Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 390

Chapter 390: Chapter 390

Even though she deliberately concealed it, Yang Yuan’s piercing moans still slipped out through her fingers.

Her layered, sometimes low and melodious, sometimes high and undulating moans set a fire raging within Yang Fan, his blood also surging intensely in waves.

Driven by such emotions, he involuntarily quickened his pace in and out.

Suddenly, there was a knock from outside.

"Ah..."

Yang Yuan’s moan broke off with a cry. She abruptly covered her mouth, her eyes wide with panic, seeking a solution from Yang Fan.

But Yang Fan was also startled by the knock, suddenly feeling at a loss.

He quietly slipped out and pointed towards the direction of the wardrobe.

Yang Yuan nodded lightly, wiped the sweat off her face, tucked her clothes, and tiptoed into the wardrobe.

Yang Fan composed himself and quickly got dressed.

The knocking from outside sounded again.

Knock, knock, knock.

The sound seemed like it was knocking on Yang Fan’s heart, making his nervousness double instantly, his heartbeat somewhat quickening.

"Who is it?" Yang Fan called out.

"Open the door quickly!"

Zhou Wenhu’s voice came from outside.

It turned out to be Little Mother.

Yang Fan exhaled a few breaths, allowing himself to relax slightly, before he went to open the door.

The door had just cracked open when Zhou Wenhu squeezed in.

"What are you doing?" Zhou Wenhu eyed Yang Fan suspiciously, and asked.

"I’m not doing anything," Yang Fan said guiltily.

Even though he was less nervous on realizing it was Little Mother,

he couldn’t avoid feeling guilty.

Zhou Wenhu’s gaze was intensely scrutinous as she examined Yang Fan from head to toe, "Not doing anything?"

"Just not doing anything," Yang Fan said assertively.

Zhou Wenhu sniffed, "But why do I smell the scent of privet flowers?"

"What scent?" Yang Fan asked, puzzled.

"You don’t even know this? It’s the scent of doing that sort of thing." Zhou Wenhu suddenly chuckled, her pale long fingers tapping on Yang Fan’s chest, "Confess honestly, what exactly were you doing just now?"

Yang Fan felt he must divert Little Mother’s attention, or else she might start suspecting other possibilities.

"That... never mind that, what are you doing here at this time?" Yang Fan stammered.

"Stop the nonsense, explain yourself first," Zhou Wenhu said, "I just heard some strange noises, you wouldn’t be... hiding a woman, would you?"

"Do I look capable of that? This is our house, where could I hide her?" Yang Fan grumbled, "Just drop it, can’t you leave me a little privacy?"

"If you won’t tell me, then I’m going to look for myself!" Zhou Wenhu threatened.

"... on the phone." Yang Fan muttered reluctantly.

"What did you say? Ah, you’re doing a bit of shadow boxing?" Zhou Wenhu exclaimed in surprise.

Yang Fan rolled his eyes, "Otherwise, where else do you think that strange noise could have come from?"

Zhou Wenhui suddenly burst into laughter, "Couldn’t stand it anymore and started messing around by yourself? You have too much energy! However, you should go easy on that, it’s not good for your health."

"I know, it’s all your good work." Yang Fan muttered quietly.

Zhou Wenhui’s eyes twinkled with a soft seductiveness as she pursed her lips and smiled lightly, "Blaming me, are you?"

"Who else!" Yang Fan said speechlessly, "Hurry up and tell me what’s going on."

"I forgot to remind you earlier that the water heater at home is broken. Could you check it out later? Otherwise, we won’t be able to bathe," Zhou Wenhui said laughingly and teasingly.

"Okay, I got it," Yang Fan nodded, "With this weather, who needs hot water anyway? A cold shower should do the trick."

"It’s fine for you to take a cold shower, but we need hot water. Remember to check it later," Zhou Wenhui said with a teasing glance at Yang Fan, then suddenly giggled, "Don’t pull that face with me, acting all upset after taking advantage. If you keep that frown, I’ll make sure you feel even worse."

"Alright, alright, I give in, I give in," Yang Fan quickly conceded, "Go on, you interrupted what I was doing."

Zhou Wenhui chuckled, "Don’t forget what we talked about. And take it easy, don’t break yourself."

Yang Fan nodded repeatedly and forcibly pushed Zhou Wenhui out of the room.

Now it seemed he had to find an excuse to explain to Yang Yuan...

This damned life.

Spend all day concocting lies.

After Zhou Wenhui left, Yang Fan waited a while to ensure it was safe before finally going over and opening the cabinet door.

"Is Auntie gone?" Yang Yuan peeked out stealthily, very cautiously asking.

Yang Fan nodded, not entirely sure as he said, "She should be gone, let’s try to keep our voices down."

"Okay." Yang Yuan obediently nodded and crawled out of the closet.

"Auntie came over... to have you fix the water heater?" Yang Yuan lay on the bed, very dutifully spreading her legs, fully exposing her muddy, tender golden valley to Yang Fan.

Yang Fan nodded.

He knew Yang Yuan asked this not out of genuine curiosity about what happened but more concerned with what Little Mother had said earlier. But since Yang Yuan didn’t ask directly, Yang Fan naturally saw no reason to elaborate.

If he were to confess now, wouldn’t he be admitting guilt where there was none clearly marked?

Yang Fan did not rush into Yang Yuan right away but leaned forward first to play with those perky, full breasts, twisting those adorable little honey beans. The sudden scare had completely relaxed him and Yang Yuan wasn’t that moist anymore.

"I think I heard something I shouldn’t have... You and Auntie... um... everything’s okay, right?" Yang Yuan finally couldn’t resist her curiosity, asked tentatively.

Yang Fan laughed it off, immediately saying righteously, "What are you talking about? What could possibly be wrong between us?"

"It sounded like you were blaming Auntie," Yang Yuan weakly said, "Considering the context, I got the feeling like there was something going on between you two."

Yang Fan squeezed a bit harder on those tender honey beans, "Stop imagining things or I’ll pinch these little beans off. What I meant was that Little Mother scared me. With the situation just now, if I hadn’t exposed something on my own, Little Mother certainly wouldn’t have let it go, I had to babble something."

He was still babbling right now.

Because he hadn’t found a proper reason to explain why he would blame things on Little Mother.

He had to try to change the subject.

"I guess you’re right," Yang Yuan weakly nodded, "Brother Fanzi, come take care of me. I... I’m feeling it now."

"You want it already?" Yang Fan asked with a smile.

It seemed like he had managed to fool her.

He took off his pants, brewed for a moment, then slowly penetrated Yang Yuan’s incredibly tight vagina again.