Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 375 Mutual Harm

Chapter 375: Chapter 375 Mutual Harm

"Naughty!"

Diwu Ming giggled, her slender fingers tapping Yang Fan’s forehead.

"These little tricks won’t work on Sister Ming. You only have a chance to prove your so-called strength in bed if you can really make me feel powerful and domineering."

Yang Fan was being teased again.

And it was an outright, blatant tease.

In Diwu Ming’s eyes, it seemed like he was the tender and adorable little girl.

Yang Fan switched his glass to his left hand, and as he offered it out, his right hand firmly grasped Diwu Ming’s slim waist, pulling her into his embrace, "Sister Ming, is this what you meant?"

Instead of feeling shy or resisting the sudden move, Diwu Ming pressed her soft, full bosom against Yang Fan’s chest, not just once, but twice.

Her eyes, full of stories and slightly drunk, stared intently at Yang Fan. She let out a light giggle and said, "That doesn’t count, you know. If you can’t even understand the strength I’m talking about, then you might never get a chance to feast on this juicy crab."

"Although I have a strong crush on you, my dear little brother, principles come first."

Old Zhou pulled his head from the bosom of two women whose breasts were heaving with laughter and secretly gave Yang Fan a thumbs up.

He mouthed the words: Awesome!

Yang Fan also thought he was pretty awesome, now daring to act like this.

This woman wasn’t any juicy crab; she was a real tigress, or perhaps a venomous scorpion.

"Is that such a pity?" Yang Fan asked, looking down into Diwu Ming’s misty eyes.

Diwu Ming thought seriously for a moment, then shook her head, "It really is a pity. Just a hug can’t be counted as powerful."

"Sister Ming, I’ve got my sights set on this juicy crab of yours. It doesn’t matter if I can’t have it today, there will definitely be opportunities in the future." Yang Fan spoke earnestly, determined not to lose the aura of the moment.

Diwu Ming beamed beautifully, "Then I shall wait and see."

"If that day really comes, you won’t need to make a move. I’ll come to you, strip down willingly, fresh and tender for your tasting pleasure."

"Sister Ming, has anyone ever told you that you’re actually a siren?" Yang Fan said, feeling a headache coming on.

Diwu Ming was just too good.

She was clearly seducing, yet she blocked every advance with her words.

This kind of prey that presented itself as the hunter was simply too much to handle.

Diwu Ming chuckled softly, "That’s my nickname, you know? How did you find out? I’m suddenly feeling you’re quite powerful. Guessing something like that, you’re extraordinary."

Yang Fan: ...

Damn nickname.

"I think we should continue drinking." Yang Fan clinked his glass against Diwu Ming’s.

There was no way to continue that conversation.

Diwu Ming immediately erupted into hearty laughter. Then she suddenly changed the subject and whispered mysteriously to Yang Fan, "If you let me see your ’assets’, maybe I could lower my standards and give in to having this juicy crab devoured by you."

Yang Fan immediately sat up straight, "Sister, men and women should not touch hands when giving or receiving things, don’t joke about stuff like this."

Diwu Ming burst out laughing so hard she trembled, then suddenly she reached out for Yang Fan’s little tent.

Her move was sudden, precise, and ruthless, grabbing it in one go.

It was so adept, it was as if she had rehearsed it countless times, or perhaps had carried it out just as many times.

Yang Fan instantly tensed up and said nervously, "Sister, you can’t just play around like this, hurry, let go!"

Diwu Ming wasn’t using much force.

But Yang Fan feared she might suddenly squeeze.

This concerns his happiness for the latter half of his life, so he can’t crack even the slightest joke.

Diwu Ming gently squeezed twice, and something seemed to suddenly light up in those misty eyes.

"Really, I can’t tell, but you’re quite big, aren’t you?"

Yang Fan straightened his back and said, "Sister Ming, as I’ve just said, I will definitely make you feel my strength and dominance in bed, do you want to change your mind now?"

"Although you have indeed moved me, just this isn’t enough," Diwu Ming said with a laugh.

Her gaze was complex, making it impossible for Yang Fan to discern her current emotions.

Or rather, her emotions were so mixed at the moment it was hard to tell what her attitude really was.

"If it’s not enough, then hurry up and let go. If you keep gripping it, I might start charging!" Yang Fan said.

Diwu turned her head slightly and took a sip of red wine.

She deliberately let some of the wine spill from the corner of her mouth, then she tilted her graceful neck and stared straight at Yang Fan. Setting down the glass, she used her finger to dab up the meandering wine and brought it back to her mouth.

Then, she gently sucked on her finger with her bright red lips, slowly sliding it in and out.

Yang Fan watched seriously, unblushing and unflustered, but inside he was screaming at the injustice.

This woman has completely lost her mind!

Diwu Ming released her finger from her lips and with her mouth slightly open, her seductive little tongue gently licked from side to side.

Yang Fan: ...

What on earth is she trying to do?

She says to do it, and then she says no.

But since she said no, let it be, yet here she is acting all seductive.

"Sister Ming, that’s about enough, if you keep this up, you might be in danger," Yang Fan threatened fiercely.

Diwu Ming giggled, pressing her luscious red lips to Yang Fan’s ear and whispered, "What’s the matter, you want to force yourself on me?"

And up till now, her hand had not left Yang Fan’s little tent, still grasping tightly.

Yang Fan nodded emphatically, "If you keep teasing me, it really could go either way; I am afraid I certainly might do just that. Tell me, which young man full of vitality could withstand your teasing? If you are forcefully taken, it’s also your responsibility."

"You have quite a way with words," Diwu Ming chuckled lightly, letting go of Yang Fan’s little tent.

"I can’t take that responsibility, so let’s forget it. But, don’t you like it when Sister plays with it like this?"

Yang Fan: ...

She really was like a big bad wolf tricking a little lamb.

"I don’t really like it squeezed like that; I’d much prefer to be clamped tightly by Sister Ming," Yang Fan admitted frankly.

It’s only polite to return what you receive.

Now that things have been said so unreservedly, why be polite with her?

Even if he can’t truly enter her, then let the battle with words extend for three hundred rounds.

"Naughty little brother, you’re a bit greedy," Diwu Ming said with a smile full of innuendo.

Those small eyes were all play, moist and misty.

"With a great beauty like you, if I’m not a bit greedy, wouldn’t that be presumptuous?" Yang Fan smiled.

Diwu Ming leaned in slightly, pressing herself against Yang Fan once more, "I must admit, that’s the best compliment I’ve ever heard, did you smear honey on your lips?"

"Sister, you’ll know if you taste it," Yang Fan replied with an equally suggestive smile.

Come on, let’s hurt each other!