Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 297

Chapter 297: Chapter 297

Yang Fan, having watched from behind for a while, quietly moved beside Fourth Aunt.

"It’s Xiao Yuan, she was just going to the toilet."

Fourth Aunt, who was pretending to sleep, opened her eyes and whispered, "Play this prank on me another day, it’s kind of risky right now."

Yang Fan nodded.

Fourth Aunt had a way with words, it only took a simple sentence to easily stir his interest.

The real her was vastly different from the image she usually presented.

Yang Fan tiptoed back to the yard, hesitated for a moment, then moved closer to the bedroom again.

He had just barely heard some sounds and suspected Little Mother and the others were still at it.

Quietly, he hid behind the window, peering through a crack into the room.

On the spacious bed, the three women were completely nude, not a single piece of clothing to be seen.

Little Mother and sister-in-law were chatting, while Yang Yuan sat between them, curiously comparing the differences among the three.

It seemed they had finished whatever they were doing.

But Yang Yuan was also caught up in it.

In her lucid state, given her behavior, she was clearly captivated by Little Mother.

Little Mother’s success rate was somewhat high.

"Auntie, why are all three of us different?" Yang Yuan asked, puzzled.

"We are each unique individuals, if we were the same, that would be problematic," Ye Tong replied with a chuckle, "Stop playing and let’s get some sleep, you’re even more addicted than Little Mother."

"I’m just curious," Yang Yuan laughed, "Sister-in-law, um... no, I shouldn’t ask you this. Auntie, what does it feel like to do it with a man?"

"Your question... forces me to recall my early days of naiveté," Zhou Wenhui sighed, "What does it feel like, well, it’s sort of like poking yourself with a stick, not much different."

"There must be a difference, otherwise men would be on the brink of extinction, everyone would just find a stick," Yang Yuan said, teasing Zhou Wenhui, "Auntie, please tell us, look, sister-in-law is curious, too."

The room fell silent for a while before Zhou Wenhui’s voice rang out again, "It’s hard to define, you’ll have to experience it for yourselves in the future, it’s sometimes comfortable, sometimes definitely not, and feelings like this simply can’t be explained in words."

Yang Yuan employed her pouting skills again, but Little Mother seemed reluctant to discuss these memories of the past and kept refusing to answer. She forcefully turned off the light and ordered Yang Yuan and sister-in-law to get some proper sleep.

Yang Fan stayed outside for a while, seeing nothing of interest, before returning to his lounge chair.

It was already past midnight, the weather still oppressively hot, with the cicadas’ noise unceasingly loud and frantic.

This was a summer night in Xin’an, filled with the fragrance of plants and an irritating stifling heat.

By not even six in the morning, Yang Fan woke up.

Although awake, his mind was still groggy.

He didn’t want to open his eyes, choosing to continue snuggling on the lounge chair.

The coolness of the early morning was incredibly comfortable.

But without having fully awakened, these beautiful dawns were not quite so enjoyable.

The door to the next room opened, and Yang Yuan, still in her princess dress, yawned as she walked out.

She stretched her petite yet curvy figure and looked over at Yang Fan.

A mischievous smirk played on her lips, and she tiptoed towards Yang Fan’s chair, then suddenly leaped onto him.

"Brother Fanzi, time to get up... ah!"

Her prank was unsuccessful, instead, it toppled the chair over.

Yang Fan gave his troublemaking cousin a look of speechless irritation.

Their lips were pressed tightly together, sealed in a perfect fit.

Her leap was remarkably precise.

So precise that it landed her lips right on his.

Those little lips were like honey, soft, mushy, and sweetly fragrant.

Yang Fan’s mouth moved instinctively, sucking gently on Yang Yuan’s tender lower lip and attempting to slide his tongue inside.

"Mmm..."

Yang Yuan suddenly widened her eyes, a hint of shock and bewilderment shrouding her round pupils.

Yang Fan paid no mind to her, his tongue prying apart her teeth and plunging straight in, seeking out that small, clove-like tongue.

After all the mischief she had made, she had to pay a little, didn’t she?

And this was her practically delivering herself to his door.

Yang Fan sucked with an overt and forceful ease, just like he had teased Fourth Aunt’s little "beans" the night before.

"Mmm...uh..."

Yang Yuan abruptly closed her eyes, whether from not daring to look or from being stirred by the emotion, she complied.

The moment she did, Yang Fan’s courage soared, and his palm naturally came to rest on her small but particularly perky buttocks.

The way Yang Yuan looked right then, she was very much like how she was the previous night.

Only last night, she was draped face down over Yang Fan, whereas today she was facing up.

But her skirt had fallen down, exposing everything from the waist down.

It was just a pity Yang Fan was lying on his back on the ground, unable to see this beautiful scene.

She hadn’t changed her clothes; below the skirt, she still wore that cute and sexy Xiao Ding.

Feeling Yang Fan’s movement, Yang Yuan’s charming and adorable face instantly flushed, draped with shy, colorful clouds.

Yet, she didn’t stop Yang Fan’s hands.

Her reaction was all the encouragement Yang Fan needed.

He moved his hand away from her soft, smooth buttocks straight to the core area, covering it fully with his palm.

Just as he was about to lift the Xiao Ding and let Yang Yuan experience a clear, intimate touch, footsteps came from the next room. Yang Fan’s hair stood on end out of fear. He quickly propped up Yang Yuan and straightened the chair.

Yang Yuan heard the noise next door too. She jumped down from Yang Fan, and with her head down and face flushed, she quickly ran to the restroom in another corner of the courtyard.

The corners of Yang Fan’s mouth silently stretched into a smile.

Seems like Yang Yuan might be harboring some feelings for him...

Soon after, Zhou Wenhui walked out of her room.

She looked quite refreshed, seemingly having had a good night’s sleep.

"How did you sleep?" Zhou Wenhui walked over to Yang Fan.

Yang Fan propped his head with his hand and shook his head, "Not very well, I don’t know what you all were doing last night, all sorts of strange noises kept coming out, woke me up several times. Woke up on my own around five in the morning, now I’m tired and have a headache."

"What could we do, just talking and nothing more," Little Mother said calmly, without going into detail.

"If you can’t sleep, don’t force it. Catch up on some sleep at noon, the more you try to sleep now, the more tired you’ll feel."

Yang Fan looked at Little Mother, "Little Mother, why did I seem to hear moaning sounds last night?"

"Hmm... did you really?"

Zhou Wenhui suddenly exclaimed.

Yang Fan felt like he’d been struck by lightning, Little Mother... it’s still you who’s amazing!