"Spit it, ma'am, what can I do for you?" She splat a few sunflower seeds and chuckled.
"Yeah, speaking of your big brother, he's moody lately, any advice? I have mustered all my strength and brainpower, he won't even smile and tonight he— sighs…" It was a long sigh Lu Zhaoyang made.
"That's simple! No wife and husband left the argument overnight, especially when your husband, my good old brother is such a bedding master. Of course you'll communicate with him on bed. Trust me, nothing works better than 'breakfast-on-bed'. If it didn't work the first time, try it again. If not, third time's the charm. Just take your clothes off and spread your thighs, drain him. See if he still has the stamina to throw a tantrum."
"Have you ever thought the likelihood of *me* being completely drained instead?"
"There's no tunnel that crumbles, only a drill that breaks down when it's hard."
"Bad analogy. NEXT!"