Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 66 - 66 66 Taboos and Impulses

66: Chapter 66 Taboos and Impulses 66: Chapter 66 Taboos and Impulses Facing Ye Tong’s genuine threat, Zhou Wenhui immediately restrained herself and stopped teasing.

Then she took off her sun-protective clothing and tied it around Ye Tong’s waist to cover up the torn pants.

Although Ye Tong’s embarrassment was solved, Zhou Wenhui suddenly exposed large areas of her pale skin.

The weather was too hot, and her clothing was quite simple; beneath the sun-protective clothing, she only wore a basic tank top without even a bra, just the tank top covering her two large, full breasts.

Her assets were significantly larger than Ye Tong’s, looking just like two big papayas tightly squeezed together.

Because she wasn’t wearing a bra, the shape was almost clearly visible, even the two focal points subtly protruded.

“Little Mother, you gave me your clothing, but isn’t it not very good for you to look like this?” Ye Tong said.

Zhou Wenhui, completely unconcerned, waved her hand and said, “There’s no one else around here, they can’t see.

By the time we get back, it’ll pretty much be dark.

Just cover it up a little, and no one will notice.

You hold onto it.”

“There might be no one else here, but don’t treat Yang Fan as if he isn’t a man!” Ye Tong said with a resigned smile.

Zhou Wenhui glanced at Yang Fan and even deliberately scooped up her bosom, laughing, “I’m just wearing a bit less, not like you’re showing everything inside.

How am I not treating Yang Fan as a man?

I guess he could see this much on any street, there’s nothing to it.”

“Some women nowadays go out in just a tank top without anything underneath, so blatantly, I can’t bear to look.”

“Well, if you both think it’s OK, then let’s leave it at that,” Ye Tong said, laughing and shaking her head.

Zhou Wenhui was just dressed a bit scantily, looking a bit sexy, but truly she hadn’t exposed much.

Zhou Wenhui smiled faintly, raising her hand to say, “You’d better hurry up with the work, or we’ll waste the whole day dilly-dallying.”

The three of them then plunged back into the grand task of being rapists.

Ye Tong led the way, followed by Zhou Wenhui, with Yang Fan bringing up the rear.

They had only picked a few flowers when Yang Fan suddenly noticed something off about Little Mother.

Her posture while picking flowers today seemed very awkward.

She was hunched over, sticking out her buttocks, moving left, then right.

Chrysanthemums are quite low to the ground, and such a posture would surely become unbearable after a while; squatting would be the best choice.

Usually, she did squat to pick the flowers.

But today, for some reason, she was using this posture and kept swaying left and right.

Hunched over and sticking out her buttocks was one thing, but her legs were also tightly closed, enhancing the curvaceous roundness of her buttocks, making it especially enticing.

This posture had Yang Fan heating up within moments.

Moreover, as she moved left and right, her breasts swayed visibly, and Yang Fan caught a good half-view.

Because she was bending over, her breasts naturally hung down.

Watching her like this, Yang Fan even began to suspect Zhou Wenhui was doing it on purpose.

Her current posture looked deliberately provocative from every angle.

But as this thought popped into his mind, Yang Fan felt it was somewhat absurd.

He could understand having that kind of impulsive thought about Little Mother.

After all, Yang Fan knew his self-control was poor, hardly withstanding any temptation.

Being surrounded by two beautiful women every day naturally led to some thoughts.

But why would Little Mother think that way!

With her fiery and straightforward nature, she probably didn’t even entertain such thoughts.

But no matter what was said, Yang Fan was truly satisfied with what he saw today.

He hadn’t picked many flowers and couldn’t squat any longer, so he had to stand up and bend over to pick them.

Looking at Zhou Wenhu got him so hot and bothered that he felt like he was about to burst.

What Yang Fan didn’t know was that Zhou Wenhu’s situation wasn’t much better than his.

The reason she had dawdled until just now to climb the mountain was because, after salting the meat, she had washed a pair of underpants.

Earlier, she had forcibly pressed Yang Fan against her chest, which inexplicably made her pants wet.

And now, that feeling was coming back.

She knew Yang Fan was watching her, and she could feel his scorching gaze very clearly.

Wherever Yang Fan’s gaze landed, she felt uneasy, and her heart felt as if a cat were scratching it, strangely itchy and somewhat pleasurable.

The fiercely hot sun gradually shed its fiery cloak, becoming gentle as it neared the mountain’s summit.

Carrying a faint evening breeze, another evening descended.

After a full day’s battle, the field of delicately blooming flowers was nearly picked clean.

The three people almost simultaneously stretched their stiff bodies from a day’s labor and then packed up all the picked flowers, ready to finish up.

Zhou Wenhu picked up the bamboo basket she brought with her and said to Yang Fan and Ye Tong, “You guys take the rest slowly down the hill, I’m heading home to cook.”

While at it, wash a pair of underwear again.

Having been the focus of Yang Fan’s blazing, scorching gaze all afternoon, even her outer trousers were nearly soaked through.

In that moment, with the evening breeze blowing, it felt just like wearing cowhide.

Glancing at Yang Fan, afraid the two would notice something amiss, Zhou Wenhu grabbed her basket and hurried out of the flower field, walking so fast it seemed like something was chasing her.

In fact, today’s events had left Zhou Wenhu feeling rather uncomfortable.

She couldn’t figure out what was wrong with herself; she knew she shouldn’t feel this way, but her heart perversely felt that impulse.

Initially, she had just whimsically started a little joke with Yang Fan, making him call her “Little Mother.”

It was a trivial matter.

But the moment she pressed Yang Fan’s head against her chest, a strange feeling suddenly surged up from her heart, filling her with an impulsive urge.

The actions that followed were almost half deliberate.

Including dressing like that in front of Yang Fan to pick flowers.

“Sister-in-law, don’t you feel like Little Mother was a bit odd today?” Yang Fan asked in a low voice, watching Zhou Wenhu’s rapidly retreating figure.

Ye Tong nodded thoughtfully, “She seemed…

troubled.”

“Troubled?” Yang Fan was taken aback.

Ye Tong glanced at Yang Fan, “Didn’t you notice?

She was distracted all afternoon.

Look at the flowers we picked, she pulled out many buds too, oh…

what about you?”

Yang Fan looked down at the area he and Zhou Wenhu had picked from, what he saw was not ordinary in the slightest.

“My hands are big, I accidentally included them,” Yang Fan said with an awkward laugh.

His reason was simple, too busy watching Zhou Wenhu, he didn’t pay attention to what he was doing.

“You should be more careful, that’s all money,” Ye Tong said somewhat resentfully, “Come on, it’s getting dark, we need to make a couple more trips.

I’ll ask about Little Mother tonight to see if something is troubling her.”