Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 426

Chapter 426: Chapter 426

Looking at Diwu Ming’s seductive eyes, Yang Fan wanted to take the gamble on that seventy percent probability.

But thinking of the temperamental nature of these women and their two-faced style, he silently dismissed the idea.

Forget it, let her keep fishing.

Maybe this woman is just enjoying the fishing process, and if he really took the bait, she might just turn on him.

Though the odds of getting snubbed were not high, what if things didn’t work out? Wouldn’t that be awkward to death?

"I can hold out a bit longer," Yang Fan said with an indifferent expression.

He forcefully disguised himself as if his mind was as still as water.

Diwu Ming’s red lips parted slightly, and she chuckled, "Little brother, are you really that timid? Or do you want your sister to tempt you some more, to lure out that worm of desire from your belly?"

"No, I’m really not in the mood to see it today!" Yang Fan immediately waved his hand and said.

If Diwu Ming really did that, he might not be able to control himself.

After all, one knows one’s own affairs best, and Yang Fan had always been aware that his willpower wasn’t all that firm.

"No, you want to!" Diwu Ming said with a mysterious smile, "Unless you’re looking down on my figure."

Yang Fan was left speechless; that was quite the high hat she was putting on him.

Diwu Ming leaned back slightly, her fair right hand gently lifting the fiery red hem of her skirt just a bit, her eyes shimmering with a coaxing softness, she asked softly, "Do you prefer to look at the top? Or the bottom?"

"Children are the ones who make choices. If you really want me to see, then I definitely want to see it all!" said Yang Fan.

"Then, let’s start with the bottom, I prefer to show you my bottom. As for the top, I get shy," Diwu Ming said.

Yang Fan’s mouth twitched slightly.

I don’t believe you for a second!

The word ’shy’ can relate to you?

I bet even that word would run away overnight if it heard your name.

Diwu Ming looked straight at Yang Fan, her eyes like a deep pool of spring water that seemed capable of drawing someone in, coaxing the Si’er subtly, gradually lifting her skirt.

Yang Fan likewise gazed intently.

He saw thighs so pale they almost glowed, and a flash of startling red clasped deep between them.

This woman’s attire was somewhat matching.

Red on the outside, red on the inside, all the same color scheme.

Like a slow-motion stretched to its limit, Yang Fan, with his blood boiling and raging in his head, finally saw the complete inside view — a triangular, red garment that could instantly arouse anyone’s blood.

Yang Fan reached out without reserve.

The bait she laid was simply too rich; Yang Fan couldn’t help but bite.

Reaching out with his right hand, without even touching it, he brushed aside the fiery red garment, exposing the form of her golden valley, "You’re undressing too slowly. Let me do it myself."

Although he had even put his fingers in last time, he actually hadn’t seen what Diwu Ming looked like down there.

With such rich experiences and owning a place like Han Palace, it was quite surprising that it was somewhat pink.

In Yang Fan’s almost certain assumption, given Diwu’s rich life experiences,

She must have been quite sentimental, and that place might have seen many people come and go.

But looking at it now, perhaps he had overthought it.

"Did you shave?" Yang Fan suddenly asked.

"Huh? Little brother, you’re quite thorough, to even notice that," Diwu Ming said, a bit surprised.

"I pay more attention to the places I like," Yang Fan said with a smile.

Last time, he clearly felt that Diwu Ming’s jungle was somewhat sparse.

But now it was completely clean, with nothing at all.

He couldn’t help but wonder, could it be that Diwu Ming came prepared today?

No, their meeting was entirely coincidental.

"Why did you shave your beard?" Yang Fan asked.

Diwu Ming’s lips curled in a seductive, light smile as she gazed intently at Yang Fan, "Of course, it’s to make it more comfortable for you to touch, isn’t it smoother, silkier now?"

"But our visit here was on a whim," Yang Fan said.

"But I was already planning to find you, to get it on!" Diwu Ming leaned slightly forward, approaching Yang Fan with a soft whisper.

Those slightly narrowed eyes hid a myriad of seductions and haziness, like an abyss with no bottom.

Yang Fan raised his palm upright and placed it entirely upon the golden valley, then started to stroke the tender, soft flesh of the golden valley with its tiny, delicate wings, like one would strum the strings of a harp.

Gradually, moist wetness began to seep out, drenching Yang Fan’s fingers.

"You’re wet," Yang Fan said.

Diwu Ming giggled, "Now you can enter, would you like to come in and feel my warmth?"

Even though they had reached this stage, she didn’t show a hint of shyness.

In terms of the atmosphere between the two, she was actually on top, just like their current position suggested.

Yang Fan looked seriously at Diwu Ming, "Can I know why?"

"What reason could there be? It’s either because I want to do you, or I want you to do me," Diwu Ming said.

Yang Fan nodded.

That indeed seemed like a very logical reason.

But considering Diwu Ming’s identity, Yang Fan felt it would be better to know the reason.

Knock knock knock.

Suddenly, there was a knocking on the door of the private room.

Yang Fan knew it was the long-legged Guan Ping. Diwu Ming made no move, and he didn’t stop either.

The door to the room was pushed open, and Guan Ping, with her faintly made-up face and a tall sisterly figure laced with a hint of cuteness, walked in. Seeing the position of Diwu Ming and Yang Fan, she immediately said with embarrassment, "Sorry, Sister Ming, I didn’t know you guys..."

As she spoke, she was about to close the door and leave.

"Wait!" Diwu Ming suddenly called out, "Come in first."

Guan Ping hesitated before she walked in.

However, she didn’t go directly to Yang Fan and Diwu Ming but stood behind the coffee table.

From that position, she couldn’t see exactly what Yang Fan and Diwu Ming were doing, only their posture.

"Xiao Guan, my greedy little brother here wants to have a go with you. What price should he pay to make you willingly take off your clothes?" Diwu Ming said with a light laugh.

She really treated the matter as if it were serious business.

Yang Fan didn’t know what to say, so he chose to say nothing.

Guan Ping was stunned, her cute, innocent cheeks quietly flushing red, "Sister Ming, you know me, I don’t like..."

"Oh, I almost forgot, our Xiao Guan doesn’t actually like men," Diwu Ming said to Yang Fan.

"Actually, it’s not that she has always had this preference; it was because of heartbreak that she switched lanes. It’s also because of this that she ended up at the Han Palace, becoming my employee."

"How about you find a woman for my Xiao Guan, and I’ll convince her to let you sleep with her once?"