Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 507

Chapter 507: Chapter 507

Xiang Xue Ting’s alcohol tolerance was rather poor.

She brought over a total of six cans of beer, but after drinking less than two, she started to sway and talk to herself, her face slightly flushed and her eyes misty as if hiding an unfathomable deep pool. She looked like a ripe peach ready to burst with translucent, sweet juice at a gentle pinch.

"That’s it? Is this how you drink? It’s just a waste of good liquor," Yang Fan couldn’t help but say with a mix of laughter and slight exasperation.

With that kind of tolerance, she should stick to drinking alone occasionally, rather than hitting the liquor scene.

"How am I not okay? Keep going!" Xiang Xue Ting, straining her obviously struggle-filled eyelids, shook the beer can in her hand and yelled at Yang Fan.

The young couple next door was energetically huffing and puffing, making the bed creak and squeak.

The front desk lady, the middle-aged woman who still enjoyed playing games, had been spot on; this place really was like a love nest for vocational school couples. With just two cans of beer, Yang Fan had more or less figured out both his neighbors.

Because the window was open, every sound was particularly clear, and from their conversations, Yang Fan had figured out their identities and could even vaguely guess in what positions they were "exchanging expertise" at home.

"Don’t overdo it if you can’t handle it, just like the lad to our left. He’s clearly out of steam, but still insists on going hard. It’s not only exhausting, but also uncomfortable," Yang Fan said with a laugh.

The young man to the left was quite interesting.

It seemed he didn’t want to waste a minute of the precious time since he’d managed to get a room.

From their conversation just now, it seemed they had already tangled three times, yet the young man wasn’t giving up. He was still going at it, urging his partner to give him a hand and then suggesting she make some scratching actions to add some excitement.

It appeared the young man was quite ambitious, although not very knowledgeable.

Nevertheless, so far, he didn’t seem to have successfully managed to begin their fourth battle.

Xiang Xue Ting snorted from her nose twice, "Don’t make such vulgar comparisons. I’m not like them. If that kind of thing doesn’t work out, then it really doesn’t work. But look at me, do I look like I can’t handle it?"

"Come on then," Yang Fan chuckled lightly. Since you’re so confident in yourself, bring it on.

After all, the bed was right next door; worst case, if she got drunk, she could just lie down on it.

Excited voices came from next door, along with some rough foul language.

It seemed that the young man had finally "made it in."

Thus, Yang Fan’s left and right neighbors started a relay race—moaning and groaning here, grunting and huffing there.

"This place is indeed not suitable for us. It’s too stimulating," Yang Fan said with a light laugh as he took a bite of pig’s ear.

In the past, he didn’t really understand how hotels and inns located next to schools could be so busy.

In his mind, students shouldn’t need to stay at hotels very often.

But now he understood.

Not only did they have business, but it was also excessively good.

"Have you been stimulated?" Xiang Xue Ting opened her blurry eyes, "I’m telling you, you better not have any funny ideas about me. Don’t forget, I have a certain status..."

She was talking but had already sprawled herself on the table.

Yang Fan leaned in to check and gave Xiang Xue Ting a push, "Are you okay?"

No response.

The slightly heavy breathing had already started to sound.

Yang Fan muttered helplessly, "What good is your warning? If I really wanted to do something, your current state isn’t exactly going to stop me. Telling me not to touch you, yet you come over in the middle of the night with alcohol to disturb my sleep; should I consider you cautious, or are you deliberately giving me an opportunity?"

He just couldn’t figure out what this woman was thinking.

Yang Fan tidied up the table briefly before helping Xiang Xue Ting to the bed.

Suddenly, he noticed a small anomaly.

This woman... seemed to have some strength in her body just now?

Usually, people who are asleep from drunkenness almost can’t muster any strength, but Xiang Xue Ting seemed to have an evident force in her feet just now.

A hint of suspicion immediately rose in Yang Fan’s mind.

Could it be that this woman was pretending to be asleep?

He sat down beside Xiang Xue Ting, grabbed her ankle, helped her off with her shoes, and while at it touched her delicate little foot, deliberately saying, "This foot looks really delicate, ’don’t move’ probably doesn’t include the soles, right?"

Xiang Xue Ting had no reaction.

Only her breathing underwent some slight changes.

These were very subtle reactions not easily noticeable by others, but since Yang Fan was constantly observing her, even these minute, hard-to-detect reactions did not escape his eyes.

She really seemed to be pretending to sleep?

But why would she do this?

Could it be that she was doing this on purpose to give him an opportunity? Yang Fan’s thoughts instantly diverged.

After everything that happened today, she should be very tired, yet she didn’t choose to sleep right away but came to him with alcohol instead. Drinking wasn’t really about drinking, and they didn’t talk about serious matters. After two cans of alcohol, she began to pretend to sleep.

All these signs seemed like they were deliberately giving him an opportunity.

"Let’s try again," Yang Fan thought to himself, placing his hand on the button of Xiang Xue Ting’s shirt.

"The weather is so stuffy, I’ll help you take off your clothes; you shouldn’t have any objections, right?"

Xiang Xue Ting was wearing casual attire, but it also resembled a uniform to some extent, with a dark blue short sleeve on the top and somewhat fitted name-brand trousers that seemed to have good elasticity on the bottom, stepping on a pair of sandals with a slight heel.

Her dress was very simple, even ordinary.

But no matter, she was born beautiful with a tall and slender figure, and these common clothes did not detract from her appearance; instead, they lent her a sense of neat and atmospheric beauty.

Yang Fan deliberately slowed his movements and gently unbuttoned the second button.

The first button was already open.

The delicate collarbone, definitely big enough to harbor a little fish, was completely exposed.

Xiang Xue Ting’s long eyelashes fluttered slightly, her body tensed visibly, but she continued to feign sleep.

It seemed that this still wasn’t her limit.

Yang Fan chuckled, "Alright, stop pretending to sleep, or I might really take advantage of you."

Xiang Xue Ting abruptly opened her eyes, asking somewhat shyly, "How did you find out?"

"You can tell just by looking that someone has been drinking, and with a little more thought, it’s easy to notice," Yang Fan said with a smile. "Have you ever seen someone who has fallen asleep from being drunk still have the strength to prop up their own body? It’s normal to have some awareness and do that, but for you to still stand firmly while supposedly asleep, that’s clearly not right."

Xiang Xue Ting seemed embarrassed, "You actually have the makings of a detective; those eyes are really sharp."

"Tell me, why were you pretending to sleep?" Yang Fan asked.

Xiang Xue Ting hesitated for a moment, then suddenly rolled her eyes, "Never mind, I take back what I just said; you’ve only got a keen eye, but you’re quite oblivious inside. No matter, you... go to sleep early too, I’m going to bed as well."