Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 428

Chapter 428: Chapter 428

Guan Ping’s buttocks were very shapely.

When she turned around and leaned over the coffee table, the shape was the epitome of a perfect juicy peach.

And the outfit she chose today was also incredibly sexy.

The tight jeans, which looked no different from yoga pants, outlined her buttocks so meticulously that every detail was visible.

And because of the clothing she wore, it added an extra unusual charm that was extremely alluring.

Yang Fan stared intently, truly wishing he could bite into them.

The tightly clenched area of her buttocks presented a small, bulging mound, with some shapes faintly distinguishable.

Yang Fan reached out his hand and rested it on those perky buttocks, feeling a slippery touch, full of elasticity, and exceedingly soft.

"Hmm..."

This subtle touch made Guan Ping softly moan, her body suddenly tensing.

Her reaction was definitely not because Yang Fan’s touch was pleasurable; she was probably also a little nervous.

"Naughty brother, don’t forget me either," Diwu Ming leaned back slightly, putting her right hand on the coffee table to support herself, while her left hand also rested on Guan Ping’s buttocks.

"Isn’t this butt incredible? Xiao Guan’s figure really makes men obsessed and women envious, jealous, and resentful. How can a woman with a pretty face also have a figure and height that develop to this extent, it’s simply unreasonable."

"Sister Ming, your figure is great too!" Yang Fan timely praised.

He definitely couldn’t agree with Diwu Ming’s words, as that would be indirectly admitting that Diwu Ming’s figure wasn’t good.

He couldn’t do something so foolish.

After groping for a while, Diwu Ming urged, "Hurry up and strip her. I’ve already hiked up my skirt, and she’s still all tidy. I’m feeling imbalanced here, quickly get her undressed."

Yang Fan was already struggling to hold back, he wanted to see what Guan Ping truly looked like on the inside.

With a grasp at the waistband, Yang Fan pulled Guan Ping’s pants down.

Soon, a large expanse of her fair buttocks was exposed.

Nowadays, apart from those too lazy to move, women’s skin seems to come in only white and whiter.

However, Guan Ping’s fairness was probably mostly natural.

You could tell by looking at her complexion; she was one of those women with skin that’s both white and delicate.

The type of skin where a casual pinch could leave a mark.

Yang Fan pulled down Guan Ping’s pants along with the white underwear inside to her knees before stopping.

Looking at the tightly clenched area between her buttocks, Yang Fan’s breath grew suddenly rapid.

Having a pretty face and a good figure was one thing, but this woman was exceptional even here.

This woman was simply too much.

The sight of that rich, narrow valley caused Yang Fan’s nose to tingle, feeling as if he was about to have a nosebleed.

The "little tent" was instantly pitched high.

"Wow, Xiao Guan, you’re so beautiful here!" Diwu Ming exclaimed, staring intently.

Even she, being a woman, had such a reaction, so it seemed normal for Yang Fan to react this way now.

"Naughty brother, go!" Diwu Ming waved her arm excitedly.

"Wait, no, let me go first; Xiao Guan should prefer being eaten now. I’ll make her feel good first."

As she spoke, Diwu Ming quickly got up from Yang Fan, hugged Guan Ping’s snowy buttocks, and buried her head there.

In fact, Yang Fan wanted to say that he was also capable of doing this.

It didn’t have to be a woman necessarily.

Seeing this, Yang Fan could only walk around to Guan Ping’s front, preparing to unlock another mysterious area of Guan Ping.

He sat on the coffee table, with Guan Ping squeezed in his embrace, while Diwu Ming moved back a bit and leaned on the couch.

Three people achieved a very unusual balance in that position.

However, overall, it seemed like Guan Ping was caught in a crossfire.

Both Yang Fan and Diwu Ming had developed a strong interest in Guan Ping’s superb figure.

Guan Ping’s upper body was clad in a light grey tank top.

Actually, Yang Fan didn’t know the exact name of the piece of clothing, so he just referred to it as a tank top for now.

This style of vest seemed to be very popular this summer.

Yang Fan had seen it many times, as quite a few women paired it with pleated skirts.

The overall look was very youthful and sunny.

He reached out and touched the outside, feeling its softness, and could distinctly make out the shape of her breasts.

It seemed Guan Ping wasn’t wearing an extra bra underneath, just that one piece of clothing on her upper body.

After giving them a slight squeeze, Yang Fan then took off the small vest from around her neck.

Yang Fan was wrong.

There was another piece underneath, barely there, a white bib.

Pulling the bib down, two perfectly identical and full breasts popped out, astonishingly elastic.

Guan Ping’s bust was not particularly large but by no means small.

They were round, her nipples small and pink, looking extremely tempting.

Yang Fan grabbed one of them and played with it possessively.

"Mmm..." Guan Ping blushed and gently moaned, and then softly asked, "Do you need me to moisten it with my mouth first? Mmm... Never mind, you surely want it."

She answered her own question.

Then she leaned down, untied the drawstring on Yang Fan’s pants, and her cherry lips moved to envelop him.

Whether it was because of her work here or her past life experiences,

she was very skilled at this.

Her tender mouth gave Yang Fan a feeling of being instantly transported to heaven, like he was almost floating.

As Yang Fan fondled her incredibly elastic breast, he suddenly thought of a question.

How could such a superb girl have been hurt in love?

Was the man who had been with Guan Ping blind or did he have some psychological issues?

Even if Guan Ping had some faults and shortcomings elsewhere, at least for her beauty and figure, they should have been tolerable. Such a woman was a rare gem, hard to find even with a lantern.

Yang Fan silently thanked Guan Ping’s ex-boyfriend in his heart.

If it weren’t for his abandonment, Yang Fan certainly wouldn’t be experiencing this woman’s splendor.

Thump, thump, thump.

Suddenly, a knocking sound came from outside the private room.

Diwu Ming lifted his head from between Guan Ping’s buttocks and asked loudly, "What’s up? Don’t come in, talk from outside!"

"Sister Guan, two guests have started fighting. One is our regular customer here, and the other is Mr. Zhao brought by Mr. Zhou. It’s pretty vicious, Sister Guan, you should come and see," the waiter outside said urgently.

Diwu Ming’s eyelids sank down, and he said angrily, "This is such a buzzkill."

"You two go ahead and play, I’ll check it out."

Guan Ping immediately responded, "Sister Ming, this is my problem, I should go take a look, you guys continue."

With that, she had already quickly dressed.

They were both willing to make concessions because of this incident.

"Forget it, let’s go together. One of the fighters is Old Zhao, and I can’t just ignore it. We’ll get back to this later," Yang Fan said helplessly. The little truck prince was suddenly so impulsive today that he even got into a fight.