Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

"Hand over the book to me."

Mia passed Andre a book, "Read."

Andre immediately wrapped his arms around his adorable wife, lifted her up with one hand, and had her lying over his lap. With her face down and her butt up, ready for a smack.

Mia lay on her husband's lap, her arms propping up against the sofa trying to get up, "You jerk!"

Andre picked up the book she was just reading and began to flip through it. Mia tried to get up, but her husband held her down by the back of her neck.

"You're not allowed to read, let me go."

She waved her arms frantically behind her back, trying to hit him, but couldn't reach.

In Page 53, his photo had been scribbled into a pig's head.

In Page 72, his nose had been drawn into a pig's snout, his face full of freckles.

In Page 120, he was completely erased. His beloved little artist had given him the teeth of a rat, the whiskers of a cat, his hair all turned red, even wavy! A pair of pig ears sprouting from his head, and the name "Andre" below, changed to "Pig". "Slap" A smack, Mia's butt got a hit.

Blushing, she said in embarrassment, "Honey!"

Andre, "Since you love drawing so much, I'll send you to art school."

Mia flipped over, and when Andre no longer restrained her, she rolled off her husband's lap, one hand holding onto his shoulder, pulling herself up. "Honey, I don't want to learn."

Andre glanced at his wife and took out his phone to instruct Alice to find a reliable painting class for his little artist to become a great artist.

"No, listen to me, I draw because I love you too much." Mia tried to snatch her husband's phone, but Andre lifted his arm, and she failed.

changed tactics, both hands holding her husband's face. When their eyes met, she took the initiative to kiss him, "Don't be like this, I was wrong, I won't draw anymore." But Andre was relentless, "Wait until you can sketch me, then you

and she gave her husband several

Andre, "Kisses won't work."

about I offer

a woman of her word, so he didn't believe her.

then, Noah knocked on the door, "Mr.

come in." Mia quickly responded. She

Cedillo's desk. The second

arms. She caressed his chest, apologizing sweetly, "Honey, I know I was wrong, don't be mad, you do your work first, I'll make myself scarce." "Clean up all the doodling you did in the

problem, I'll do

with the book, and Noah awkwardly watched the couple's

come at a

just scaring her.

alone. She sat down, borrowed an eraser from one of the employees, and opened her

are itching, use athlete's foot cream. Why mess with my books? You're

walked by, and saw the angry Mia. She got a drink and handed it to Mia. "Mia, you're not making sense, can

and she looked down and spotted the doodles on

erase it with an

if you can't erase

I have

not going to that damn

chatted away. Mia vented angrily, "If Andre dares to sign me up for art class, I'll find a little

afraid of him, but I'm not. I'm not his employee. He

crossed, watching his wife who was planning to betray

drawing. If all else fails, I plan to buy a new one to bluff my way through." Alice tried it,

"Alice, do you know what my purpose of existence is?" Seeing