Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 467

Chapter 467: Chapter 467

Li Jia’s supple body, radiating scalding heat, squeezed into Yang Fan’s embrace. She clung to him like a clingy demon fox, her breath as fragrant as orchids when she whispered by his ear, "Turn off the lights."

"But I want to see your sexy body!" Yang Fan laughed.

Groping around was always lacking something.

"Then let’s go to the storeroom." Li Jia’s breath was getting hurried.

She seemed to have prepared herself already.

Yang Fan shifted the wooden mace from his right hand to his left and scooped up Li Jia with a princess carry, striding into the storeroom.

This small, somewhat cluttered room had almost become their happy sanctuary.

Under the not-so-bright light of the flashlight, Li Jia was like a ripe peach. Freshly bathed, her face glowed with a dewy pink, her eyes and brows revealing a shy charm. It was as if sparks were flying in her gaze, as if ripples were about to surge forth.

Before Yang Fan could say anything, she had already lifted her own clothes, honestly displaying her beautiful form in front of Yang Fan.

She wore the simplest kind of nightgown, just a single piece of fabric that only needed to be lifted to reveal the beautiful sights without any concealment.

"So beautiful," Yang Fan praised, reaching out to knead those two mounds.

It seemed her little problem had completely disappeared.

Not only that, but those two big lamps seemed to have gotten larger and softer, too.

"Can we turn off the lights now? It’s not that I won’t let you look, I’m worried that if Old Fu wakes up, he’ll see the light," Li Jia nestled into Yang Fan’s arms with her slick body, her voice carrying a hint of coquettish complaint.

This was her first time acting like this, adding a bit of an adorable girl’s charm.

This change in her might be related to the recent new tricks Fu Xuebing had learned.

Yang Fan turned off the flashlight on his phone.

He was actually worried as well.

After all, the storeroom wasn’t far from the front door. Just one look from Fu Xuebing and he’d see everything.

Without light, the storeroom plunged into complete darkness, and the heavy breathing of the two people became even more apparent.

Yang Fan’s hand wandered wantonly over Li Jia’s smooth body, fresh from the bath, and he asked in a soft voice, "Old Fu’s really trying to develop you, huh? I notice he seems to get more extravagant each time."

"All show and no substance, he’s focusing on all the wrong things," Li Jia said.

"You never suspect where Old Fu got those skills from?" Yang Fan asked.

"Can’t be bothered to ask, but it definitely didn’t come from anything decent. I’ve come to terms with it, too. As long as he gives me living expenses, I don’t care whether he does the chores or not. He can pursue his joy, and I’ll have my fun," Li Jia said.

Yang Fan didn’t say much more.

He was only reminding her because Li Jia seemed rather vulnerable, almost completely under Fu Xuebing’s thumb.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t want to meddle too much in these affairs, as talking too much could damage their relationship.

As long as she was aware, then everything would be all right.

"Come, kneel down, help me!"

"...Mhm."

...

An hour later.

Li Jia lay limp in Yang Fan’s arms, seeming too weary even to speak.

"You naughty guy, you’re just too powerful. You make me feel like dying from pleasure, leaving me weak," Li Jia gasped for breath, her soft lips kissing Yang Fan’s chest, each movement revealing a deep yearning.

Yang Fan was also satisfied. He chuckled and said, "You’ve become amazing too, you’ve even learned to clench."

"Ouch... this... Did I not know how to do this before?" Li Jia, who had been very bold just moments ago, suddenly became shy.

"You really didn’t know how to do it before," Yang Fan said with a smile, glancing over Li Jia’s shoulder.

There, a ghastly pale figure stood silently.

With empty, lifeless eyes and a face largely rotted away, she looked like a living paper doll with chunks of its face missing, revealing some indistinguishable dark red substance underneath.

This ghostly thing had been in the room for a while.

It was probably Yang Fan and Li Jia’s movements that had drawn her over.

This sort of thing didn’t seem to be good news.

While Yang Fan couldn’t be sure about other matters, these entities appeared to be especially curious about matters between men and women.

When Fu Xuebing and Li Jia were together before, three specters had gathered around to watch. He had just barely started with Li Jia when this one showed up, although it had been standing at a corner of the wall at a distance until now.

Its expression was very dull, looking exactly like a living paper doll.

As the interaction between Yang Fan and Li Jia became more and more intense, it slowly moved closer.

Yang Fan had encountered three of them before, and two had slipped away right under his nose.

He didn’t want to let this one get away.

At this moment, the mysterious figure was about half a step away from Li Jia’s back.

Yang Fan roughly gauged the distance between them and figured he could strike it.

He quietly grasped the wooden mace placed to one side, pretending to look down at Li Jia, abruptly raised his hand, and suddenly swung the mace.

Thud!

A clean headshot!

He had made the right judgment.

This must be the lowest-level kind.

Now, when he harnesses the cold energy within his Dantian combined with the wooden mace, he can achieve a one-hit kill.

And it’s relatively easy.

As the entity dissipated into nothingness, a faint stream of cold energy quietly entered Yang Fan’s Dantian, slightly but noticeably bolstering the cold energy already there.

This lowest-level mystery provided cold energy that was almost three to five times more than the one he had encountered before. After absorbing it twice, Yang Fan had a clearer judgment now.

"What are you doing?" Li Jia noticed Yang Fan’s action and asked softly.

"I thought I heard a mosquito just now. Your skin is so delicate; it would be such a pity if a mosquito bit you. I was just trying to scare it away," said Yang Fan with a smile, having prepared this excuse before making his move.

Li Jia laughed, "How could you possibly scare it away? But my skin can hardly be described as delicate now; it’s almost aging."

"So smooth, how can it not be tender? Your skin is as soft as you-know-where. You clearly have a deep misunderstanding about yourself," Yang Fan laughed. "Besides, if you come to me more often to get moisturized, I guarantee it will get even softer."

"If you want to do it, just say so, no need to beat around the bush," Li Jia said with a light laugh.

"From now on, I’ll do it whenever you’re free, and I’m free. Just come find me whenever you’re in the mood. I’ll be your... what do they call it? I can’t remember exactly, but just come to me when you want," Yang Fan said.

Yang Fan asked in surprise, "Did Old Fu teach you this?"

"Yes, he said he wanted to cultivate me in that direction. I didn’t really understand it; it all sounded so fancy," Li Jia replied.

Yang Fan: ...

Old Fu was really playing it wild, even trying to venture into the alphabet circle.