribable discomfort.

Yang Fan chuckled, "We’re so familiar with each other, there’s nothing for you to be embarrassed about."

"Familiar or not, it’s still... still awkward," Wei Juan muttered.

"That’s about enough, isn’t it time I gave you some help?"

"Wait a minute, you haven’t totally lost control yet." Yang Fan looked up at Wei Juan with a mischievous smile, "Give me a kiss."

Embarrassed and like a petulant child, Wei Juan pouted her red lips, glanced at Yang Fan askance, and quickly ducked her head down to peck him once, "There, done."

"You’re really half-hearted about it," Yang Fan exclaimed.

Just then, a series of noisy sounds suddenly came from outside.

Wei Juan hastily pushed Yang Fan away and quickly pulled up the small underpants she had draped over her knees.

"Quick, your sister-in-law and the others are back."

Yang Fan listened carefully; it did indeed sound like they were returning.

"Take your time tidying up; I’ll go and stall them," said Yang Fan as he got up.

Wei Juan, however, stopped Yang Fan, "Why stop them? It will be even harder to explain if you do. I’m ready."

Yang Fan looked her over, "Your face is still a bit red."

Wei Juan took several deep breaths in succession, forcibly calming both her body and mind, "How about now?"

"Much better; you sit here for a while, I’ll go out and take a look," Yang Fan said after a quick inspection.

"Mhm."

When Yang Fan came out of the room and walked into the shop, sister-in-law and Yang Yuan were directing several workers who were unloading things.

A huge tea table, accompanied by several solid wood chairs, an office sofa, and a small side table—a cluttered mess of items.

"What are you all doing?" Yang Fan asked in shock.

He had thought they had sneaked out to do something secretive, but it turned out they had gone furniture shopping.

"Brother, since you’re now a boss, don’t you need to look the part first?" Yang Yuan said, shaking her loose braids and bouncing over.

"Clothes make the man, just as a saddle makes the horse. Even Buddhas are gilded. We need the essentials for doing business; you can’t skimp on these things, oh. Although I don’t know much about business, I wouldn’t enter a store that doesn’t have anything."

"My store isn’t for buying things; it’s for collecting things. What do we need all these things for?" Yang Fan said. "I think you two just have too much money to burn. Who bought them?"

Ye Tong said gently with a smile, "Xiao Yuan and I paid half each."

"But Xiao Yuan is right. Although you deal with collecting items, you can also sell a few things on the side; earning a bit extra is still earning. Besides, this place only had a cash register and a few chairs before—you can’t have customers come in and sit on hard stools, right?"

That was actually what Yang Fan had planned.

Even if it looked a bit shabby, it would minimize investment.

He had only so much capital. Saving a bit where he could, he figured if anything could be compromised on, then he’d just make do.

"I think you two really do have too much money to burn," said Yang Fan, shaking his head. "How much did you spend?"

"Top secret. Anyway, it wasn’t much," said Yang Yuan with a proud tilt of her little face and made a funny face at Yang Fan.

Yang Fan then looked in Ye Tong’s direction.

"Fanzi, do we need to split hairs like this?" Ye Tong asked softly.

Her words brought Yang Fan’s questioning to an abrupt halt, "I was just asking."

"Let’s not ask anymore," Ye Tong said with a faint smile.

Yang Fan: ...

However, that big tea table did look really nice.

In Xin’an, any shop that needed to sit down to discuss business, if it didn’t have a tea table, it would definitely be frowned upon.

But this thing wasn’t cheap at all; the cheapest ones would probably cost between one thousand and two thousand.

Yang Fan had planned to look for a second-hand one in the flea market when he had some free time, just to keep up appearances.

Now, sister-in-law and Yang Yuan had furnished the place for him in one fell swoop.