Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 72 - 72 72 Absolute Coordination

72: Chapter 72 Absolute Coordination 72: Chapter 72 Absolute Coordination The moment the door of the room closed, Yang Fan felt the unnecessary thoughts in his mind seemed to shut off as well.

Though a worldly man greedy for wealth and sensual pleasures, he had needlessly posed as a paragon of romance, which seemed to have created trouble for himself.

Wei Juan looked timidly at Yang Fan as he turned back to her, her expression somewhat anxious.

She could clearly see that Yang Fan was preoccupied, but with him not initiating any conversation, she didn’t know how to begin offering comfort or even think of a topic to divert the attention.

The old room emitted a unique scent of wood, not unpleasant to the nose.

For those who appreciated the texture of wood, this aroma might even be appealing.

The bright light illuminated both of them so clearly that Yang Fan could make out every subtle expression on Wei Juan’s face.

He sat down on the double sofa, picked up the cup of cool boiled water from the table, and strategically took a sip to ease the awkward silence of the moment.

Both knew what they were about to do, yet seemed unsure of where to begin.

Finally, unable to bear the somewhat awkward atmosphere, Wei Juan broke the silence, “Fanzi, shall we…

go to sleep?”

“Ah, sleep, are you going back to your room later?” Yang Fan asked.

“Of course I have to go back, otherwise if your sister-in-law and Little Mother see me coming out of your room in the morning, they’ll definitely kill me,” Wei Juan said with a laugh and a playful stick out of her tongue.

Yang Fan nodded, quickly jumped onto the bed, and pulled Wei Juan into his arms in one swift motion.

When their bodies intertwined tightly, a wave of intense heat surged between them instantly.

Yang Fan’s tormented body reacted strongly at once, and his tent was promptly pitched.

His hand, as if a slippery eel, deftly slid into Wei Juan’s slightly revealing nightgown, seizing the full and round softness that lay uncovered.

The silky skin felt like the finest suet jade, making Yang Fan utterly insatiable.

Wei Juan let out a soft moan and undid her buttons, allowing Yang Fan free reign.

After fondling for a moment, Yang Fan was no longer satisfied with just his hands’ caresses and unveiled Wei Juan’s crimson nightgown, exposing the supple fullness before him completely, then enveloped it with his mouth.

“Mmm…”

Her sensitive spots, now captured in Yang Fan’s mouth, caused Wei Juan to instinctively tense up, and the soft moans from her lips grew more urgent.

“Mmm…

Mmm…”

Wei Juan arched her long, fair neck, the moans growing more intense as she clasped her hands tightly around Yang Fan’s neck, pressing his head firmly against her silky, ample breasts.

“Does it taste good, Fanzi?” Wei Juan asked in a drunken haze, her voice soft in Yang Fan’s ear.

Yang Fan was so enraptured he found breathing difficult.

Wei Juan had pressed his head so firmly that his face was practically buried in her bosom.

Moving slightly back, Yang Fan then said, “So delicious it’s addictive.”

Blushing deeply, Wei Juan giggled, “Do you think I’m being promiscuous?

Just saying let’s sleep together and doing it, without any delicacy.”

“I love that you are not delicate; what has that got to do with being promiscuous?

I wish you would really let go and show me what it’s like, but you won’t give me the chance to see!” Yang Fan said with a laugh.

Wei Juan laughed coquettishly, “Am I not wanton enough like this?”

“How can this be called wanton?

I find it too conservative,” Yang Fan said with a laugh, “Do you have a misunderstanding about what being wanton means?”

“So, what do you think counts as wanton?” Wei Juan asked.

She seemed curious about this question, too.

Yang Fan didn’t really have a clear answer in his heart about what truly counted as unrestrained.

After contemplating for a moment, he said with a mischievous smile, “If you spread your legs and watch me play with you there, I’d say that barely counts.

But it probably isn’t really wanton, just a bit more open.”

“You have quite the imagination,” Wei Juan said with a shy chuckle, “You’ve done me such a big favor, freeing this tragic monkey from Five Finger Mountain.

Today, apart from not letting you really get inside and do me, I can satisfy you in any other way.”

“Don’t feel like you have to do these things for me to show gratitude; it’s really not necessary,” Yang Fan said.

Wei Juan let out a light chuckle and said softly, “Actually, I want to…”

But these were just pleasantries.

Yang Fan was always clear about why Wei Juan would open herself up to him.

Before, it was because of the binding relationship; now, it was out of gratitude.

But since it had already happened, Yang Fan wasn’t too keen on delving into the reasons.

He should just sincerely enjoy the pure, desirous tenderness of this woman.

Wei Juan took off her pajama pants along with the white panties underneath, then sat down facing Yang Fan, bashfully.

“Is this how you want it?” She hung her head low, too shy to look straight at Yang Fan.

Yang Fan pulled over a pillow and positioned it under Wei Juan’s buttocks, “Spread your legs as wide as you can.”

Despite feeling extremely embarrassed, Wei Juan moved cooperatively.

She followed whatever Yang Fan said.

“That’s right, just like that,” Yang Fan said with satisfaction, extending his right hand out.

In this position, Wei Juan was truly seductive.

When she splayed her long legs outwards, Yang Fan’s heartbeat involuntarily sped up.

“You seem to get wet pretty fast.

I haven’t even started touching you, and you’re already this soaked,” Yang Fan said, as he smeared some with his finger and mischievously showed it to Wei Juan.

“Hey!” Wei Juan’s face blushed instantly.

She quickly slapped away Yang Fan’s hand, scolding with a pout, “Stop it, I tend to get ‘that’ feeling easily…

After you licked me a few times, I couldn’t help myself.”

“With you this slick, if you let me in, I’d probably die of pleasure,” Yang teased.

Wei Juan laughed a little mischievously and said, “Then you might have to wait a bit longer, I have to deal with some issues first before I can have the surgery… Ah!”

Yang Fan’s fingers caught Wei Juan by surprise, making her involuntarily cry out and she quickly covered her mouth.

“However, it seems like you might not need surgery for the time being, it appears to be a bit looser than last time.

Can you loosen up on your own?” Yang Fan tentatively used two fingers and, with a little effort, they went in a bit; actually, it was almost enough.

“Because of this…

Ah, it’s a tightening surgery, but if the muscles can stretch, ideally, there wouldn’t be a need for another surgery.

Natural is definitely better than artificial,” Wei Juan said in a soft, moaning voice, her speech punctuated and faltering.

“Then I’ll have to do this more often, we can do our own surgery,” Yang Fan said, eyes lighting up.

Wei Juan stammered, “It’s just that I’m worried this process might be slow…”

“It’s not very slow, look, I can almost slip two fingers in entirely now.

As long as they can go all the way in, it’s basically fine,” Yang Fan said, “This tightness is actually perfect, snug, comfortable.”

“Ah?

Really?” Wei Juan seemed surprised.