?33: Chapter 33 A Story Sparked by a Look 33: Chapter 33 A Story Sparked by a Look Li Jia’s expression was tense as she gently placed her hand on Yang Fan’s shoulder.

    She was relatively tall, and in order for the seated Yang Fan to be able to touch her there, she had maintained a slightly squatting position.

    After squatting for a bit too long, she started to feel the strain and had to grab Yang Fan’s shoulder for support.

    After making herself a bit more comfortable, she whispered with a face full of shyness, “If this old TCM doctor can really cure my illness, it might cost less than three thousand, but you were the one who referred him to me.

    If it wasn’t for you, the money I would have had to spend could have been far more than three thousand.”

    “You should know about Liu Wuzi’s daughter-in-law, right?

    She also had this disease, and has spent over ten thousand in total, and this three thousand expense is what she told me before.

    I even went to see her a few days ago, and she’s still not cured, looks like she might need a total removal.”

    Yang Fan, unable to keep his hands off, fondled Li Family’s beautifully shaped and full breasts, and nodded, “Of course I know her, she’s a year-round medicine jar.

    Considering her condition, she certainly must have waited too long and never got checked.”

    “That’s what she told me, so she keeps advising me to get checked as soon as possible, to treat early and be reassured early.” Li Jia said softly, “Otherwise, I might not have had the courage to bring up the matter of money with you.

    Old Fu, that bastard, just borrowed three hundred from you, and here I am turning around and borrowing three thousand.

    It really doesn’t seem right...”

    “It’s just that I saw you staring at me before, and your gaze just now seemed a bit fervent, so I plucked up the courage to speak.

    It’s only because of you.

    If it were someone else, I really wouldn’t have dared to say it.”

    There’s a saying that distant relatives are not as good as close neighbors, and Yang Fan could understand what Li Jia meant.

    His relationship with Li Jia’s house had indeed been quite close.

    Otherwise, Yang Fan wouldn’t have settled Fu Xuebing’s debt despite knowing he was not a decent man, just because he couldn’t bear to lose face.

    “Was my gaze really that obvious?” Yang Fan asked with a smile.

    Li Jia bashfully pursed her lips and said softly, “It felt like you wanted to burrow into my clothes.”

    “I didn’t burrow in, but it was you, sister-in-law, who let it out,” Yang Fan said with a laugh.

    Li Jia’s already blushing cheeks turned thoroughly crimson, and she light-heartedly chastised him, “Don’t be fresh...”

    Yang Fan chuckled softly, his gaze being too direct actually had its perks.

    He gently massaged Li Jia’s swollen breast with his right hand, bringing his mouth to the other one and suckling unabashedly.

    The not-too-big and not-too-small size was just perfect, not too small to go unnoticed, nor too big to dampen the appetite.

    “Mmm...”

    The hand Li Jia had on Yang Fan’s shoulder quietly added a bit more pressure as she moaned softly.

    She seemed to be trying to restrain the volume of her voice but couldn’t help letting out a cry.

    While Yang Fan was suckling and playing with her, his left hand gradually slid down her lithe waist, landing on her buttocks, which weren’t extremely perky but were quite plump.

    After gently kneading a few times and feeling the fullness, his hand continued to slowly move downward, lifting her skirt and sliding underneath it.

    When his palm touched her silky thigh, Yang Fan clearly felt Li Jia’s body stiffen.

    She was still nervous.

    Yang Fan didn’t pay attention to it and let his hand glide up along that soft, smooth leg.

    Heading straight for the hidden area, Yang Fan’s hand was stopped by a thin layer of fabric.

    The style of Li Jia’s clothing was very conservative, slightly resembling safety shorts, form-fitting and clinging tight to her skin.

    Although he hadn’t penetrated deeply yet, Yang Fan could already discern the intricate structure through the fabric.

    “Mmm...”

    With the touch of Yang Fan’s fingers, Li Jia couldn’t help but let out a couple of soft moans, her buttocks arching back in an attempt to evade his touch.

    Her body shuddered slightly as if electrified.

    Yang Fan freed his right hand, grabbed the inadvertently fleeing buttocks, and pulled them back, holding Li Jia’s soft body tightly in his arms while his left hand slipped under the edge of the safety shorts.

    As his hand delved deeper, Li Jia’s breathing suddenly quickened, her slender legs tightly clamped together, her body tensely taut.

    As more territory was lost, she not only failed to relax but seemed to become even more nervous.

    From her reaction, one could imagine the courage it took for her to suggest using her body as interest.

    Had it not been for her exceptional worry about her health, she probably would never have made such a decision.

    Yang Fan’s palm had reached the end, and a powerful heat mixed with a trace of wetness streamed from his fingertips.

    This woman, like a shy beauty hiding her face, was already aroused.

    Just as Yang Fan’s fingers tentatively advanced, preparing to scout ahead for his ‘big brother’, a loud, urgent shouting came from the courtyard: “Li Jia, Li Jia, quickly, quickly, help me sort out these medicinal herbs!”

    He yelled her name exceptionally loudly.

    The two people in the room instantaneously separated like a flash of lightning.

    Li Jia panicked, hastily tidying her clothes, her face as red as if she had just steamed in a sauna, her collar buttons still undone, ready to dash outside.

    “Fanzi, you, you...

    hide first,” she urged in a low, flustered voice.

    Yang Fan quickly stopped her, “Sister-in-law, what should I hide for?

    Calm down, wash your face; it’s too red.

    I’ll go out first, and you come out later.”

    Compared to Li Jia, who was frantic and clueless about what to do, Yang Fan was much calmer, his demeanor almost instantly returning to normal.

    Dealing with all sorts of people all year had forged his psychological resilience.

    Li Jia cupped her burning cheeks with both hands and nodded repeatedly, “Okay...”

    When Yang Fan opened the door to leave, Fu Xuebing was already sitting under the eaves of the east house, a cigarette hanging from his mouth, squinting his eyes as he counted the banknotes in his hand.

    Without counting, Yang Fan could tell at a glance that Fu Xuebing’s money totaled, at most, a little over two hundred yuan.

    “All this rush to sell medicines?” Yang Fan asked.

    “Eh, Fanzi, you’re at my place?

    I was just about to look for you,” Fu Xuebing said, lifting his head abruptly with a look of surprise.

    “Sister-in-law asked me to come over and talk to her about planting medicinal herbs,” Yang Fan said nonchalantly, standing next to Fu Xuebing.

    “What do you want from me?

    If it’s about selling herbs, forget it.

    I can’t really take your herbs.

    I would be throwing in hundreds without earning a penny.”

    “Look at what you’re saying, I was borrowing, and what’s borrowed must certainly be paid back!” Fu Xuebing said with a carefree flick of his cigarette ash.

    Yang Fan cast a sidelong glance at Fu Xuebing and asked, “Let me clarify first: this time you’re selling herbs, you’re not mixing in anything illicit, are you?”