Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 62 - 62 62 Sister-in-law are you cold

62: Chapter 62 Sister-in-law, are you cold?

62: Chapter 62 Sister-in-law, are you cold?

Yang Fan couldn’t help but be startled; what terrible words Yulan was saying.

“I’ll definitely give thanks until Sister Zhang is utterly satisfied, so I’ll hang up now.”

With Little Mother nearby, Yang Fan couldn’t speak too bluntly and just hinted subtly.

After hanging up Yulan’s call, Yang Fan put away his phone and said calmly, “It’s nothing, Little Mother, it was someone I asked for help.”

Wenhui suddenly looked as if she didn’t recognize Yang Fan at all, her face full of shock as she asked, “The person you asked for help is that efficient?”

“Seems like they do have some power,” Yang Fan said with a smile.

“Honestly, I didn’t see it coming.

You actually pulled off something impressive.

As long as this matter is settled, that’s all that matters,” Wenhui said with a relaxed expression, stretching her graceful waist.

“I’ve been almost driven mad recently by that bastard Shen Lin.”

“Tonight, Mom will make you an extra meal and thoroughly process those nutritious dishes you brought!”

“It’s Little Mother, don’t shorten it like that,” Yang Fan said somewhat speechlessly.

Wenhui was being strangely stubborn about this nickname today.

“Little Mother is still a mother, I like to say it that way,” Wenhui said proudly, her eyes twinkling coyly as she sashayed her shapely buttocks into the house.

Yang Fan was somewhat speechless.

What kind of thrilling experience could dropping the word “little” bring her?

It seemed like that was just how it was.

Entering the courtyard, Yang Fan tidied up the recently thrashed area a bit before picking up a bamboo basket, ready to play the role of a rapist.

With the issue of Shen Lin resolved, he felt relieved, and there was inexplicably a lot more motivation in his work.

Although his gratitude was simple, if it weren’t for Yulan’s help this time, his conflict with Shen Lin would have escalated completely, leading to a relentless showdown in the future.

That bastard Shen Lin had always been one to bully others; no one dared to take the slightest advantage of him.

Having been humiliated by Yang Fan and Wenhui like that, there was no way he would keep quiet.

But now, unless he had more influence than Yulan, he should just behave and stay inside.

…

Yang Fan’s flower field was located in a low-lying area next to the tea bushes, a rather poor spot.

Tea bushes are very picky about their location, but things like chrysanthemums are much simpler.

By the time Yang Fan arrived with his bamboo basket on his back, Ye Tong had already filled two bags.

She had come up right after lunch without resting, but Wenhui had been delayed by the sudden arrival of Shen Lin.

“Sister-in-law, take a break!” Yang Fan called out to Ye Tong, who was moving through the flower field.

Ye Tong turned her head, wiped the sweat with the towel around her neck, and smiled, “You’re back?

I’ll work a bit longer, this area’s almost done.

I’ll rest after finishing these.”

Yang Fan responded and plunged into the boundless sea of flowers.

The fresh scent of yellow chrysanthemums was refreshing and invigorating, instantly lightening his mood.

“Why didn’t Little Mother come up?” Ye Tong asked.

“When I came up, she was marinating the meat for tonight, she should be up soon,” Yang Fan replied.

Upon hearing this, Ye Tong smiled and said, “Little Mother is preparing an extra meal tonight, seems like we are in for a treat.”

“You’ve been working so hard, sister-in-law, you definitely deserve an extra meal,” Yang Fan said with a smile.

The two chatted about everyday things as they played the role of rapists, and soon both of their baskets were full.

The weather was too hot; Chrysanthemums dared not be pressed too firmly.

Although the basket looked brimming, it hardly made up a pound for tea.

“Fanzi, take a break,” Ye Tong, wiping the sweat from her face, called out to Yang Fan.

The scorching sun had turned her delicate face a bright red, as if she had just climbed out of a boiler.

Yang Fan walked out of the flower field and handed over the cool bottled water he had brought.

Ye Tong took it, walked into the woods, and sat down directly on the ground.

Probably because the heat had reached its peak, she twisted off the cap and gulped down the bottle of water in one breath.

Wiping off the sweat mixed bead rolling down her jaw, Ye Tong laughed, “This weather is really deadly.

I’m so sunburnt I feel like picking flowers shirtless, and it would be best to have a big fan next to me.”

“There are those small fans that you can hang around your neck.

I’ll buy one for sister-in-law another day!” Yang Fan said.

His thick skin was used to the sun, and he hadn’t thought of it till now.

“No need, I was just saying it casually.

Why waste the money?” Ye Tong, fanning herself with a sun hat, laughed.

“They aren’t very expensive.

I just never thought about it.” Yang Fan said, his gaze unintentionally sweeping around and suddenly caught by a faint pink color that grabbed his attention, his eyes sharpening.

Sister-in-law’s pants had come undone, and she seemed not to have noticed yet.

Pink panties, with a hint of lace edging visible,

the kind that snugly covered those parts.

Because Ye Tong was sitting, her pants were stretched tight, the shape there clearly outlined.

Looking at that, Yang Fan’s mind suddenly flashed to a scene of sister-in-law and Little Mother playing in the attic.

A surge of heat quietly rose from his abdomen; he quietly swallowed and hurriedly looked away.

He didn’t want to act like some kind of moralist, but he worried that staring too intently might get him caught by sister-in-law.

He wanted to look a little longer.

“Sister-in-law, do you women sweat less down there under your buttocks?” Yang Fan asked on purpose.

“How could we not sweat?

We probably sweat even more,” Ye Tong shook her head and said, “Wait, where are you talking about?”

“Just the hairy places, I noticed your armpits weren’t sweaty so I was curious,” Yang Fan shifted his angle to properly face Ye Tong’s now exposed groin as he casually started talking nonsense.

“Not at all, I’m so wet it could drip,” Ye Tong laughed, squeezing her armpits, “Being a woman is really inconvenient, if I were a man, I’d be doing all this shirtless in a tank top.”

“But sweating doesn’t depend on how much hair you have; I have no armpit hair, and that place…

What nonsense are you talking about, what kind of topic is this?”

As she spoke, Ye Tong suddenly got flustered and embarrassed.

Actually, without her mentioning it, Yang Fan knew, her that place was also quite sparse, like the few light-colored hairs behind her neck, not only scarce, but also fine.

He had seen that clearly a long time ago, just never touched it.

“Sister-in-law, have you noticed any place feeling particularly cool?” Yang Fan mischievously asked.

“My neck!” Ye Tong gave Yang Fan a sidelong glance and grumpily said, “Because I’m fanning it.”

“I’m talking about the place you aren’t fanning.” Yang Fan’s gaze moved straight to Ye Tong’s groin and he said with a smile.

Staring brazenly had just officially begun.

Ye Tong looked suspiciously at Yang Fan, her face suddenly reddened, and she quickly covered up there, indignantly shouting, “What are you looking at?

I’m your sister-in-law, be respectful.

You’ll make me angry like this!”

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