Freya raised her hand, covering his lips, and frowned. "Hmm, hmm, nobody can't live without someone else. Don't say things like that again in the future."

"Then do you love me?

"I already told you a few days ago, didn't I? Why are you asking again?"

Didn't he realize that a woman's heart is like water? Saying such things too often can be embarrassing!

"But I want to hear it again."

He gently pinched her chin, gazing deeply into her eyes, filled with affection and tenderness.

Freya shook her head.

Initially finding him clingy, now realizing he was like a big kid, she couldn't help but purse her lips with a hint of helplessness.

Finally, summoning up the courage, she uttered those words again.

"Honey, I love you, very much. I love you to the core, to the point where my world loses its color without you."

Her soft, tender voice, akin to cotton candy, effortlessly pulled at his heartstrings.

Bradley's body trembled as he held her, his narrow, cold black eyes shimmering with emotion as he leaned in to nuzzle her nose.

Their lips were tantalizingly close.

He couldn't help but drew closer.

His large hand slid into her soft hair, gently shaping her cherry lips.

The cool touch, accompanied by a subtle sweetness, captivated him deeply.

It was as if he was cherishing a precious treasure, delicately savoring a delicious delicacy.

Just as Sean was about to step out for some fresh air, he stumbled upon the scene unexpectedly.

Whether due to witnessing too many romantic encounters or simply embarrassment, his face flushed.

Being so passionate in broad daylight was embarrassing enough, and he couldn't bear to watch anymore, especially with such thick-skinned individuals.

Just as he was about to leave, embarrassed, he accidentally bumped into a nearby branch, startling the passionate couple.

Freya's immediate reaction was to push Bradley off of her.

Seeing Sean awkwardly coughing nearby, she wished she could disappear into a hole right then and there.

"Sorry, sorry, I just came out for some fresh air. I didn't expect to run into you... cough, cough, carry on, carry on..."

The more Sean spoke, the redder Freya's face became.

She angrily thumped Bradley's chest, grumbling, "It's all your fault. Now it's so embarrassing."

But the man leaned in close to her ear and whispered softly, "He's just a gay guy. What can he see?"

Freya quickly covered his mouth. Though Sean had a unique orientation, he particularly disliked being labeled as abnormal.

Bradley chuckled softly, playfully flicking his tongue against her palm, startling her into withdrawing her hand and kicking him away.

"I'm ignoring you."

With her face flushed, she ran off.

Bradley quickly caught up with her.

The two chased each other in the flower field, their laughter echoing.

Freya planned to cook dinner that night, so she went to the vegetable garden to pick some vegetables.

Sean had a refined temperament. After purchasing this farmhouse, he also bought the nearby farmland.

Various fresh fruits and vegetables grew in the fields, with a large patch of grapevines on the racks, tomatoes and eggplants nearby, and various fresh vegetables in the fields.

Having lived in the countryside for several years, Freya was very familiar with this environment.

But Bradley was different. Having been pampered since childhood, he had never been to such a remote place before.

Upon his arrival, he experienced discomfort all over, with various sizes of mosquito bites covering his exposed skin.

Freya looked at him with pity and asked him to sit aside.

Freya picked some tomatoes and tasted grapes, only to find them so sour that they nearly made her teeth fall out.

After picking vegetables, she passed by an apricot tree and looked up to see a beehive hanging overhead like lanterns.

She remembered the time she spent in the mountains when Mrs. Smith mistreated her by not giving her food, and she had to rely on wild fruits for sustenance. Occasionally, she was lucky enough to find some bird eggs to roast and eat.

She even resorted to stealing honey from beehives.

Thinking about her past life, though it was hard, there were many memories.

Freya stared at the beehive for a long time and found it filled with honey.

She thought about making honey-glazed eggplant for dinner, risking being stung by bees, and picked up a branch to knock the beehive down directly.

However, when the beehive fell, all the bees inside buzzed out.

Oh no, this is bad!

Freya hurriedly grabbed the beehive and ran away, legs pumping. Since she had already knocked it down, she had to get the honey.

This was pure natural honey, much tastier than artificially raised honey.

A swarm of bees chased her closely from behind.

For the sake of this dish for dinner, she was determined.

After all, honey-glazed eggplant was too delicious, and she really wanted to eat it tonight.

She ran faster and faster, and the bees chased her faster and faster. Freya directly took off her hat to cover the beehive and ran quickly towards Bradley.

From afar, she saw Bradley frowning, frantically swatting mosquitoes that swarmed around him.

"Honey, catch it!"

Bradley was about to leave with a dark expression when he suddenly heard Freya's voice. He looked up and saw a black lump flying towards him.

He squinted.

But instead of catching it with his hands, he let the thing fall to the ground.

The hat was knocked off, and a bee flew out from inside.

His face changed instantly, and he quickly took off his windbreaker, rushing towards Freya and covering them both with it.

They rolled into the grass, covered by the black windbreaker, unable to see anything in the darkness.

They could only hear each other's breathing and the buzzing sound in their ears.

The bees circled above them, buzzing incessantly.

If Bradley had been a bit slower just then, Freya would have definitely been stung all over.

Bradley leaned over and held Freya tightly in his arms.

Freya had caused trouble, dared not to lift her head to look at him, and with the man holding her so tightly, she couldn't move.

When the buzzing gradually faded away, Bradley cautiously checked the situation. He found that all the bees had left, and he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Freya, is there anything that you're afraid to do?"

Did she go poking beehives this time? Would she directly go for snake eggs next time?

Freya bit her lip and looked down like a little bride. "I just, I just wanted to eat honey-glazed eggplant!"

"You want honey-glazed eggplant? I'll have someone bring it over now."

Bradley's face darkened. He had just been chased by mosquitoes under the tree, and she went to provoke bees.

All for the sake of food!

How poor must he be to make his wife crave food to this extent, risking her life to poke a beehive?

"No need to trouble yourself. Didn't we get the beehive? When we get the honey out later, we'll have the eggplant ready to cook. It'll be fine."

Freya looked down on her fingers, not daring to look at him.

Bradley pinched her chin, deeply examining her to make sure she was safe before he finally let out a sigh of relief.

"Don't do such dangerous things in the future. If something happens to you, what am I supposed to do?"