Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 334

Chapter 334: Chapter 334

Yang Fan actually knew very well what was going on, but he had to pretend that he knew nothing.

So when Ye Tong was hemming and hawing, he cooperated eagerly, asking, "Sister-in-law, what exactly is going on? Come on, tell me. You’re just being so evasive, and I’m really getting anxious."

Ye Tong’s snow-white teeth kept biting her lower lip, her face so knotted up she was almost sweating, "Actually... it’s not the kind you’re thinking of, just the kissing and touching kind, and my body is still... you know... intact... Does that make sense to you?"

Of course, Yang Fan understood; he had seen it with his own eyes more than once.

But now he had to act as if he didn’t understand.

Yang Fan shook his head, feigning confusion as he asked, "You and Little Mother are both women, where would you kiss, where would you touch? Just kissing and touching shouldn’t be very pleasurable, right? I honestly can’t picture it."

The excessive awkwardness almost made Ye Tong bite through her lower lip, "It’s the same as what... what the two of us do... yeah!"

"Oh... I see!" Yang Fan finally came to understand as if it were the most natural thing, "If that’s the case, then I suppose I’m ranked behind Little Mother?"

"Uh..." Ye Tong was stunned.

"This actually um... does seem to be the case, but we are both women, you’re the first man."

"For me, that actually seems the same," Yang Fan said softly.

Ye Tong was a bit nervous, her eyes brimming with thick shyness, and she quickly glanced at Yang Fan before saying, "Then, should I restrain myself with Little Mother and draw some distance, not do that thing anymore?"

"Let’s not, seeing as I’m actually the third party, it’s not really my place to ask for anything," Yang Fan said, shaking his head, "And besides, if you suddenly stop doing this thing with Little Mother now, she’s definitely going to sense there’s a problem."

"Hmm..." Ye Tong bowed her head, murmuring a soft agreement.

She seemed to have fallen completely into a vortex of indecision, not having extracted herself from one quandary before stumbling into another, looking somewhat at a loss.

Seeing her in this state, Yang Fan suddenly felt a softening in his heart.

"Sister-in-law, don’t think about whether I’m the third party or the first, it was just a passing remark," Yang Fan said gently, "Let’s think about how to handle tonight’s matter instead, Little Mother coming up with such a suggestion all of a sudden does seem quite awkward."

"Actually, I think Little Mother must have considered this earlier," Ye Tong suddenly murmured, "Since she gave you such a suggestion, it wouldn’t make sense for her to undress as well, right?"

Yang Fan didn’t say anything, but in his heart, he gave Ye Tong a negative answer.

Little Mother didn’t seem to know what she was doing; anyway, the last time, she did undress.

However, the room was too dark at the time, and Yang Fan could only vaguely make out those soft mounds, not seeing anything else. But that time, Little Mother must have known her body could be seen, but she didn’t care at all.

Yang Fan didn’t dare to guess what Little Mother’s intentions were, but the fact was as so.

"Then there’s no problem, just pretend a bit at the time," Yang Fan said with a smile.

Ye Tong nodded lightly, "How far should I pretend? Resist a little or go along with it?"

"I think you should resist a little. I’ll pretend to be unable to control my beastly instincts and get handsy with you, hehe," Yang Fan said with a roguish smile.

Ye Tong looked at Yang Fan with a mix of bashfulness and annoyance, lightly scolding, "You have a sleazy laugh, and then what?"

"Then, I think Little Mother will probably do something, and we’ll leave the rest up to her," Yang Fan said with a grin, "If Little Mother doesn’t do anything, I’ll just make a run for it, and then find another chance to apologize to you in front of Little Mother."

Ye Tong gently nodded, "That sounds... feasible, shall we do that?"

"Yeah!"

The two discussed the cooperation process and made sure there were no issues before Ye Tong left stealthily.

Yang Fan found a bottle of alcohol, poured himself a glass, and started to drink slowly while playing with his phone.

After all, this was a task given by Little Mother, so he had to at least put on a bit of an act.

After two glasses, Yang Fan’s thirst for drinking was ignited and he even wanted more.

He rummaged through the cupboard to find some snacks to go with his drinks, pouring and drinking on his own as he watched his phone.

It wasn’t half bad, this feeling.

But as he continued to drink, he suddenly felt something amiss.

It was as if his lower abdomen was on fire.

A warm current rose from his lower belly, spreading throughout his body, making him feel as if he was burning all over.

The most obvious sign was the sudden urge that came over him, along with the "little tent" already showing signs of rising.

"Damn, what kind of alcohol is this!" Yang Fan muttered in shock, picking up the bottle on the table.

But no matter how much he examined it, he couldn’t figure out the reason.

The bottle was plain, without even a label.

He remembered that Fourth Aunt had brought it over, apparently for use during ancestor worship.

"What in the world is this, damn, it’s so hot! Isn’t it a bit too much to offer this kind of alcohol to the ancestors?" Stripped of his short-sleeve shirt, Yang Fan felt both hot and impulsive, and there was even a tickle in his nose.

He rushed out of his room in a few steps, aiming for the bathroom to take a cold shower; he felt like he was about to explode.

Just as he reached the door, he saw Fourth Aunt doing laundry inside, with a lot of skin showing through her gaping neckline.

From his higher vantage point, Yang Fan could even faintly make out Little Honey Bean swaying slightly.

"Hey, what are you doing? Stop staring," Fourth Aunt said softly with a slight frown.

"You bad thing, getting bolder by the day, aren’t you?"

Yang Fan quickly averted his gaze, "Fourth Aunt, what kind of alcohol did you bring back?"

"It’s a medicinal brew made by a friend. Why, you want to drink it?" Fourth Aunt asked, looking up.

Yang Fan, feeling incessantly hot, panted, "I’ve already had some. Fourth Aunt, maybe you shouldn’t offer that alcohol to our ancestors. I’m worried they might blame you for disrespect."

"It’s just alcohol, how does that become disrespect?" Fourth Aunt retorted with light annoyance, "You little rascal, trying to trick me again?"

"What would I trick you for? Fourth Aunt, haven’t you noticed anything odd about me?" Yang Fan asked, fanning himself with his hand.

Fourth Aunt’s cheeks reddened slightly, and a touch of shyness flickered in her eyes as she spat lightly, "I can see that your intentions aren’t pure, and you’re outrageously bold. We’ll talk about it when we go to town another day; at home, no talking nonsense, no looking, now go back."

Yang Fan was slightly taken aback.

Immediately, his heart leaped with joy; Fourth Aunt was hinting at wanting to have a few more encounters with him.

"Okay," Yang Fan smiled happily, "but Fourth Aunt, there’s really something wrong with that alcohol. I’ve just had about four or five glasses, look at me now, I’m about to explode, I can barely control myself."

"Ah? That kind of alcohol?" Fourth Aunt was also shocked.

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