Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 335

Chapter 335: Chapter 335

"Sure is!" Yang Fan nodded and said.

"Our ancestors would probably mind if they drank this. Fourth Aunt, why not let me have it for cheap? I’ll get you a few better bottles another day that you can take to honor them."

Fourth Aunt chuckled and said, "If our ancestors drank this, they’d probably blame me for sure. You take it and drink it. There are still several bottles, enough to last you a while."

"My friend has a habit of collecting wine. If you like drinking, I can ask her to send a few more bottles over once you finish these."

As she spoke, her gaze drifted downward, landing on the small tent that Yang Fan had involuntarily pitched. She suddenly smiled slyly, lowered her voice, and said, "I can’t help you today, you’ll have to figure it out yourself. If you get caught, how am I supposed to continue playing this elder role for you? Just bear with it."

"We could go outside," Yang Fan suggested opportunistically.

"Are you crazy? No way, that would be even more obvious. Bear with it," Fourth Aunt said with great resolve, while also covering up the expanse of snowy white skin revealed at her neckline.

"Stop looking; the more you look, the worse it gets. Go on now!"

Yang Fan, not without regret, nodded and muttered to himself, "Fine, I’ll go back then."

"Hmm, get going," she said.

Fourth Aunt waved her hand and burst out laughing, "Don’t blame your auntie; I had no idea what kind of wine that was."

Yang Fan returned to his room, and as soon as he lay down on the bed, he saw a message from Little Mother.

Asking him to get ready.

"Always ready," Yang Fan replied teasingly, stretching out a hand to press down on the small tent that was sticking up.

It seemed he had prepared a bit too much; the fire just wouldn’t subside.

The wine Fourth Aunt’s friend had brewed was truly fierce; how much tiger and wolf medicine must have been put in it to reach this level.

He had drunk four or five cups in total, barely two shots worth, yet he was so agitated and feverish he felt he was going to go insane.

Yang Fan was now genuinely worried about the upcoming situation.

He was just about able to keep his cool now, but he feared that once he saw his sister-in-law’s bare body, he wouldn’t be able to stop himself.

"Drink some water, see if that cools it down," Yang Fan murmured helplessly.

He downed several glasses of water in succession, but instead of diminishing, the sensation burned even more fiercely.

It was as if the alcohol’s effect was only now fully unfolding.

"Looks like I’m kind of screwed," Yang Fan said, unable to withstand the heat surging throughout his body. He paced back and forth in his room like an old donkey on a mill, trying to alleviate some of the insufferable urges within him.

But it was no use.

Ding dong.

Little Mother’s message came through, summoning Yang Fan to come over.

"It’s over; I really don’t think I can hold on..." Clutching his phone, Yang Fan hesitated, wondering if he should just give up and not go.

But then he thought better of it.

Little Mother was even more concerned about this matter than he was; if he didn’t show up out of the blue, she’d definitely freak out.

Pocketing his phone, Yang Fan placed his right hand over the tent he had pitched and went straight upstairs, bursting into Ye Tong’s room.

"Sister-in-law! Sister-in-law!"

He feigned the look of a drunken man, staggering toward the bedside.

On the bed, two pale bodies were entangled with each other.

Ye Tong had been stripped clean, not a single superfluous piece left on her.

That harmonious silhouette, fair skin illuminated by the bedside lamp, seemed like a beautiful and precious gem.

Little Mother was still wearing a pair of black panties, but that was the only piece of clothing on her body.

Yang Fan’s sudden intrusion startled both women.

Little Mother, quick and agile, grabbed a thin blanket to wrap herself tightly, not caring about Ye Tong’s fate.

Yang Fan understood Little Mother’s scheme immediately.

So that was her strategy.

"Sister-in-law, I like you so much, let’s be together, sister-in-law..."

Pretending to be drunk, Yang Fan slurred his words and lunged forward, pressing down on his sister-in-law.

"Ah... Fanzi, what are you doing? No, I am your sister-in-law!"

Ye Tong struggled with all her limbs in an effort to push Yang Fan off her.

However, her act wasn’t very convincing, far from the natural resistance they had before their relationship was established.

"Sister-in-law, I can’t live without you, please agree!" Yang Fan seized Ye Tong’s trembling, full breasts, kneading them as he bent down to tease them with his mouth.

In that moment, his body felt like it was about to explode.

The small tent in his pants seemed like it could burst the fabric at any moment.

"Fanzi, stop, no, don’t!" Ye Tong pushed hard with both hands, shoving Yang Fan to the side.

"Sister-in-law, please agree, okay?" Yang Fan was unrelenting as he lunged again.

Faced with his sister-in-law’s stunning beauty and tempting body, he completely lost control.

Blood gushed from his nose in an instant, and his eyes burned so fiercely they might have turned red.

"Fanzi, you, what’s happened to you?" Ye Tong was startled and asked anxiously.

Zhou Wenhu also leaned in, took a look at Yang Fan, and her mouth twitched, "Come on, don’t tell me it’s that bad? Are you so desperate for your sister-in-law’s body that your nose bleeds and your eyes turn as red as a rabbit’s?"

"Little Mother, stop talking nonsense, he’s clearly not right!" Ye Tong complained.

Zhou Wenhu nodded, "Indeed, he seems a bit off. Fanzi, what’s the matter with you?"

Yang Fan gasped for air, forcing himself to calm down.

His mind felt somewhat muddled.

"The wine Fourth Aunt brought is off, too strong. Ah, damn, I feel like I’m going to burst from the heat." Yang Fan crouched down and buried his head in Ye Tong’s embrace, latching onto her glistening pink nipples, fervently sucking.

"Fanzi, stop it, what are you doing, let go!" Ye Tong frantically shoved at him.

"Stop, let him have a few bites," Zhou Wenhu stopped Ye Tong, "He’s clearly gone over the edge; just look at his eyes, they’re that crazy red. If you don’t let him release some of that energy, he’s sure to have a problem."

"But, Little Mother... I can’t," Ye Tong cried out urgently.

"It’s a matter of life and death!" Zhou Wenhu said sternly, "Didn’t you hear what he just said? It’s obvious, isn’t it? The problem is with the wine that his Fourth Aunt brought, probably soaked with tiger and wolf medicine. Fanzi was already fiery, and suddenly drinking that stuff, of course, he’s out of control."

Ye Tong looked at Zhou Wenhu with humiliation and annoyance, "Little Mother, why not send him to the hospital? I... I can’t do it!"

Zhou Wenhu reached out to pull back Yang’s eyelid, "Look, he’s in such a state, confused from the fever. Quick, quick, quick, give me a hand and take off his clothes. If you’re too reserved, I’ll do it; just a little help with the release, what’s the harm in that?"

Yang Fan indeed felt his senses blurring; the effects of the drug seemed to have dispersed completely after being stimulated by his sister-in-law’s appearance earlier.

He could still hear Little Mother and his sister-in-law talking, but it seemed so distant, not quite real.

In his eyes, the only real thing now was his sister-in-law’s enticing body.