Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 70 - 70 70 Sister-in-law's Comfort

70: Chapter 70 Sister-in-law’s Comfort 70: Chapter 70 Sister-in-law’s Comfort Seeing but not being able to touch is truly the greatest pain in this world.

After Zhou Wenhui blatantly broached the topic, the three women suddenly stopped taking it seriously.

Far from showing any restraint, they even started to openly discuss and gesture about it.

Yang Fan sat to the side, watching them touch and study each other, feeling a sense of internal collapse.

The household’s atmosphere might suddenly have become liberated, but his tragedy had also arrived unexpectedly.

When nothing was revealed, he was eager for them to expose just a little more.

But now, with each of them half exposing their “orbs”, he could only take a quick glance to satisfy his cravings.

After over three grueling hours, with his hand scalded by the pot more times than he could count, Yang Fan finally ended today’s torturous journey.

“You really don’t see me as a man, do you?

This is too much, I leave the rest to you, I’m going to take a shower!” Yang Fan glanced at the three women huddled together and muttered helplessly.

“Xiao Juan is still at home, don’t mess around in the bathroom!” Zhou Wenhui teased loudly.

The moment he stepped out, Yang Fan stumbled, “Little Mother, don’t slander me, when have I ever done such a thing?”

“Just a reminder, go on now!” Zhou Wenhui laughed.

But as soon as Yang Fan had walked away, she smirked to Wei Juan, “I didn’t slander him at all.

A couple days ago, I saw his underwear sticking together.

If there wasn’t anything within, how could it stick like that?

The lad’s just pretending.”

Ye Tong, somewhat speechless, said, “Little Mother, why are you telling Xiao Juan this?

It’s all your speculation anyway.”

“It’s common sense, otherwise how could it stick together.” Zhou Wenhui said, “Men get together to talk about women, and women together can only talk about men, what else could we talk about?”

“Actually, I think Fanzi’s current situation is not too good, it’s easy to harm the boy by holding it in too much.

Just look at him just now, clutching his crotch as he left, who knows what state it’s in now.”

“Little Mother!” Ye Tong called out in dismay, “You’re getting more and more preposterous.”

“He’s the only pillar of the household, how can I not care about his health?” Zhou Wenhui said, “Don’t think I am being too direct, but someone has to address this.

Otherwise, Xiao Tong, why don’t you make a sacrifice and help Fanzi relieve himself when you have time?”

“You…

What are you talking about?” Ye Tong’s cheeks suddenly flushed, “Fanzi said you were off today, and I really think you are, what are you even saying?

It’s all nonsense.”

Wei Juan looked at the two in surprise, her thoughts stirring, then softly said, “Actually, what Aunt Zhou said is a fact, holding back such things for too long can indeed cause problems.

Considering your situation, Sister Ye, helping Fanzi out a bit, or outright being together, I think both are good ideas.”

“Have you two not had enough?

I’ll leave the rest to you, I’m going to take a shower, no, I…

I’m going to sleep!” Ye Tong cried out in a fluster, her thoughts jumbled by the provocative words of the other two.

Zhou Wenhui, with a teasing grin, said to Wei Juan, “She’s too thin-skinned; I’ve gotten used to being a widow, but she still hasn’t come to terms with becoming one.

This won’t do.”

“Is Aunt Zhou thinking of matchmaking Fanzi and Sister Ye?” Wei Juan asked softly.

“I did have that in mind,” Zhou Wenhui sighed softly, “but looking at her like this, how can I possibly play matchmaker?”

In fact, she had only firmed up this idea today, while also harboring some very private plans of her own.

Ye Tong’s obstacle, it seemed, was not an easy one for her to overcome.

Wei Juan pondered thoughtfully for a moment, then said with a low chuckle, “Don’t worry, Aunt Zhou.

Slow and steady wins the race; these things take time.”

“That’s true, go rest, I’ll take care of the rest,” Zhou Wenhui said, yawning.

After taking a bath, Yang Fan sat in the courtyard with a watermelon, enjoying the cool breeze.

Wei Juan’s words today clearly hinted that she wanted something to happen between them tonight, so he couldn’t go to bed early.

The three women who had been sorting tea leaves went to wash up one after the other.

Yang Fan was nearly falling asleep while stargazing outside when Little Mother and sister-in-law finally went upstairs and returned to their respective rooms.

Wei Juan was the last to wash up, and once she came out, with her hair still wet, she walked over to Yang Fan and said shyly in a low voice, “Fanzi, I’ll go to your room later…

is that okay?”

“I’ve already made the bed for you, so what do you think?” Yang Fan suddenly perked up, saying with a mischievous smile.

Wei Juan pursed her lips and laughed shyly, “Did it really bother you earlier?”

“Of course, it did.

You three don’t even treat me like a man,” Yang Fan said with a look of frustration.

“You were all dressed so scantily and then told me not to think too much.

How could I not?

I was about to explode.”

“Then I’ll help you later, why don’t you head to your room first, and I’ll come over after a while,” Wei Juan said softly, her shyness evident in her voice.

Yang Fan was instantly excited; he loved the demure determination of Wei Juan.

She spoke softly and tenderly, but when it came to action, she wasn’t the least bit hesitant or squeamish.

After Wei Juan returned to her room with hesitant steps, Yang Fan quickly made his way to his own room.

His little heart, which had endured torment all evening, now throbbed uncontrollably, as he fantasized about all the ways they would play together later.

The only regret was that they couldn’t take the final step, which was a bit disappointing.

Lying in bed, he even lost interest in his phone, practically counting the seconds as he waited for Wei Juan to arrive.

Knock, knock, knock.

After what seemed like an eternity, a very light knocking sound suddenly came from the door.

Yang Fan quickly jumped out of bed and opened the door.

But it wasn’t Wei Juan who came in—it was Ye Tong.

Seeing Ye Tong standing at the door holding her phone, Yang Fan couldn’t help but be slightly dazed.

Sister-in-law coming at this time… could it be that she had thoughts too?

While Yang Fan’s mind raced with all sorts of messy thoughts, Ye Tong glanced down at Yang’s lower body and said, “Put on your pants, I need to tell you something.”

In anticipation of his encounter with Wei Juan, Yang Fan had already stripped down to just a tank top and underwear.

“Why should I bother with pants if I’m sleeping?

You can’t see anything anyway.

Just tell me, sister-in-law,” Yang Fan said.

Ye Tong glanced and said nothing more, then turned on her phone and said to Yang, “I picked out a few things for you, check them out and see which one you like, I’ll buy it for you.”

“Little Mother said it’s not good for your health to continue like this.

I don’t really understand, but better safe than sorry.

The weather is so hot and we can’t wear much while processing tea; it might often be like this in the future.

So, if you get uncomfortable… just…

you know,” she suggested.

Yang took Ye Tong’s phone and as soon as he looked, he was completely overwhelmed.

Cups, dolls, and those…

buttocks-shaped ones…

In Ye Tong’s shopping cart, almost every type of toy had been added.