Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 325

Chapter 325: Chapter 325

Yang Yuan seemed to use Yang Fan’s body as a bed, embracing Yang Fan’s waist, rolling and tossing about while acting coquettishly.

The small and soft body pressed tightly against Yang Fan’s, and he could vaguely feel the friction of two soft mounds.

This caused Yang Fan to become somewhat restless, as a little tent quietly pitched itself.

He couldn’t help but remember what happened on the night of Yang Yuan’s birthday.

Under the guise of elegant lady’s attire hid a pair of sexy Xiao Ding, and parting them revealed a beauteous, watery charm.

"Stop, stop, I’ll buy it for you, just don’t roll anymore... if you keep going... I might just explode," Yang Fan hastily exclaimed.

Yang Yuan immediately stopped, tilting her little face upward, smilingly looking at Yang Fan, "Brother, you promised?"

"Promised, promised, but didn’t we just buy it this morning? After eating such a big pile, can you still eat?" asked Yang Fan.

Yang Yuan haughtily lifted her small face, "How could the food I love ever be enough? Unless I’m truly stuffed, I can’t possibly stop. Don’t judge by my size, I have a really good appetite."

"I can tell," Yang Fan said.

That morning, a big bag of lychees and strawberries was devoured by the two of them in no time at all.

One could do nothing but acknowledge that appetite.

All those fruits, Yang Fan estimated he could eat them for a week.

Yang Yuan giggled, hugging Yang Fan’s waist and acting coquettish again, "Brother, you’re the best, wuu... I really love you!"

"Eh..." Yang Fan was taken aback, his eyes almost bulging out.

Could it be that what Yang Yuan drunkenly said that night was true?

This crafty girl really had designs on him.

"We’re siblings, love shouldn’t enter into it," Yang Fan said with a light cough, putting on a stern face.

"But I’m talking about the love between siblings!" Yang Yuan argued, "Plus, even if we really fell in love, it wouldn’t matter. I’m not my mom’s biological child, so there’s not a bit of blood relation, it’s not like that at all."

"Even so, you’re still my cousin!" Yang Fan countered.

This development was all wrong; he had already lost control with Fourth Aunt, and now if he got involved with Yang Yuan...

Although it was indeed thrilling, he could end up dead.

"Brother, I suddenly remembered something," Yang Yuan said seriously all of a sudden, "About my birthday, who helped me with my clothes? When I woke up, I didn’t have a single piece on, Little Mother said you brought me back, it couldn’t possibly be..."

"Stop right there!" Yang Fan interjected, raising his hand.

He knew right off the bat that this rascal was about to spout nonsense again.

He had secretly witnessed their situation that evening from outside the window. How could Yang Yuan not know how her clothes came off? Asking him this now clearly had ulterior motives.

"Anyway, when I brought you back, your clothes were intact, nothing missing," Yang Fan said sternly, "As for what happened afterwards, I have no idea. You slept with Little Mother and sister-in-law, so whatever happened after, I think you should ask them."

Yang Yuan’s eyes twinkled mischievously as she giggled, "Brother, why do you look so nervous? You couldn’t have seen something you shouldn’t have, right?"

"No!" Yang Fan stated emphatically.

He might have the nerve to sneak a peek, but out in the open... better not.

"Really? But why do I have this vague recollection of you taking off my clothes, brother? Could it be just my imagination, hallucinations from drinking too much?" she mused.

"Don’t doubt it, that’s definitely your hallucination!" Yang Fan said gravely, "Get up now."

"Oh... Brother, why don’t you just admit it, I won’t tell anyone," Yang Yuan not only didn’t get up, but she also snuggled even closer, pressing her whole body against Yang Fan.

Yang Fan quietly let out a breath, alleviating the excitement brought about by their position.

Feeling the soft, delicate body on top of him, his little tent was almost beyond his control.

In this sweltering heat, everyone wore thin clothes.

With Yang Yuan pressing down on him, Yang Fan could almost feel the touch of her skin.

Especially those two soft mounds at his front, their softness strikingly clear.

"Why would I admit to something I didn’t do? There’s nothing to admit!" Yang Fan said.

Yang Yuan looked closely at Yang Fan, those lively eyes sparkling as she stared, "Brother, do you think I’m pretty?"

"Pretty! Very pretty!" Yang Fan turned his head away and replied perfunctorily.

He didn’t dare to look at her. Facing her at such close quarters, he truly feared he’d lose control.

The two were almost cheek to cheek now.

"So... Brother, do you have any thoughts about me?" Yang Yuan asked with a mischievous smile, pursing her lips.

"You’re my cousin, what kind of thoughts would I have about you? None!" Yang Fan said emphatically.

Yang Yuan pouted and insisted, "Brother, let’s not talk about the whole ’family’ thing for now. Pretend I’m just a regular girl, would you have thoughts about me then?"

"What ’thoughts’ are you talking about?" Yang Fan turned his head and glanced at her as he asked.

Suddenly, Yang Yuan became a bit shy, "You know, those kind of thoughts... With my looks, this figure, do you have... um, to be precise, do you have that kind of urge? Ah... Brother, I think I already know the answer."

She suddenly burst into a sly laugh, then used her legs to clamp onto Yang Fan’s little tent that was propped up.

Fuck!

Yang Fan felt as if he’d been struck by lightning.

He stared blankly at Yang Yuan, "What are you doing?"

"I’m using my legs to measure the size of my brother’s tent, it’s even longer than the width of my leg!" Yang Yuan giggled.

Her laughter was like that of a little fox who had just succeeded in its cunning plan, her sparkling eyes full of slyness.

Yang Fan looked at Yang Yuan in shock; this girl was... a hoodlum?

"Do you realize what you’re doing?" Yang Fan asked, trying to suppress his agitated breath, grinding his teeth.

"Of course!" said Yang Yuan, as if it were the most natural thing.

"Then do you realize that what you’re doing is playing with fire? Be careful or you might lose your virtue, little sister," Yang Fan threatened purposely.

But before he could finish, Yang Yuan’s eyes lit up, and she almost blurted out, "Brother, really?"

Yang Fan: ...

He had underestimated Yang Yuan’s level of roguishness.

"Not at all true, I was just joking," Yang Fan said, covering his forehead.

For some reason, he suddenly felt confused, even on the verge of collapse.

Yang Yuan watched him with a giggly look, her eyes quickly darting to one side, then she stealthily slid downwards, clamping the base of her legs onto Yang Fan’s little tent which was propped up again, and began to rub gently.

"Brother, do you feel it?" Yang Yuan asked with a sly smile.

"What feeling?" Yang Fan asked, speechless.

"Of course... the feeling of taking away your sister’s virtue. Alright, no need to pretend, I can feel it, he’s... gotten thicker," Yang Yuan said with a giggle, seemingly proud of the effect she had.