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.

she took the initiative to kiss him, "Don't be like this, I was wrong, I won't draw anymore." But Andre was relentless,

shook her head, and she gave her husband

Andre, "Kisses won't work."

about I offer

at his wife in his arms, he knew she was not a woman of her word, so he didn't believe her.

her hand to snatch her husband's phone, just then,

in." Mia quickly responded. She needed to divert

on Mr. Cedillo's desk. The second thing he noticed was

apologizing sweetly, "Honey, I know I was wrong, don't be mad, you do your work first, I'll make myself

I'll do it right

with the book, and Noah awkwardly

I come at

"It's okay, I was just scaring her. What's

down, borrowed an eraser from one of the employees,

cream. Why mess with my books? You're just asking for trouble." She

not making sense, can athlete's foot medicine cure itchy hands?"

angry Mia, and she looked down and spotted the doodles on Mia's book. She curiously asked, "Mia, what's Mr. Cedillo's

it with an

you can't erase

have to scrape,

was not going to that damn art

they chatted away. Mia vented angrily, "If Andre dares to sign me up for art class, I'll find a little boyfriend there, let's see who pisses who off!" Alice

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

stood behind with his arms crossed, watching his wife who was planning to betray him, still able to utter

brain must be made of stone, it's all solid, no blood vessels. How am I supposed to clean this watercolor pen drawing. If all else fails, I plan to buy a new one to bluff my way through." Alice tried it,

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