Earthquake？
As night fell, for the average folks, lighting candles was a luxury they couldn't afford, and there wasn't much in the way of entertainment either.
After a long day of hard work, once they'd finally had a decent meal and a bit of rest, there was really only one thing left to do in the evening.
And that was to contribute to the future of the kingdom by, well, making babies.
In other words—making babies!
"Hey!"
Sylvia's voice carried a hint of embarrassment as she tried to stop Timothy.
But Timothy had already taken a step forward.
Whoosh!
The candle on the table was blown out, and the room was instantly plunged into darkness.
Seeing Sylvia still trying to maintain a bit of composure, pretending to be aloof, Timothy couldn't help but chuckle. "Hah, trying to fool me? Did you forget what you misunderstood this afternoon, my dear?"
"This afternoon… what misunderstanding?"