Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 258 A God-given Opportunity

Chapter 258: Chapter 258 A God-given Opportunity

Is there such a thing as monsters in this world?

Yang Fan didn’t know.

But this peach tree, well, it did seem somewhat abnormal.

Peach trees aren’t known for their particularly strong vitality, but this one was quite the exception, having survived so many lightning strikes that its main trunk was cracked open like chapped lips. Yet at its crown, it remained lush with foliage and, believe it or not, even bore a few peaches.

Totally out of line!

Swinging his chainsaw, Yang Fan cut down a meter-long piece of the trunk.

He examined it in his hands, and his brows furrowed suddenly. "This fragrance... it’s actually coming from this?"

"How can peach wood have this kind of fragrance?" Ye Tong clutched Yang Fan’s arm tightly and asked in amazement.

Yang Fan shook his head, "I don’t know about that, but considering the tree survived so many lightning strikes and still flourishes, having an abnormal scent seems almost normal. Maybe it thinks it’s a flower?"

"Uh..." Ye Tong looked at Yang Fan confusedly, "Why would you have such a weird idea?"

"The primary scent clearly has a hint of orchid, and there’s a sweet note too, oh right, the sweetness of a peach." Yang Fan couldn’t help but laugh. "Now that I say it, it sounds pretty normal, doesn’t it? A peach with the fragrance of an orchid."

"It makes sense that a peach would smell like this, but you’re holding peach wood, big brother." Ye Tong said, speechless.

"It comes from the same root!" Yang Fan chuckled.

Ye Tong pulled at Yang Fan, "Now that you’ve cut down the trunk, let’s hurry back. The more you talk, the more uneasy I feel."

"Alright, let’s go. Sister-in-law, you’re so soft," Yang Fan said with a grin, his smile stretching almost to his ears.

Ye Tong’s cheeks turned subtly red, she spat lightly and rolled her eyes, tugging Yang Fan down the mountain, "Talk nonsense again, and tonight’s plans are off!"

"No, no, no, sister-in-law, I was wrong," Yang Fan said right away.

His apology was smooth as silk.

Despite her words, Ye Tong didn’t let go of Yang Fan’s arm, instead gripping it tightly, pressing Yang Fan’s arm deep into her pert, full breasts, which made Yang Fan feel as if he were almost floating as he walked.

By the time they got home, it had turned completely dark.

Ye Tong went to prepare dinner, while Yang Fan cut the peach wood into three sections.

He planned to take one piece to test the waters with Fan Sisi, keeping the rest at home to see what to do with them later on.

Dinner was comparatively simple: one meat dish, one vegetable dish, and white rice.

Just as Yang Fan was about to ask why there was no dinner prepared for Little Mother and the others, Ye Tong spoke up first, "Little Mother called earlier, said they’d sleep over at the shop tonight and won’t be coming back."

"Little Mother works too hard. The three of them could fit on that bed, but isn’t it a bit cramped?" Yang Fan couldn’t help but smile. He owned a shop, and yet the women at home were more invested in it than he was.

"If they’re happy to squeeze in, let them be," Ye Tong said with a smile. "Besides, isn’t there a sofa? I think with this weather, sleeping on the sofa would be more comfortable than cramming together on a bed."

"Sister-in-law, does this mean it’s just the two of us at home today?" Yang Fan asked with a mischievous grin, wrapping his arms around Ye Tong from behind, his hands daringly making their way under her collar.

A once-in-a-lifetime opportunity not to be missed. If he didn’t make the most of it, it would surely be an affront to heaven.

Ye Tong slapped away Yang Fan’s hands and said shyly, "Hurry up and eat. So what if it’s just the two of us? Don’t mess around!"

Yang Fan laughed, "Just the two of us means it’s convenient! Sister-in-law, let me touch you a bit, I can’t hold back."

"Do you want to eat, or do you want to touch me?" Ye Tong raised an eyebrow, tilting her head up to look at Yang Fan.

Her cheeks were a rosy white, tempting as peach blossoms, and her eyes seemed to mist over with layers of moisture, shining like stars.

"Both!" Yang Fan stated emphatically. "But developing our relationship is more important. I can skip dinner, but this, this I can’t miss. With such a perfect opportunity, I don’t want to waste a single minute."

Ye Tong glanced at Yang Fan sideways, annoyance tinged her voice, "You’ve become quite the rogue now, haven’t you? A little touch is enough, all right? If the food gets cold, I’m not reheating it for you. You’ll have to figure it out yourself."

"If it’s cold, I’ll just eat it cold!" Yang Fan said as his hand lifted the collar of Ye Tong’s clothing and slid inside.

The pair of perky, full breasts were enveloped in a thin, pink cover, forming a seamless whole, like a pure white flower wrapped in a pink calyx, so tender and flawless it seemed without a single blemish.

Yang Fan couldn’t wait to lift that pink cover.

As the calyx peeled away, the complete shape of the flower was exposed.

Pure and immaculate fullness, with a slightly indented pink bud adorning it gently.

Yang Fan couldn’t help but playfully flick it with his finger, and while the tender flower showed no difference, Ye Tong’s body quivered quietly, and a hazy look began to appear in her eyes.

"Don’t move around!" her voice trembled softly.

Having already grasped it in hand, asking him not to move was utterly impossible.

He didn’t just want to move; he even wanted to use his mouth.

However, his hand had entered from the neckline, and the clothing restricted his actions somewhat, making it difficult to play freely.

"Sister-in-law, why don’t we lift up the clothes a bit?" Yang Fan suggested.

Ye Tong glared at Yang Fan in embarrassed annoyance, "You bad guy, are you really not going to eat?"

"I will, after a while," Yang Fan said with a playful smile.

Eating was not as important as playing with his sister-in-law.

He was still very clear about his priorities.

Ye Tong sighed helplessly, lifted her short-sleeved shirt, and turned her head to give Yang Fan a warning look.

Her fierce yet yielding demeanor almost made Yang Fan burst into laughter.

Sister-in-law was getting cuter by the day.

Lifting the cover, Yang Fan grabbed the right side with his right hand and went straight to the fullness on the left with his mouth.

That delicate little red bean, as it was sucked into his mouth, brought along a faint fragrance that entered his nostrils.

The scent was reminiscent of orchids and musk, mingled with a hint of laundry soap.

Yang Fan sucked vigorously, making noisy slurping sounds as he teased her.

Ye Tong raised her arm to circle Yang Fan’s neck, lifting her graceful neck while uttering a soft moan.

"Mmm..."

That sound, like a whisper from the edge of the sky, melodious and ethereal, instantly sent a surge of heat through Yang Fan’s body, putting his tent-pitched trousers at the risk of bursting open.

Sucking and playing with her.

That tiny red bean, under the caress of Yang Fan’s tongue, gradually became harder.

The orchid-like scent intensified suddenly.

"Mmm mmm..."

Ye Tong bit her rosy lips, her eyelids drooped slightly, and her long eyelashes trembled rapidly.

Her slender, straight legs pressed tightly together, her buttocks twisting restlessly.

The most sensitive switch in her body had been flipped by Yang Fan, and she felt as if her body had caught fire instantaneously.

Especially that secluded spot was exceptionally...uncomfortable.

In her daze, she almost couldn’t help wanting to touch it with her hand, to offer a bit of soothing.