Chapter 282
Overwhelmed by shyness, Meng Zhu wanted to immediately change the subject and hurriedly continued cooking.
But she was unfamiliar with the stove, and also a bit nervous, when suddenly she stumbled and her body leaned towards Yang Fan again.
Her round and bouncy buttocks landed squarely on Yang Fan’s face once more.
Yang Fan couldn’t help but laugh, mischievously blowing a hot breath towards that soft golden valley.
Meng Zhu sprang up like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.
"What, what are you doing?" she cried out in embarrassment and annoyance.
Yang Fan’s expression turned stern, "What do you mean what am I doing? Didn’t you just sit on my face again? I told you your buttocks were eyeing me, but you didn’t believe me. Look, look, it keeps wanting to turn my face into a stool."
"I... you just breathed..." Meng Zhu glared at Yang Fan in annoyance, her hand wielding the spatula a bit fiercely.
Yang Fan, with an innocent look, said, "I’m not a dead man, I have to breathe, don’t I?"
"But with your mouth, you clearly did it on purpose... you..." Meng Zhu was both angry and embarrassed, struggling to finish her sentence.
Yang Fan scoffed, "Try it yourself, see if we don’t breathe through the mouth when our nose is pinched. Your buttocks are so soft, once they sat down they completely blocked my nose, naturally I had to breathe with my mouth!"