Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 272

Chapter 272: Chapter 272

Yang Yuan still couldn’t get away and truly took a beating.

Yang Fan and Fourth Aunt were the accomplices, while Little Mother acted as the executor, constantly smacking that perky buttocks, producing a series of loud slaps.

Even though she really did hit her, it was all in jest. Little Mother didn’t strike too hard and stopped after slapping her a couple of times.

After making a ruckus for a while, Fourth Aunt managed to drink three glasses of alcohol, but the piece of paper stuck on her face made her look like a golden lion king.

"Bad people, all bad people!"

Yang Yuan pouted and muttered, rubbing her buttocks as she quickly entered the house.

Yang Fan laughed joyously.

This seemed like a really good form of entertainment.

But unfortunately, since Little Mother was gentle and Yang Yuan was fast, it was clear that there was no longer an opportunity to catch her.

After watching for a while, he also went inside.

He prepared to take a bath and rest early. Now that he owned a shop, he couldn’t just leave anytime he wanted as before. Running a store required dedication—opening early and closing late—to likely increase business.

If people traveled far with their goods only to find the shop closed.

Once or twice might be okay, but if it happened often, people would definitely not want to come.

Yang Fan stepped into the bathroom, turned on the faucet, and was just applying shower gel to his body when suddenly, a series of urgent knocks came from outside, "Bro, help me open the door, I... I think I have diarrhea."

"I’m taking a bath here!" Yang Fan shouted.

"But I have diarrhea, ah ah... I can’t take it anymore." Yang Yuan urged.

Feeling helpless, Yang Fan turned off the faucet, wrapped a towel around himself, and went out.

The layout of their home’s restroom really needed some changes now.

Although there was a wall between the toilet and the shower as a partition, the door was shared.

Before, it wasn’t so noticeable, but now, with more people in the house, it was very inconvenient.

As soon as he opened the door, Yang Yuan, clutching her stomach like a little mouse, scurried under Yang Fan’s arm and into the bathroom, "Bro, you keep going, don’t mind me."

"I’m worried you’ll stink me out," Yang Fan said.

"But you looking like that..." Yang Yuan pointed at Yang Fan’s body, "It’s fine, I’ll be quick, flushing as I go."

Yang Fan looked down at himself.

He had just applied shower gel, and stepping out like this indeed seemed a bit improper.

Well, since Yang Yuan didn’t mind, what was there for him to be reserved about?

"Then you... ah." Yang Fan was about to speak, but saw Yang Yuan had already yanked down her shorts and squatted down.

She truly didn’t act shy at all now, undressing just like that.

Yang Fan still clearly remembered, when this wretched girl first arrived, it was exactly this kind of situation that had caused them to fight.

Now, however, she undressed without hesitation, acting as if she considered Yang Fan completely invisible.

But, with Yang Fan’s height, unless he bent down, he couldn’t see anything.

And Yang Yuan had moved too quickly when she took off her pants and squatted, so he hadn’t managed to get a clear look.

Yang Fan turned around somewhat helplessly and went back to showering.

After not too long, Yang Yuan’s voice rang out again, "Bro, what are you doing?"

"Nonsense, don’t you know I’m showering?" Yang Fan said, amused yet frustrated.

Asked such a nonsensical question.

"Oh, then I must have been hearing things," Yang Yuan said.

"What are you trying to say?" Yang Fan asked.

"Hehe, nothing much. I just thought I heard some weird noises and thought you were... Never mind, never mind, continue on, bro," Yang Yuan giggled, shouting through the wall.

"Utterly nonsensical," Yang Fan muttered.

What she said was all jumbled up.

What weird noises could there be while he bathed?

Not long after, Yang Yuan suddenly asked again, "Bro, are you really just taking a bath?"

"Nonsense, I am really taking a bath! Are you done? If you are, hurry out," Yang Fan said, frustrated.

Having that pesky girl squatting next door made him feel quite uneasy.

"My stomach is being particularly troublesome; it might take a bit longer," Yang Yuan shouted, "Bro, you’re not thinking about those messy things and doing something naughty, right?"

"I’m just taking a bath, what else could I be doing?" Yang Fan asked indignantly.

What on earth does this pesky girl want to say?

"Taking a bath might actually make it more convenient to do ’that’, bro. You’re not thinking about me, right? Forget about that day; I’m your sister, it’s unthinkable," Yang Yuan said.

Yang Fan was taken aback, suddenly shouting, "Yang Yuan, you better believe I’ll thrash you!"

The pesky girl actually thought he was masturbating, and even felt he was fantasizing about her doing it.

How could her imagination be so wild?

Without her mention, Yang Fan wouldn’t have remembered, but now he couldn’t help but think of her that day, arching her back in the bathroom as if drawing a map.

She might be impish, but that was indeed rather soft.

"Bro, I’m just giving you a heads up. You can’t think about me, even if you... well, right? We are siblings," Yang Yuan said. "If you think about me, that would be crossing into another type of ethical issue, really bad indeed."

Yang Fan: ...

He took a deep breath and said through gritted teeth, "Yang Yuan, if you don’t shut up, I really will end you! Plus, I’d start imagining you, then muster what you just mentioned."

"Bro, are you really doing that?" Yang Yuan asked, astonished. "Though I can’t stop your thoughts, what you’re doing really isn’t right and is even harmful to your health. Bro, I advise you to cease and desist, stop falling further into that limitless darkness."

"A moment of manual pleasure feels good, but continuous practice would lead to oblivion!"

Yang Fan was on the verge of exploding.

Why was this pesky girl so chatty today?

Does she even know what mess she’s talking about?

"Yang Yuan, if you don’t shut up, I’m coming out there," Yang Fan threatened through gritted teeth.

"Bro, no, no, no, I was wrong. I was just giving you friendly advice," Yang Yuan immediately exclaimed. "I had a classmate who watched too many of those movies, indulged too much in self-service, and ended up gaunt with hallucinations. Eventually, in the dead of night, he acted on a school statue and... became infamous from one battle!"

Yang Fan grabbed a towel, wrapped it around his waist, and stormed out of the bathroom.

"Yang Yuan!!"

As Yang Yuan sat there playing with her phone, seeing Yang Fan suddenly appearing before her, her big eyes blinked innocently. "Bro, I am your sister, don’t be like this."

Yang Fan gave a sinister laugh, "Now, either you walk out yourself, or I’ll throw you out."

"Bro... I’m not done yet?" Yang Yuan said pitifully.