Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 300

Chapter 300: Chapter 300

Yang Fan’s brief conversation with Wang Zhaodi suddenly reminded him of his adolescent years.

It was only three years ago, but it felt like a very long time had passed.

The dye vat of society had almost made Yang Fan forget the concept of time itself.

In high school, he actually had a crush too.

She was a tall girl with delicate features, very fair skin, a perky nose, and short hair that reached her ears.

Her smile was lovely, with two shallow dimples at the corners of her mouth, and her voice had a tenderness that could melt bones.

Back then, he always created various opportunities to interact with that girl.

It wasn’t until just before graduation that he dared to confess his feelings to her.

But, not surprisingly, he didn’t win the love that was meant for him.

She gently rejected him, using the excuse of wanting to get into a university together and then considering the matter after starting college.

Later on, he took over his father’s business, got immersed in the hustle and struggle of life, and didn’t even know where the girl who had appeared countless times in his high school dreams had gone. He didn’t even have a way to contact her.

By now, she should also soon be graduating from college just like Yu Hong Dou.

Wang Zhaodi’s moans brought Yang Fan back from his reverie.

A wry smile appeared at the corner of his mouth as he mockingly thought to himself, her family was already well-off back then, and now she’s on a completely different level than he is. Why is he still thinking about that?

He wasn’t even focused during the act, and yet he was daydreaming!

"Come, lie down, it’s my turn!" Yang Fan rallied his spirits and said to Wang Zhaodi.

Wang Zhaodi immediately complied, moving away from Yang Fan’s body, and lay down on the bed, lifting her shirt and exposing her pert, snow-white fullness.

Yang Fan squeezed them a few times, grabbed Wang Zhaodi’s ankles, brought her legs together, and lifted them up.

With a thrust, he entered the tight and somewhat worrying Golden Valley.

The light blue school uniform made her skin look even whiter and more enticing.

A school uniform is almost synonymous with innocence, but one hiked up to the knees is filled with countless temptations.

Probably no man could resist such a temptation.

Lifting Wang Zhaodi’s legs onto his shoulders, Yang Fan caressed those perky mounds and rhythmically struck her elastic buttocks without indiscriminate force, as such a delicate body had to be handled gently.

The slapping sounds were particularly crisp, mingling with Wang Zhaodi’s continuous moans, which made Yang Fan’s blood surge with excitement.

"Ah ah... ah... ah ah ah..."

Wang Zhaodi’s innocent face flushed a deeper shade of red, accompanied by fine beads of sweat.

Sometimes she would open her mouth wide, other times she would bite her lips hard, her hands tightly clutching the bedsheet.

In Yang Fan’s rapid movements, she entered that ecstasy, her whole body seemingly not knowing how to react to the sensations emanating from within.

"Brother, do me, do me as much as you want... ah ah... I want to be your protective sleeve, ah..."

Yang Fan was ardent with excitement but also a bit astonished.

Seems like she had learned quite a few things.

"What do you mean by ’protective sleeve’?" Yang Fan asked.

"It means that brother can... come and go as he pleases, put whatever he wants inside," Wang Zhaodi said breathlessly, her face flushed.

The term sounded quite novel.

"Where did you learn all this stuff from?" Yang Fan asked.

"In... at the Han Palace," Wang Zhaodi suddenly became embarrassed.

Even though she had worked there for several hours, that experience still had a significant impact on her.

"Before we started our shift, our supervisor briefly told us," she said breathlessly, "No matter if it feels good or not to the clients, we have to moan and act as if it feels really good. She also taught us some phrases like that."

"Oh, so you’re purposely doing this for me?" Yang Fan teased.

"No, not at all," said Wang Zhaodi quickly, "Brother, what you’re doing feels so good; I truly can’t take it anymore."

"Real pleasure or fake pleasure, it’s almost over anyway," said Yang Fan with a smile.

Wang Zhaodi’s tightness was a bit too much for him; it was extremely stimulating and made him finish much faster than usual.

"It is real pleasure, ah..." Wang Zhaodi moaned, panting heavily, "Brother, come inside me, I took medicine this morning, I’ll be fine these few days; you can do it as much as you want."

"You even prepared for this? So, you came just to get done by me?" Yang Fan asked in surprise.

She really thought of everything!

Wang Zhaodi bit her lip and giggled, "I didn’t just get ready to get done; I came specifically for brother to do me."

Yang Fan somewhat reluctantly found that he seemed more reserved than Wang Zhaodi.

She had bathed the day before, took medicine in the morning; her preparation couldn’t be more thorough.

Meanwhile, he was still contemplating whether he should try to avoid getting involved with Wang Zhaodi like this in the future.

This is really unnecessary!

What’s the point of playing the good guy? What he should be doing now is enjoying.

Yang Fan intensified his thrusts, slamming forcefully into Wang Zhaodi’s deepest recesses.

"Ah! Ah! Ahhh..."

As Yang Fan’s movements grew more intense, Wang Zhaodi arched her slender waist sharply, her hands grabbing the bedsheet fiercely.

The vigorous thrusting was a bit overwhelming for her, it felt like her soul was about to soar.

Yang Fan, with his hands on Wang Zhaodi’s slender waist, thrust deeply a few times and suddenly experienced intense satisfaction in the deepest part.

Indeed, the tenderness of a young girl is the most delightful.

"Ahhhh..."

As Yang Fan finished, Wang Zhaodi seemed to reach her pleasure at the same time.

Her body shook violently, as if in convulsions.

This commotion went on for quite a while before it stopped, and she panted violently, wiping the fine sweat from her face with the back of her hand.

The stifling weather and intense exercise had nearly soaked her through. The fine sweat on her soft, full breasts glistened like dew on white steamed buns.

"Brother, you’re really good at this; it feels... so comfortable," Wang Zhaodi said, her eyes glazed with dense confusion, smiling seductively.

The charm of a young girl may not be as soul-stirring as that of a mature woman; it’s more like shyness but brighter and more captivating.

Yang Fan stayed inside for a while before pulling out.

After giving Wang Zhaodi’s elastic buttocks a couple of squeezes, Yang Fan said, "It’s almost 8:30; you seem like you’re going to be late!"

"Ah? Is it already 8:30? Brother, you did me for an hour? I thought it had been less than half an hour," Wang Zhaodi exclaimed, startled and immediately jumped out of bed, "Brother, I’ll go wash up quickly; it really seems like I’m running late."

Grabbing her pants in a flash, Wang Zhaodi dashed toward the bathroom like a whirlwind.

"Hey, you didn’t wipe..." Yang Fan called out, but it seemed unnecessary now.