Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 509

Chapter 509: Chapter 509

Yang Fan’s kiss made Xue Ting surrender in an instant.

She could no longer suppress her soft moans.

Initially, she had thought of resisting, stubbornly clenching her buttocks, trying to stop Yang Fan from proceeding.

But eventually, she relaxed her body, and her buttocks slightly arched upwards, showing some signs of compliance.

Yang Fan quickly noticed her subtle reaction and was overjoyed.

That was the right state.

However, he didn’t stop there. Seizing the moment while Xue Ting was more cooperative, his right hand slid forward, grasping the soft and plump front, and began to knead and play with that little Honey Bean.

Xue Ting’s breathing and moans gradually became more rapid.

Although she was desperately trying to control herself, her body writhed like a fish desperately in need of water.

"Do you still want to stop? Stop messing around," Xue Ting softly cried out.

Yang Fan smiled, "That depends on whether you give in to me or not?"

"Haven’t you lost your mind? Didn’t you say even dying would be worth it?"

"Right, but I still need your approval to perform well, otherwise it affects my performance."

"You, I don’t know, do whatever you want."

"Oh... I understand." Yang Fan then resumed his busy activities.

Xue Ting was already a mess, close to moving on her own.

Now, it seemed inevitable, Xue Ting voicing that phrase was just a matter of time.

"Ah..." Xue Ting twisted her body, moaning in a mix of crying and laughing.

"Stop, don’t come over, I give, I give, you... go ahead."

"Really? Then take off your clothes," Yang Fan said with a slight curl of his lips.

See, now that was more like it.

"You... you do it," Xue Ting said, her face blushing as she shyly looked up at Yang Fan and muttered.

Yang Fan, of course, would not refuse such an offer, and quickly stripped Xue Ting, reducing her to a little white lamb.

She was very shy, hardly daring to look directly at Yang Fan.

Even though she turned to face him, she covered her head with a pillow the moment she turned around.

"Our great police officer, how can you be so shy? Look at me," Yang Fan teased deliberately.

"I won’t! Don’t push it," Xue Ting yelled, "If you keep dawdling, I, I might change my mind."

"Alright, here I come," Yang Fan said as he parted Xue Ting’s slender legs and leaned down to press against her.

"Ah, ah..."

...

Yang Fan had never expected Xue Ting to still be a virgin.

Although it felt truly delightful, this discovery genuinely troubled him.

He didn’t know what to say, so he said nothing, ready to speak when Xue Ting did.

This was a bad situation.

Given his current circumstances, he definitely couldn’t give Xue Ting any assurances or take any responsibility.

Xue Ting nestled in Yang Fan’s arms, her face still flushed with heavy shyness, her blush like the finest rouge, making her look delicate and mesmerizing.

"Are you satisfied now?" she asked sweetly.

Yang Fan pulled his wandering thoughts together and nodded, "Were you prepared for this when you came?"

"No way, you’re just too lecherous, now you just wait for your doom," Xue Ting said coyly.

Yang Fan chuckled, "Alright."

The silence fell between them once again.

"Do you, do you still have energy?" Xue Ting suddenly asked.

Yang Fan looked down, somewhat surprised, at Xue Ting, "Yes."

"Do you want to... move a little more? This feels really comfortable..." Xue Ting whispered, her words trailing off as she became too embarrassed to continue, hiding her face in Yang Fan’s arms.

Yang Fan was stunned.

Was her constitution really that good?

For a novice, she had adapted very quickly and even wanted a second round.

It almost seemed as if she was addicted.

"I’m fine, but can you still handle it?" Yang Fan asked.

Although it was Xue Ting who brought it up, Yang Fan was still worried about her condition.

A seasoned woman might need a good rest after just one round, yet she recovered quite fast.

"I think I can handle it," Xue Ting said. "Let’s try..."

"Okay, let’s try. If you feel you can’t handle it, just let me know," Yang Fan said.

He was eager for more opportunities, only worried that Xue Ting’s body might not hold up; otherwise, he would have been on it earlier.

Such a tender, beautiful woman deserved more than just one round; it would be such a waste to stop there.

...

The next day.

Yang Fan and Xue Ting naturally woke up late.

They left just around the checkout time.

Since they arrived late the night before and explored the mysteries of their bodies twice, Yang Fan didn’t notice what time they fell asleep, but it was probably close to dawn.

Leaving Fenglinwan Hotel, Yang Fan and Xue Ting had a meal by the street before Xue Ting hurried off.

She had to attend a meeting at her office.

Yang Fan was somewhat in awe of Xue Ting’s physical endurance, almost unbelievably good.

She was excessively healthy.

Despite being new to physical intimacy and going for two rounds the previous evening, she showed hardly any signs of it.

Her walk was slightly awkward, but that was about it.

Although Yang Fan was gentle because it was her first time, her performance surpassed that of ninety-nine percent of women.

After Xue Ting left, Yang Fan also called Old Shen to inquire about the situation there.

Old Shen’s voice sounded tired over the phone, mentioning that they had managed to control some aspects, waiting for Xue Ting’s progress, and would then decide the next steps. If the authorities didn’t intervene, there was only so much they could do at the moment.

Yang Fan understood and advised Old Shen to rest before ending the call.

Handling Xue Ting’s neighborhood was indeed difficult with just personal effort.

The situation was complex, and considering the residents in the neighborhood, one person couldn’t bear the responsibility alone.

Yang Fan didn’t go there again but directly returned to town.

That place had left a significant impression on him, and he wasn’t curious to find out more.

If he had been more capable, that haunted place could have been an excellent opportunity to improve his skills.

Unfortunately, he wasn’t skilled enough.

He didn’t want to mess with that karma a second time.

Bai Cao Pavilion.

The shop door was open, and when Yang Fan walked in, his sister-in-law and Meng Zhu were sitting opposite each other, drinking tea and chatting.

"What has the busy bee been up to these past few days? Running a store like this, making money must be tough!" Meng Zhu said with a hidden tender affection, smiling.

Yang Fan plopped onto a sofa near the door, gesturing dismissively, "Don’t even mention it. If I could, I wouldn’t want to run around either. It’s just that I’m forced by circumstances, there’s no helping it."

"I heard from sister-in-law that you got involved with that murder case?" Meng Zhu asked.

Yang Fan nodded, "I shouldn’t say much, but yes, that’s the case."