Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 501

Chapter 501: Chapter 501

The well below was shrouded in a foggy darkness, so thick that one couldn’t see their own hands before them.

"If we were to die like this, don’t blame me, I had no other choice but to trust that old Deng." In the deathly silence, Yang Fan suddenly spoke up.

Xue Ting rested her chin on Yang Fan’s shoulder, her breathing a little hurried, "Although this outcome might be somewhat hard for me to accept, how could I blame you? If not for you, I would probably have died several times over by now."

"I’ve been no help at all, only holding you back, I should be the one apologizing."

Yang Fan chuckled lightly, actually feeling calm at that moment.

There was no anger, nor reluctance, just a sense of tiredness, truly wanting to sleep.

"Let’s just say neither of us has to apologize," Yang Fan said. "Your buttocks do feel quite nice though, do you mind if I take a little advantage?"

Xiang Xue Ting felt a mix of embarrassment and annoyance, "This is the first time I’ve met someone who’s so open about taking advantage of someone else."

You were groping around before, and I... didn’t say anything.

Yang Fan chuckled, "Just a joke, feeling like we’re steadily walking towards death makes me a bit more reckless."

"I suggest you’d better keep both hands on the rope, just in case you don’t hold on tightly and fall to your death, now that would really be a loss." Xiang Xue Ting muttered shyly, "If you want to... once we get out alive, I might let you take some liberties."

Yang laughed while teasing, "Skipping all the prelude of romantic development and just get on with it?"

Xiang Xue Ting huffed, "What are you thinking, I mean touch, just a touch on the buttocks."

Yang Fan laughed, "Alright then, remember you said it yourself, don’t go back on your word. For the sake of touching your buttocks, I have to muster up the spirit to safely make our way down and strive to get out alive."

"Stop talking, I’ve realized... you’re really a hooligan," Xue Ting chided, embarrassed.

Yang Fan laughed heartily, unapologetically, "That’s true, I won’t deny it. Can I make a small request?"

"What, what else do you want to request that’s unreasonable?" Xue Ting asked nervously.

"Nothing much, just a small matter; hold me tighter, let me feel it a bit more," Yang Fan said.

"He who doesn’t take the opportunities is a fool," although he couldn’t get handsy, he wasn’t going to let this chance slip by.

"You really are a rogue," Xue Ting chided softly, but her body obediently clung tightly to Yang Fan.

Those two soft mounds felt like two little warm furnaces pressed against Yang Fan’s back.

Only Xue Ting’s bra was slightly thick, diminishing the softness of that sensation somewhat.

Yang Fan had always been curious about one thing, why do a woman’s intimate areas seem to have an extra degree of warmth?

Gradually, suddenly a bit of brightness appeared beneath their feet.

That foggy darkness was shown in its true form, just a patch of gray mist.

Thud.

Yang Fan’s feet found solid ground, and the surrounding mist instantly dissipated, revealing the underground parking garage.

The rope rustled as it fell to the ground beside Yang Fan’s feet.

"We, we made it out alive."

Xue Ting looked around, then suddenly hugged Yang Fan’s neck and shook him excitedly a few times.

Yang Fan also heaved a sigh of relief, feeling like he had survived a great calamity.

We survived!

The old Leng actually didn’t lie, and he had some conscience after all.

Their current position was about a few dozen steps from the previous staircase, just a short reach from another unit’s entrance to the underground parking garage.

Yang Fan bent down to pick up the bundle of ropes.

Although he had no intention of using it again, the rope wasn’t ordinary, so he thought it might come in handy for something else.

"Mr. Yang, you, you can put me down now," Xiang Xue Ting said with a hint of embarrassment, in a soft voice.

She was ready to get down just now, but Yang Fan caught her buttocks with his left hand, stopping her.

"It’s okay, I’m not tired, I’ll carry you for a bit longer," Yang Fan said.

Having survived, he finally felt somewhat relieved.

Xiang Xue Ting shyly lowered her head, "You’re such a hooligan, but if you insist, keep carrying me."

A sly gleam flashed in her eyes as she chuckled lightly, "Originally, I thought you wanted to touch without any clothes involved. Since you’re satisfied with this, it’s even better."

Yang Fan’s ascending footsteps suddenly halted, "You’re not teasing me, are you?"

"You’ve already touched, so that definitely doesn’t count," Xiang Xue Ting slyly smiled, "Even though the condition you bargained for was absurd and hard for me to fulfill, I thought, since you saved my life, even if I took my pants off and let you touch, it wouldn’t be a big deal. After all, compared to my life, this is nothing."

Yang Fan suspiciously turned his head to look at Xiang Xue Ting, "You’re pulling my leg, right? You think I can’t tell? If that’s really what you thought, I’d swallow my tongue."

"Not at all, I certainly need to thank you for saving my life, right? You set the condition, and it seemed barely acceptable to me. So I figured I should go to the greatest extent—taking it off would mean a real touch, who knew you’d think so innocently," Xiang Xue Ting giggled mischievously.

She had turned the tables, making her very happy, even ignoring the fact that Yang Fan’s hand was still on her buttocks.

"A woman’s mouth is a deceitful ghost!" Yang Fan murmured, then an idea suddenly struck him, and his right hand awkwardly hooked upwards, slipping into the waist of Xiang Xue Ting’s pants.

Seems he could touch it that way too.

Xiang Xue Ting’s body stiffened abruptly, her pretty face quickly flushing with a deep blush.

"It’s fine, no need to take it off, this little touch works for me," Yang Fan said, holding back a laugh, "Making you take off your pants for me to touch wantonly, I’m also worried you’d feel restrained."

"You..."

Yang Fan spoke with a smile, "No need to rush to thank me for my understanding, it’s quite alright this way. This buttocks is really smooth, the touch is indeed better when it’s directly on the skin."

Xiang Xue Ting felt like she wanted to die.

She had dug her own grave with her clever ploy.

And yet she couldn’t say anything else, because she had just said it herself.

"Let’s leave this place quickly, I feel uneasy just looking at it," Yang Fan said as he continued to hold Xiang Xue Ting’s buttocks with his left hand, while his right hand roamed inside, and he hurriedly left the underground parking lot, heading to the first floor.

"Ah... not there!"

Xiang Xue Ting suddenly let out a soft cry, clasping her hands tightly around Yang Fan’s neck.

Yang Fan asked as if clueless, "What’s wrong?"

"You can’t touch that spot, just the buttocks..." Xiang Xue Ting blushed and said with irritated shyness.

"Oh... sorry, your buttocks are rather small, my hand slipped by accident. But why is that spot so hot? Warm and slippery," Yang Fan said deliberately.

He had done it on purpose, of course. Having come this far, how could he not take a little extra?

"Stop talking, stop, or I’ll bite you to death!" Xiang Xue Ting protested heatedly.