Strangely, the atmosphere was somewhat grating.
Yvonne Finley didn't want to sink into this somewhat unpleasant mood, so she looked up, "Sweetheart, how did I find that you are even better at mood swings than I am?"
He lowered his eyes, "What? Got tired and bored after the harvest, and after a few times in bed? Not loving it anymore?"
This comment seemed to break the briefly stagnant atmosphere, reviving the conversation once again.
Yvonne Finley exaggerated her approval by nodding emphatically, "In life indeed, we need different 'new' experiences to fill in."
"Then I will be your constant 'bedmate' apart from your 'new' experiences, after all, I'm good at it, and you should have no objection." He chuckled lazily, casually playing with the ends of her hair, emanating a cold, carefree demeanor with his overly confident charm.
Yvonne Finley laughed until her stomach started to ache, and she could only restrain herself, "Cut it out."