Happy Little Farmer

"No need, I'll just tie it up," Wei Juan said shyly.

"Oh." Yang Fan stared intently at the white snow glimpsed between Wei Juan's fingers, taking the jacket over to her.

Blushing, Wei Juan quickly glanced at Yang Fan and turned to face away from him to tie her buttons.

But in just a moment, she hesitatingly said, "Um, the button fell off, can you... give me that jacket?"

"Look at the trouble you're going through, just wear it directly," Yang Fan laughed.

Wei Juan, covering her full bosoms with her right hand, shyly turned around to grab Yang Fan's jacket.

But maybe because those two things were too big and too restless.

She had just extended an arm when the left one suddenly popped out, entering Yang Fan's sight with an incredibly bouncy pose.

Yang Fan's eyes instantly widened, and there was a ticklish feeling in his nose, as if something was about to burst out.

He didn't want to miss this wonderful view and simply rubbed his nose with his hand.

Sticky, nosebleed!

Wei Juan quickly scrambled to contain her unruly bosoms, her face as red as ripe cherries, utterly enticing with shy blushes filling her eyes and brows.

The sight of a woman with blushing cheeks is most charming.

And Wei Juan was not bad-looking at all, with her petite round face, big eyes, and neatly kept short hair.

She fumbled, holding the two restless little guys with both hands, and when she looked up, she met Yang Fan's intense gaze, with blood already oozing from the corner of his mouth.

"You... you're bleeding," Wei Juan pointed out shyly with her hand.

Yang Fan rubbed it off carelessly, "It's okay, just a bit of a hot-blooded young man here. Do you want me to help you put it on?"

"That..." Wei Juan lowered her head, "Have you... never touched a woman?"

"Can't you tell by this bloody mess?" Yang Fan laughed.

Once she asked that, even if he had been with countless women, he could only say he had never touched even a fingertip of one.

Struggling with her thoughts, Wei Juan then said hesitantly, "You to me..."

"As a sexy and beautiful woman, it's normal for me to feel attracted to you," said Yang Fan, pretending to be calm.

Wei Juan looked up, her eyes shy, hazy as she slowly released her left hand and whispered softly, "I... can only, only let you touch, if you want, then... come, come here. As for other things, I can't do it."

Although she had made a bold decision, she looked extremely nervous, her body tense and slightly trembling.

"Are you serious?" Yang Fan asked, somewhat incredulously.

He had never expected the chance to come this easily.

It seemed that Shen Lin had given him an assist; the old man had finally done something good for once.

"If you want to touch, do it fast before I change my mind. I'm letting you indulge a bit because you look so pitiful..." Wei Juan suddenly cried out blushing and annoyed.

Without hesitation, Yang Fan plunged both hands into Wei Juan's bosom.

One hand on each side, he grabbed a palmful of fullness.

Wei Juan's skin was smooth, and those little bunnies seemed restless enough to try escaping from his hands, no wonder she couldn't keep them contained.

"Mmm..."

Wei Juan pursed her lips tightly and suddenly let out a soft moan, "Don't squeeze the top, it hurts..."

"Can I have a taste?" Yang Fan asked breathlessly.

Wei Juan quickly pressed down on Yang Fan's hands and shook her head firmly, saying, "No."

"Just a couple of bites?" Yang Fan squeezed closer to Wei Juan, freeing his right hand to wrap around her slender waist.

The tricycle seat was really small, barely big enough for two people.

With Yang Fan's slight movement, their bodies were pressed tightly together.

Wei Juan's eyes, full of intense shyness, lifted slightly, and she quickly glanced at Yang Fan, her face turning crimson.

Feeling the overpowering masculine scent of Yang Fan so close, her heart fluttered chaotically, her heart racing into a tangled mess, her mind blank, unsure of what to think or do.

She nodded subconsciously, her heart unexpectedly filled with a bit of anticipation...

The sensation was strange to her, as if a beam of light had suddenly cut through the darkness, shining on her.

Seeing Wei Juan nod, Yang Fan pushed aside her thin, cicada-wing-like shirt with his left hand and immediately brought his mouth close to hers.

Sucking gently, his tongue teasingly circled around.

Although Yang Fan's practical experience consisted only of that hasty time with Wu Xuelan,

he was very familiar with these procedures.

In his phone, there were many masters, skilled teachers who had taught him a lot.

"Mmm... Mmm..."

Wei Juan's brows furrowed slightly, her mouth slightly agape, releasing a series of soft moans as her hands suddenly clasped around Yang Fan's neck, pressing his head firmly against her soft, richly sweet fullness.

Her body, like her emotion, was especially sensitive; the slightest touch triggered a series of chain reactions.

Her legs, wrapped in black silk, had already started rubbing restlessly against each other.

Thanks to his masters' teachings, Yang Fan knew that when a woman showed this reaction, she was usually in the mood.

Wei Juan entered this state quite quickly.

He freed his left hand and slid it along the seam of her leg.

This time, Wei Juan did not refuse but cautiously opened her legs a little.

The action seemed completely subconscious.

With gentle rubs of his fingers, Yang Fan cautiously searched for that moist source.

Wei Juan was not lacking; she was just very small.

Her narrowness was such that even the least capable man might not be able to manage.

Yang Fan tried every finger, finding only his pinky could delve deeper.

With this diameter, deep and shallow exchanges with Wei Juan were clearly not possible.

The situation was quite frustrating.

The relationship had progressed so quickly, yet they couldn't get straight to the point, which was very annoying.

"Mmm... Ah—" Wei Juan's mouth slightly opened, suddenly letting out a long moan.

Even the thinness of Yang Fan's pinky seemed to provide her with fulfillment and stimulation.

Before she married Shen Lin, she probably hadn't done much of this—her place was cramped and narrow.

Even Yang Fan's pinky could feel an intensely real warmth and tightness.

"Ah... stop, stop touching, I want... want..." Wei Juan clasped her hands around Yang Fan's neck, suddenly crying out urgently.