Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 45 - 45 45 Talking to Dad

45: Chapter 45: Talking to Dad 45: Chapter 45: Talking to Dad Wei Juan, with her delicate little mouth, gave Yang Fan yet another taste of life’s new pinnacle.

Due to the excessive stimulation, Yang Fan didn’t last long this time; the whole thing was over in just over half an hour.

Both being inexperienced, Yang Fan forgot to remind Wei Juan, and she also didn’t realize Yang Fan was about to come, still energetically swallowing.

As a result, she was caught off guard when it shot straight into her throat.

What Wei Juan actually caught with the tip of her tongue was only a small part; the majority had smoothly gone down her throat.

Yang Fan put on his pants and took some toilet paper into the bathroom.

Wei Juan was naked, gagging non-stop over the toilet.

Seeing her in such discomfort, Yang Fan couldn’t help feeling a bit guilty.

He passed her the paper and whispered, “If you really can’t stand it, maybe you could try using your fingers?

That way you can throw it up.

I was just too comfortable earlier, I completely forgot to warn you.”

Wei Juan took the toilet paper, wiped her mouth, and said annoyed, “You did that on purpose, wanting me to swallow it, didn’t you?”

“No, I swear I didn’t,” Yang Fan immediately replied with solemn earnest.

If their relationship were to become more intense, he might indeed make such an outlandish request.

But for now, he really didn’t have that in mind.

Wei Juan chuckled dismissively, “It’s actually no big deal; it’s just that you choked me just now.

I’ve swallowed it now, so what’s done is done.

Even though it’s a bit uncomfortable mentally, it didn’t taste weird or anything, no harm done.”

As she spoke, she smacked her lips twice, carefully savoring the aftertaste in her mouth.

Yang Fan stared at Wei Juan, dumbfounded, then suddenly blurted out without thinking, “So in the future…”

“You really do have such bad intentions, you villain!” Wei Juan glared at him fiercely, fuming as she pointed at Yang Fan.

Yang Fan chuckled lightly, “Entrapment, huh?

If you hadn’t brought it up, I really wouldn’t have thought about it.

Just now was a genuine accident.”

“Fine, I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt,” Wei Juan said with a slight coquettish tilt of her chin, “Do you still want me to do it in the future?”

“It depends on your situation,” Yang Fan smiled.

Of course, he did have that desire, and it was strong too.

A sly smile curled up at the edge of Wei Juan’s mouth as she said, “Let’s make a deal then.

If you can really manage to get this thing done smoothly, then I’ll make your little friend my breakfast every day, never missing a meal.”

Yang Fan instantly became excited, “That’s what you said, no going back on your word!”

However, Wei Juan’s words caused a somewhat unsettling thought to sprout unexpectedly in his heart.

Perhaps Wei Juan had planned to use him to deal with Shen Lin from the very beginning.

But such an offering made the trade worth it in Yang Fan’s eyes.

Under the circumstance of shared interests, there wasn’t really any question of being used.

If Wei Juan truly harbored such thoughts, her actions were an absolute sacrifice.

“As long as we can make this happen, there’s not just this one benefit,” Wei Juan said with a secretive smile, her voice drawing out mysteriously, “I also want to be a real woman, not confined here, nor do I want to shackle my own body.”

Yang Fan instantly understood what Wei Juan meant.

“With your words, I’ll see this task through, even at the risk of my own life,” Yang Fan declared resoundingly.

“Let’s not talk about life-threatening risks; we will do what we can,” Wei Juan replied softly.

Yang Fan nodded in agreement.

With the connection to Zhang Yulan, he felt that his chances were already no less than fifty to sixty percent.

Hope was right in front of him.

It wouldn’t be long before he could enjoy the ultimate service of Wei Juan, the moistened young woman.

After chatting for a while and developing some post-event intimacy, Yang Fan finally left the hotel.

As he was descending the stairs, the bespectacled young girl at the front desk suddenly asked, “What kind of medicine did you take?

Do you have a source?”

Yang Fan’s steps halted abruptly, and he asked with some confusion, “What medicine?”

“The kind that improves your skills!” The girl’s face turned red, and she asked somewhat awkwardly.

Yang Fan was speechless.

What was wrong with this girl?

Why was she saying such odd things?

“I don’t understand what you’re talking about,” Yang Fan said, waving his hand.

“Hey, don’t be in such a hurry to leave, let’s talk about it, hey.” Seeing Yang Fan about to exit, the young girl quickly called out, “Your medicine seems quite effective.

If you have a source, we could partner up, split the profits fifty-fifty, what do you say?”

At this point, Yang Fan finally understood what she meant and was completely stunned.

What in the world was going through this girl’s head?

“Are you using your imagination to talk to me?” Yang Fan said, his face showing his speechlessness, “I haven’t taken any medicine, and I don’t need to.”

“How could it be imagination?

I mean…” The girl strategically adjusted her glasses and immediately stopped herself.

She had almost blurted out that she had been eavesdropping around the corner.

Just a few minutes before, and now it took dozens of minutes; clearly, the medicine had boosted performance, and yet he stubbornly refused to admit it.

“Fine, if you don’t want to admit it, let’s pretend I didn’t say anything,” the girl said, waving her hand.

“But if you change your mind, you can always come to me.

There are quite a few guests who stay here, so the sales should be good.”

“As for these little umbrellas, I can sell a big box in three days, and the profit is pretty substantial.”

Yang Fan: …

This girl didn’t seem old, but she really had a knack for business, even thicker-skinned than him, who roamed the streets and alleys.

“If you want to do this business, look for someone else.

You really misunderstood,” Yang Fan said, shaking his head as he left the hotel.

They actually suspected that he used medicine to enhance his abilities, did he need it?

Just relying on his own abilities had Wu Xuelan leaning against the wall already, if he were to add a bit more to the mix, wouldn’t it be lethal?

He mounted his nearly empty second-hand tricycle and chased the evening glow back to Shicheng Village.

In this season, the evening was the most pleasant.

The wind was gentle, the air no longer hot and dry, which instantly made one feel relaxed.

However, Yang Fan’s mood did not last long before it was swept clean by an inauspicious visitor.

Upon arriving home, as soon as Yang Fan entered, he saw Shen Lin sitting carelessly in the courtyard, eating watermelon and drinking.

“Fanzi is back, huh?

How’d you do today?” Shen Lin wiped off the watermelon juice trickling down his mouth with his rough hand, grinning with a mouthful of yellow teeth in a smug manner.

Yang Fan stared coldly at this absolute scoundrel and asked sarcastically, “What trouble are you looking for today?

Spit it out!”

“Hey, you little rascal, how do you talk to your dad?

Come here, have a couple of drinks with dad!” Shen Lin waved and said indignantly, “We father and son will talk over drinks, and let the alcohol dissolve the conflict.”