Harry Hunter was stunned for a second, then pulled Isabella Weaver into his arms, laughing softly.
His hand caressed her back, feeling incredibly cheerful: "Darling, you're truly a surprise! Don't rush, I'll satisfy you tonight, but first, you must feed me!"
Isabella Weaver's cheeks were burning, but she pretended nothing was amiss, mimicking Harry's usual way of coaxing her. She patted his back in a masculine manner, and in a rough voice said: "Didn't you say meal time is short? Come on, let me feed you, hurry up and eat!"
Harry Hunter almost laughed himself silly on top of Isabella, eating the dish she served him, unable to contain his laughter again.
After a sip of soup and some other bites, he still found it amusing and started laughing again.
He kept laughing even after finishing dinner.
Isabella could no longer stand it and pinched his waist: "Is it really that funny? If you keep laughing, I'll get mad!"
Harry yelped as she pinched him: "Alright, I won't laugh anymore."
