Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 290

Chapter 290: Chapter 290

Yang Fan’s inner self was deep in a severe conflict between his desires and his conscience.

Meanwhile, the tender ’golden valley’ of Yang Yuan, sealed tight yet glistening with moisture, kept rubbing against his chin incessantly, showing no signs of stopping.

Under such soft and silky friction, his rationality was steadily suppressed.

So, he took the gamble.

He reached his hand down and pulled apart the flimsy white piece covering Yang Yuan, unveiling the golden valley completely in front of him.

At the age of eighteen, so tender that not even the hairs had fully developed, he looked at it and saw not a strand out of place, only some fuzzy hairs tinged with gleaming sweat, adorably pink and utterly tempting, almost igniting Yang Fan’s blood in an instant.

Yang Yuan was eighteen, her body developed far beyond her peers.

But here, it seemed somewhat behind her peers.

Yang Fan could clearly hear his heart pounding in his throat, thumping non-stop.

All the blood in his body seemed to rush to his head with these heavy heartbeats, squeezing out his last bit of sanity.

He pushed aside the tightly sealed and tender golden valley with his hand, his fingers touched a bit of moisture, and he gently rubbed inside.

Instantly, a scorching tightness enveloped his fingers, as if a tiny mouth had barely sucked them in.

Gently probing and rubbing, Yang Fan unbuttoned his shorts, bringing his already fierce member to the lips of Yang Yuan. But she was not as receptive, completely immobile.

Yang Fan had no choice but to help manually, barely managing to get it into Yang Yuan’s mouth.

But that was all it did, she just held it there, with no other movement.

By now, Yang Fan was entirely like a bundle of kindling that had been lit, utterly unable to extricate himself.

He moved to the nearby couch, ready to adjust their positions to a more convenient one.

Suddenly, his phone rang.

Seeing ’Little Mother’ labeled on the caller ID, he suddenly snapped out of it.

"Damn!"

Muttering under his breath, he hurriedly put his pants on and adjusted Yang Yuan’s panties back into place.

He slapped his forehead hard, forcing himself to calm down.

His mentality wasn’t usually this fragile.

Tonight seemed to be somewhat influenced by alcohol, as he couldn’t resist the urge to be with Yang Yuan at all.

After straightening up Yang Yuan’s clothes, he forcefully took this still unruly girl to the room inside and lay down with his sister-in-law. Only then did he come out and return a call to Little Mother.

"Fanzi, why haven’t you come over yet? If you don’t show up soon, I’m going to fall asleep," Zhou Wenhu said.

"Don’t even mention it, our birthday star is being a bit troublesome, I’ll be right over," Yang Fan casually replied.

Yang Yuan was indeed being troublesome, but in a very different, intensely erotic sort of way.

"I see, then hurry up over here, I can barely hold on anymore," Zhou Wenhu said.

After hanging up, Yang Fan calmed his breath for a few moments before he finally locked up the shop and rushed back to Yunjin KTV.

In the private room, Little Mother was also a bit drowsy. Seeing Yang Fan enter, she forced herself to ask with some energy, "Is Xiao Yuan alright?"

"Nothing serious, just messing around like a slippery eel, impossible to grasp," Yang Fan said, "Let’s go."

He planned to first help Fourth Aunt, who was completely passed out, and then assist Little Mother in leaving.

But Fourth Aunt’s body was limp and slid down as soon as he pulled.

"You should just carry her, she probably can’t walk like this," Little Mother said.

Yang Fan had no choice but to carry Fourth Aunt on his back.

Her figure was slightly plump, with a touch of chubbiness, and the pair in front was very full, feeling like they hadn’t had any children, very bouncy. A faint, elegant fragrance mixed with the scent of alcohol clung to her, somewhat reflecting her dignified and graceful personality.

Without a doubt, she was a fully ripe mature woman.

As he carried Fourth Aunt, Yang Fan also helped Little Mother.

"Comfortable carrying her, isn’t it?" Zhou Wenhui leaned heavily on Yang Fan, her breath tinged with a hint of tipsiness as she asked.

Yang Fan was instantly speechless; Little Mother was at it again.

"Little Mother, honestly, I don’t find being a porter comfortable, especially when carrying one and dragging another."

Zhou Wenhui chuckled, glanced sideways, and suddenly withdrew the arm looped through Yang Fan’s. She then patted Fourth Aunt’s round, plump buttocks twice, "This butt, if it bumped into you, would definitely jiggle. Fanzi, when choosing a woman, you should go for someone soft like this. Don’t go for someone too skinny; they have nothing to feel, and you’d only poke bones."

Yang Fan felt immediately overwhelmed, "Little Mother, do you realize what you’re saying?"

What outrageous words were these!

The person he was carrying was his very own Fourth Aunt, and Little Mother was even more forward in thinking about doing things with her.

What devilish thoughts!

"Of course, I know," Zhou Wenhui said nonchalantly, "I’m just teaching you how to choose a woman! A figure like mine should be considered the most standard; looks good in clothes, and there’s plenty to play with, pleasing to the eye no matter how you look."

"And someone a bit chubby like your Fourth Aunt has that slightly fleshier look, but absolutely comfortable to play with, big in front and soft in the back, also durable. Especially if there’s no extra fat on the stomach, no love handles, and a waist that still appears slender, that would be considered a top-tier figure."

Yang Fan silently covered his face; Little Mother really had gone crazy now.

"Little Mother, I think you need to sober up a bit."

Zhou Wenhui pulled back her advantage-taking hand, looped it around Yang Fan again, and leaned half of her body heavily against him, scoffing as she said, "What do I need to sober up from? A man should marry when he’s of age, and a woman too, men want to do things with women, and women want to be done by men, it’s natural law. Do you have any thoughts about your Fourth Aunt? Sneakily do something after going back, she definitely won’t notice."

Yang Fan was shocked and immediately said solemnly, "Little Mother, please hold back your outrageous words."

"Just a little try, what’s there to be nervous about? Life is short; why not give it a try?" Zhou Wenhui said casually, "For women her age, as long as you don’t get caught red-handed, and you don’t leave any traces behind, it’s almost undetectable."

Yang Fan had no idea how to respond to Little Mother’s fierce and unimaginable words.

How could she encourage him to mess with Fourth Aunt? This was unreasonable.

Could it be that the alcohol had unlocked some hidden part of Little Mother’s mind?

"If it were me, I’d definitely try it tonight, such a good opportunity, too bad I’m not a man," Zhou Wenhui sighed deeply, "Haven’t you always wanted to know what that feels like? Really, why not give it a try?"

Yang Fan’s mind buzzed, "Little Mother, stop, stop, I feel like you’re drunker than anyone else today."

"I’m not drunk at all, just being serious. Young girls have too many reservations, but at the age of me and your Fourth Aunt, we’ve no such concerns, done is done," Little Mother said lightly, glancing at Yang Fan.