Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 401

Chapter 401: Chapter 401

Yang Fan almost couldn’t help laughing.

She actually wanted to haggle even under these circumstances?

"Fine," Yang Fan agreed painfully, now that the initiative was entirely in his hands.

Talking one way and doing another, what could she do about it?

After all, he was already the "disgusting hooligan", the "bastard" in this woman’s mouth.

Being a bit more shameless wouldn’t hurt.

"What position do you want?" The woman’s attitude softened considerably, and she even lowered her voice to ask.

"Any is fine," Yang Fan said with a smile, "but I have a condition for agreeing to this—you need to improve your attitude."

"Isn’t my attitude good enough now?" the woman rolled her eyes, "How about I just lie down, like this?"

"Sure."

Yang Fan once again agreed very readily.

The woman turned over and lay down, parting her legs.

Yang Fan held her slender legs and penetrated deeply again.

With a plop, he entered smoothly.

Like an eel slipping into a hole.

"Mmm..." The woman moaned, her lips slightly parted.

Yang Fan suddenly discovered, to his surprise, that she was already sweating profusely, her face so flushed it seemed nearly cooked.

Could it be that exaggerated?

He had only been at it for about twenty minutes, yet she had already reached this point.

She was too frail.

Now Yang really began to doubt that although the woman had done it before, she probably hadn’t done it much.

"Are you very hot?" Yang Fan teased deliberately.

The woman gave a big eye roll and turned her head away, not wanting to answer Yang’s knowingly pretentious question.

Yang Fan lifted her tank top, exposing her full bust.

"They actually look quite nice, so white and perky, no wonder you dare to expose so much openly. You must know you were giving a peep show with the clothes you’re wearing, right?" Yang teased, reaching out to grasp the fullness.

Not big, but very elastic and quite perky too.

She was a young girl, not a matron who had borne children.

"What I wear is my choice," the woman said dully.

Yang Fan chuckled, "What you wear is indeed your choice, but what we on the street choose to look at is our choice as well. You can’t expect the people you want to see to look, and make the rest of us blind, can you?"

"Really, I can give you a piece of sincere advice; if you want to show off your figure to your target audience, you should go to certain places, not show off like this on the street."

"Acting like this, you’ll definitely attract the gaze of people you dislike, and that’s inevitable."

The woman turned her head and glanced at Yang, "It’s hot, I like to dress this way. There’s nothing dirty about it like you think. Surely those with dirty thoughts see everything as dirty."

Yang couldn’t help but laugh.

She did have quite the formidable reasoning.

"Alright, looks like further talk is useless. I might as well just enjoy myself," Yang said as he pressed down on the woman’s legs with both hands and sped up the rhythm again, very forcefully and swiftly plunging deep.

"Ah... Ah..."

The woman suddenly opened her eyes wide, clutching the bedsheets tightly with both hands.

"Gentler, gentler, you son of a bitch, you promised me... Ah... Ahhhhh..."

Yang switched back to rough mode, moving in and out with brutal force, producing loud smacking sounds.

The woman screamed intensely, her body seeming to suddenly break down.

She didn’t have the energy to curse Yang Fan anymore.

Yang Fan looked down at the place where they were tightly connected, enjoying the squelching noises and the delicate pink folds.

He had to admit, it was quite a sight to behold.

After about twenty minutes, Yang Fan brought the woman’s legs together and continued his vigorous movements.

The woman’s screams gradually subsided into dry, hoarse cries, not exactly melodious.

It seemed like she didn’t have the strength to yell anymore.

Yang Fan focused on her face, flushed with arousal—he thought she was about to roll her eyes back...

This scene startled Yang Fan, and he quickly slowed his pace.

She couldn’t be that delicate, could she?

"Hmm..."

As Yang Fan stopped, the woman let out a long sigh and her body slowly relaxed.

"You... are just... a beast," she said, struggling to open her eyes and glancing at Yang Fan.

Yang Fan raised an eyebrow, "Craft your words carefully. In your condition, it’s very dangerous."

She instantly shut up, "Could you be gentle, please? I really can’t take it anymore. If you keep going, I might die."

"No worries, there are only oxen that die from exhaustion, no land that is plowed to ruin. You have to believe in your strength," Yang Fan said. "Shall I continue then?"

She suddenly widened her eyes and quickly grasped Yang Fan’s arms, "No, I beg you, let me rest for a bit. I really can’t do this anymore. I won’t argue with you; I’ll listen to you, everything you say."

Yang Fan said with some difficulty, "I was trying to make you cry, but you haven’t cried yet."

She was stunned.

"So I... can I cry for you now?" she tentatively asked.

"That doesn’t count. I have to make you cry, not you pretending to," Yang Fan shook his head.

She managed a smile uglier than crying, "You have already made me cry. Look at me, I’m just not the kind to shed tears easily. It’s not your fault, it’s mine, my mistake..."

Yang Fan was taken aback.

This attitude was truly good.

Fearing Yang Fan might start again, she quickly said with urgency, "How about this, let me rest a bit, and later you can use whatever position you want. I’ll even use my mouth for you, explode in my mouth, okay?"

"No, I want to explode inside you," Yang Fan said.

"Ah??" She paused, then shook her head rapidly like a rattle drum, "That won’t do, that really won’t do."

"Then I’ll continue," Yang Fan said. "Just bear with it a little. I think I should be close now, probably about half an hour more. You’ve already endured an hour, so another half hour shouldn’t be a problem."

"No, no, no, I was wrong, do it inside. Just explode in there, please let me rest, I’m practically fainting," she hastily said.

Her attitude at this moment made it impossible for Yang Fan to find fault.

She was incredibly accommodating.

"Have you agreed?" Yang Fan asked with a touch of amusement.

See, such a good attitude.

She nodded repeatedly, "Agreed, agreed, do it inside so not a drop comes out."

"Then I have to reach the deepest part, is that okay?" Yang Fan asked.

"Okay, go to the deepest part," she said immediately.

In her eagerness to rest, it seemed she really went all out—abandoning her pride and even her principles.

"Then take a rest," Yang Fan said. "Seeing how nice your attitude has suddenly become, I’ll make an effort to agree."

Her tensed body relaxed completely.

With a profound look at Yang Fan, her voice weak, she asked, "Did you take something?"