Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 289

Chapter 289: Chapter 289

"Oh my, 19-degree beer?"

Zhou Wenhui suddenly cursed.

Upon hearing this, Yang Fan picked up the bottle to look and couldn’t help but chuckle, "No wonder everyone toppled over."

It was Yang Yuan’s first time drinking alcohol. The sister-in-law usually didn’t touch it either, but tonight she had downed quite a few bottles. With this potency, it’s no surprise they were knocked out.

As he spoke, Fourth Aunt also slowly toppled over on the couch like a wobbly weebly.

A moment later, faint snoring could be heard.

Yang Fan and Little Mother looked at each other, at a loss.

"Fanzi, what should we do now?" Zhou Wenhui asked with a helpless chuckle, "Right now, I’m also feeling quite dizzy, I probably can’t even walk steady, I can just about manage myself."

"Can you barely help one person?" Yang Fan asked.

Zhou Wenhui gestured with her eyes at Ye Tong and the other two, "Look at the state of these three, how can they be helped up?"

"Then there’s nothing to be done, Little Mother you stay here with them, I’ll carry them back one by one," Yang Fan said helplessly.

"It can only be this way."

Yang Fan scooped up the sister-in-law who was nearest, lifted her in a princess carry, and left the private room first.

They had arrived in good shape, but now they were carried out one by one, lying down.

Yang Yuan’s suggestion to drink was indeed not a good one.

After settling the bill at the bar, Yang Fan carried the sister-in-law downstairs, crossed the street, and reached his own shop.

He set the sister-in-law down on the bed, and looking at her beautiful face under the light, Yang Fan suddenly felt a bit frisky.

He lifted up the sister-in-law’s tight tank top and undid the white bra underneath, leaning in like a thirsty traveler and began to suckle on her extremely soft and full bosom.

"Hmm..."

The sleeping Ye Tong furrowed her brow and let out a soft moan like a murmur.

Yang Fan ardently suckled, shaping her fullness into various shapes by rounding and flattening it.

If her fullness had been just a bit larger, those pink little buds might have touched each other, but there was still a small gap about the width of a finger that couldn’t be squeezed together, preventing Yang Fan from swallowing both little buds in one bite.

Amid the slurping sounds, Ye Tong’s eyelids opened a tiny slit.

She mumbled as if talking in her sleep, "Fanzi... what, what are you doing?"

"Just having a little taste of your beautiful Na." Yang Fan said unashamedly.

"Oh..."

Ye Tong mumbled something, and her eyelids closed again.

Yang Fan’s lips curled into a slight smile, the sister-in-law was being quite generous now.

She didn’t even worry about him sneaking around doing something?

But with her current condition, even if she had any senses left, there probably wasn’t much remaining.

After playing around for a while, Yang Fan forcefully calmed the little tent that had sprung up, tidied the sister-in-law’s clothes, and returned to Yunjin KTV. There were still two and a half drunkards there; he didn’t have time to laze around and play with sister-in-law.

Back in the private room, asking Little Mother to wait a little longer, he first carried Yang Yuan downstairs.

Yang Yuan had just celebrated her eighteenth birthday, turning him into a porter of sorts.

And this dead girl was not well-behaved when drunk, not lying quietly at all in Yang Fan’s arms.

Who knows what she thought of Yang Fan’s embrace; her right leg kept trying to hook over his head.

Yang Fan pressed it down again and again, but she stretched it back up just as many times.

Seeing that he was about to reach the shop, Yang Fan simply let her be as long as she didn’t throw herself to the ground.

Yang Yuan hummed and mumbled something incoherently, successfully hooking her right leg around Yang Fan’s neck and consequently the left followed, her body slid upwards, clamping his head between her thighs.

Just as Yang Fan was about to open the shop door, he looked utterly defeated.

What kind of bad habit was this?

Can’t she sleep without clamping something between her legs?

Crucially, Yang Fan found her current position uncomfortably awkward.

If they were to lie down at that moment, it would have been a perfect sixty-nine.

But Yang Fan was standing, so Yang Yuan was completely hanging upside-down on him.

Click, click.

Yang Fan shook his head and, paying no further attention, opened the shop’s main door.

Since they were already there, he let her be.

But just then, Yang Yuan pulled another stunt.

Suddenly, she began rubbing her buttocks against Yang Fan’s chin again and again.

"Ah... ah... Brother Fanzi, are you teasing me? Ah... it feels so good."

Yang Fan felt as if he had been struck by lightning.

What lewd things she was saying?

"Xiao Yuan!" Yang Fan exclaimed.

He began to suspect she was awake.

Yang Yuan did not respond, still wrapping her arms around Yang Fan’s waist, burying her head in his abdomen, her soft buttocks pressed against his face, rubbing the "Golden Valley" against his chin with an in-and-out motion.

Today being her eighteenth birthday, Yang Yuan dressed exquisitely in a pristine white princess dress.

But now, because of being upside-down, the dress had completely fallen down.

That is, Yang Yuan was effectively only separated by that thin layer of panties, rubbing her most private area against Yang Fan’s chin, mimicking an in-and-out motion.

Yang Fan was baffled.

This wretched girl was actually making a move on him? How could she entertain such thoughts towards him?

Just then, Yang Fan suddenly felt a warm sensation from his chin.

He quickly shut the shop’s door and looked down, his mind exploding on the spot.

Yang Yuan’s panties were wet.

But the wetness wasn’t the main shock,

Yang Yuan was wearing a very sheer white thong.

The tender "Golden Valley" was barely covered by a small piece of fabric, almost as if it were nothing.

Under the moist condition at that moment, Yang Fan could see everything clearly inside.

Almost instantly, the tent Yang Fan had just managed to suppress sprang back up.

A princess dress paired with a thong, Yang Yuan was indeed daring...

Yang Fan also realized that she was genuinely curious about things she had never encountered before.

He wondered through what means she had acquired such a trendy inner outfit.

Feeling the soft impacts on his chin one after another, Yang Fan was torn inside.

He wanted to... make a move.

But the remnants of his sanity held him back.

Although she wasn’t Fourth Aunt’s biological daughter, nominally, they were cousins.

"Brother Fanzi... hmm, am I fun to play with? Hehe, I’ve wanted you to do this to me for a long time, but I was too scared."

Yang Yuan’s drunken words sounded clearer than sober truth.

"Yang Yuan!" Yang Fan shouted again.

"Brother, go deeper, why does it feel like you’re just circling around outside, come in, come in."

Yang Yuan did not respond to Yang Fan’s words and continued speaking to herself.

At this moment, Yang Fan was truly suffering, he was tempted to take a risky move.

Even to thrust into a hole.