Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 744

Chapter 744: Chapter 744

"Huh? You’re not willing?" Yang Fan exclaimed deliberately, feigning surprise.

Fan Sisi’s lips curled into a proud smile, her radiant cheeks slightly raised as she replied, "If you’re injecting right now, I’m willing. But if it’s just teasing, then I’m not. Making someone uncomfortable without scratching the itch—I definitely won’t agree to that."

"Right now? Come on, let me take a look at how swollen it’s gotten." Yang Fan joked, opening his arms invitingly toward Fan Sisi.

"I don’t want to. You’re tricking me, you’re not even free right now." Fan Sisi muttered.

Yun Miaoyi stood at the side, a playful smile on her face as she suddenly tilted her hips toward Yang Fan and said softly, her voice gentle and coquettish, "Fanzi, why don’t you take a look at mine? I think you’ve made mine swollen too."

Yang Fan’s heart suddenly ignited with heat.

This posture was mesmerizing.

The snug denim shorts clung tightly to her hips, outlining a shape so perfect it was almost too much to take in.

Fan Sisi’s eyes widened in a moment of annoyance before she rushed over, shoving Yun Miaoyi aside. Then, like a vampire, she pounced and bit Yun Miaoyi’s pale neck, shouting, "You little flirt! You’ve betrayed me! I’m going to bite you to death—hand over your life!"

Yun Miaoyi laughed and cried out, "Fanzi obviously wants to play! You don’t want to, but I don’t mind..."

"Shut up! What did you say to me before? This is your idea of sticking together in mutual support?" Fan Sisi yelled.

"Ah... I forgot..." Yun Miaoyi shouted.

"You little flirt. You did it on purpose. I’ll make you pay for betraying me."

"Ah... ah, ah, no! That tickles! It tickles! Hahaha! Stop..."

Yang Fan sat motionless, watching the two women tussle.

The scene was filled with fragrant air and vivid beauty—it was truly captivating.

"I was wrong, Sisi. I was wrong. Please forgive me this time." Yun Miaoyi whimpered pitifully as Fan Sisi tickled her mercilessly.

Finally, Fan Sisi let go, huffing lightly like a victorious rooster, brimming with confidence as she declared, "Wrong, huh? Then let me have some fun too—no, let us both have some fun, and maybe I’ll forgive you."

"...Alright, alright then." Yun Miaoyi muttered weakly before turning, lifting her perfect hips.

Fan Sisi crossed her arms and rested her chin on her hand, observing for a moment before saying, "This doesn’t look great. Pull them down a bit more yourself—I want to see the truth, admire the truth."

"Isn’t this bad? There are cameras over there, and someone might come at any moment." Yun Miaoyi hesitated.

Fan Sisi glanced around and said, "Relax, the cameras don’t reach here. If someone comes, I’ll warn you—I’ll keep watch. Your little ’treasure’ belongs to Fanzi now; I won’t let anyone else see it either."

"Didn’t you say you were wrong? What kind of sincerity is this if you can’t even do this? Is this your attitude for admitting a mistake?"

Yun Miaoyi bit her lip in hesitation, her face filled with conflicted emotion. After a long pause, her hands gently moved to her waist and unfastened the button on her denim shorts, "Can we just hurry? Someone might really see us. This is my hometown—if anyone catches us, I’ll never be able to come back. My name will spread far and wide for sure."

Fan Sisi giggled and teased, "The Yun Family’s eldest daughter, pulling down her pants in a sunny orchard to show off to a man? That sounds pretty scandalous, doesn’t it?"

"I’m being serious!" Yun Miaoyi protested, pouting.

Fan Sisi regained her composure and nodded seriously, "Don’t worry, don’t worry. I won’t let anything like that happen. Like I said earlier—you belong to Fanzi now. I wouldn’t let anyone else see."

"Hurry up, hurry up, I want to see those cheeks."

Yun Miaoyi glanced nervously toward the orchard gate before gently pulling down her shorts.

Yang Fan stared fixedly, the scene seemingly triggering a volcano within him, preparing to release its fiery eruption in full force.

These two women genuinely knew how to play.

With the smallest movement, they managed to thoroughly arouse him.

"Sisi, why don’t you join in?" Yang Fan suggested.

"No, I need to deal with this little flirt first—she betrayed me just now." Fan Sisi replied.

"You can join in while still dealing with her—just change the angle a bit." Yang Fan urged.

Fan Sisi turned to him, her gaze mischievous as she teased, "You really want to see me too, huh?"

"Yes," Yang Fan answered firmly.

Fan Sisi giggled, "Alright, I’ll reluctantly agree. But for mine, you’ll need to discover it yourself. For now, I’ll focus on playing with this little flirt first."

With that, she reached into her skirt and swiped down, pulling out a small, pure white item from her ankle. She crumpled it into a ball and stuffed it into Yang Fan’s pocket, saying, "Keep this safe for me."

Her outfit for today was a white skirt, radiating a youthful, vibrant charm—sunny, playful, and adorable.

By this point, Yun Miaoyi had finally eased her denim shorts down.

"Fanzi, aren’t these hips lovely?" Fan Sisi teased.

Yang Fan nodded.

This wasn’t just lovely—it was so striking he could barely control his breathing.

The sudden intensity of the situation was overwhelming for him.

"Let me carefully investigate what makes this little flirt so cheeky." Fan Sisi said, stepping over to place her hands on Yun Miaoyi’s hips. Suddenly, she exclaimed, "Whoa, Fanzi, come look at what I’ve found! Water—lots of water—it’s like a flood!"

Yun Miaoyi’s cheeks visibly flushed, turning crimson like a chameleon in an instant.

"Don’t—don’t touch it. Just look, that’s enough..." she whispered meekly, her voice barely louder than a mosquito’s buzz.

Fan Sisi laughed, "With something this gorgeous, I’d be letting you down if I didn’t touch it."

As Fan Sisi toyed with Yun Miaoyi, Yang Fan’s hands were busy exploring under Fan Sisi’s skirt. Despite her teasing Yun Miaoyi about a supposed ’flood,’ she wasn’t much better off herself.

...

In this orchard full of fragrant fruits, the three of them played around covertly, their actions laced with secrecy and exhilaration.

If not for the sudden arrival of a group of guests, their playful antics might have escalated far beyond words and teasing—encompassing full-bodied interaction and cries of passion.

Due to the unexpected arrival of the guests, the trio reluctantly paused their ’battle,’ regained their composure, and redirected their focus onto the tasks Mr. Fan had assigned.

Yun Miaoyi quickly slipped her shorts back on before sneaking away with Fan Sisi, heading into town to buy tools for Yang Fan.

After they left, Yang Fan suddenly remembered that Fan Sisi’s panties were still in his pocket.

That cheeky girl had actually gone commando...

Not long afterward, Fan Sisi and Yun Miaoyi returned, carrying a bunch of tools.

Yang Fan glanced at the guests seated about 40-50 meters away. Turning to Fan Sisi, he whispered, "Going commando—how does it feel?"

"Exciting. I feel like the wind is violating me." Fan Sisi giggled.

"But I prefer you violating me—come here already."