The Happy Farmer Wanderer-Chapter 133 Magnanimity and Tolerance_1

Because of Tian Yue’e’s teasing remark, Han Mei flushed and rushed out from the toilet, chasing after Tian Yue’e for a good round of hitting.

The laughter of the two women outside sounded like a series of silver bells.

But Li Qing was uncomfortable.

He had finally snagged an opportunity, only for it to be so unfortunately interrupted by Tian Yue’e.

His standing tall buddy seemed to take it personally too, and it took quite a while to calm down.

During dinner, Tian Yue’e sneakily asked Li Qing, "Did you do it?"

Li Qing shook his head.

Tian Yue’e laughed like a clucking hen.

She glanced at Han Mei, her eyes brimming with a ripple of spring fever, and whispered to Li Qing, "Seeing the look of yearning on your face, come to my place tonight."

Li Qing’s face lit up with joy, and he quietly nodded.

But before Li Qing could be happy for even two seconds, Han Mei, sitting opposite, said, "Flirt, eat up quickly."

"After we finish eating, let’s go select the Wenguan Leaves early, so Qingzi can take them with him in the morning. There were slightly too many today."

Tian Yue’e helplessly glanced at Li Qing and whispered, "Bear with it, it’s not happening."

Li Qing: ...

"What are you two whispering about?" Han Mei asked as she shoveled a mouthful of rice and looked up.

Tian Yue’e burst out laughing, "Qingzi just said he wanted to do it with me, but was afraid you wouldn’t agree."

"Sister-in-law, I... " Li Qing was somewhat in a dilemma.

It would be best for him to honestly take the blame himself in this matter, otherwise both women would be saddened.

So, he didn’t bother to explain.

After all, it was a matter in plain view, spoken or unspoken.

Han Mei’s face suddenly flushed, "After dinner, you two go ahead, I’ll do the dishes."

Tian Yue’e was just joking, but Han Mei took it seriously.

Instead, Tian Yue’e was the one blushing, her head nearly buried in her rice bowl, "I was just kidding, Qingzi didn’t say that, it was me fooling around, don’t take it seriously... "

"Flirt, stop acting decent. It’s been a long time since you two did it after Qingzi got hurt. Go ahead," Han Mei said generously, "Should I go out for a stroll and come back after you’re done?"

"There’s no need for that," Tian Yue’e stammered, her cheeks as red as a ripe canvas.

"Then go ahead, just leave the dishes for me. But be quick about it, there’s quite a lot of Wenguan Leaves today, or else we’ll end up working late into the night again," Han Mei said seriously, yet her eyes were a bit evasive, with a hint of springtime moisture at the corners.

Li Qing’s heart leaped with joy, but outwardly he acted like an honest wooden figure.

Han Mei stood up and began to clean up the bowls and dishes into the kitchen.

Li Qing immediately took the remaining chopsticks and dishes, following closely into the kitchen.

"Sister-in-law, how about we do it together? I help you, and you let Tian Yue’e help me," Li Qing said as he hugged Han Mei’s slender waist from behind, resting his head on her shoulder.

Han Mei looked nervously into the yard and gently pushed Li Qing away, scolding him, "What nonsense are you talking, how could you even suggest such a thing? I understand what you mean, but I’m fine, really."

"You must be feeling frustrated from stopping halfway earlier. Let that flirt, Tian Yue’e, help you cool off."

"Sister-in-law, I’m just feeling sorry for you," Li Qing said softly.

"If you don’t want me to keep suffering like this, then hurry up and go, practice more with that flirtatious woman, so you can do it with your sister-in-law. I don’t want to keep feeling this uncomfortable either," Han Mei said softly.

"... Alright," Li Qing muttered, nodding his head.

His little schemes had all ultimately failed.

When Li Qing came out of the kitchen, Tian Yue’e was nowhere to be seen in the courtyard.

He hadn’t noticed anyone leaving through the door just now, so Tian Yue’e was either in the main house or in his bedroom.

Sure enough, Li Qing found Tian Yue’e seated at the edge of the bed with her legs together, her alluring little face flushed red like a fiery sunset, looking bashfully tempting.

"Yue’er, you’re even shy," Li Qing said as he sat down beside Tian Yue’e, teasing her with a smile.

"Stop it," Tian Yue’e nudged him, grumbling, "I was just kidding around, who knew your sister-in-law would take it seriously. Even if I had thick skin, I couldn’t withstand that."

"We’re all family here, what’s there to be shy about?" Li Qing laughed as he said, his right hand reaching for her perky fullness.

"Are we really going to do it?" Tian Yue’e asked softly.

"My sister-in-law already said so, why not do it? No need to wait for the night," Li Qing said.

"I’ve never done it during the day; I’m a bit nervous," Tian Yue’e murmured.

"Once familiar, twice comfortable, and it’s also getting dark already," Li Qing said.

Unexpectedly, the bold and unrestrained Tian Yue’e also had her moments of nervousness.

"Then... then let’s do it, but let’s be quick about it, so your sister-in-law doesn’t feel bad eavesdropping in the corner," Tian Yue’e said.

Once she made up her mind, she was a true woman of action.

She stripped herself clean in no time.

"You’ve got an injury, how should we go about this?" Tian Yue’e asked, having stripped herself, as she reached for Li Qing’s belt.

Looking at that enticing body, Li Qing’s suppressed desires flared up instantly.

The little tent was pitched high in an instant.

"Seems like you’ll be able to either sit on me or do it standing up," Li Qing said, "Standing up is alright, but bending over puts pressure on the wound if I’m not careful."

"How do you like it?" Tian Yue’e’s lips curved slightly upward in a teasing, seductive smile.

She pulled down Li Qing’s pants and grabbed hold of his manhood, caressing it tenderly.

"I like it all!" Li Qing said.

Sitting had its advantages, and so did standing.

"Quite greedy, aren’t you?" Tian Yue’e’s suggestive autumnal eyes twinkled with seductive lightning as her soft, warm palm rested on Li Qing’s chest.

Looking at the nude Tian Yue’e, the fire inside Li Qing completely erupted.

He could no longer hold back, his right hand gripping the supple fullness and began kneading vigorously.

"Qingzi, squeeze the middle, harder," Tian Yue’e moaned softly.

Li Qing had almost forgotten, Tian Yue’e liked it rough, to be kneaded forcefully.

He suddenly increased the strength between his fingers, pinching vigorously as if he were shelling peanuts.

"Ah!"

"... That feels so good! Keep going like that, don’t worry about hurting me."