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.

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,

her head, and she gave her husband several more kisses. "I'm

Andre, "Kisses won't work."

about I offer

at his wife in his arms, he knew she was not a woman of her

to snatch her husband's phone, just then,

Mia quickly responded. She

the emptiness on Mr. Cedillo's

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

I'll

book, and Noah awkwardly watched the

I come at a bad

just scaring her.

alone. She sat down, borrowed an eraser

foot cream. Why mess with my books? You're just asking

She got a drink and handed it to Mia. "Mia, you're not making sense, can athlete's foot medicine cure itchy

looked down and spotted the doodles on Mia's

erase it

you

if I have to scrape, I

not going to that damn art

in scrubbing the doodles off the book, and 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 said, "...Mia, I

snorted disdainfully. "You guys are afraid of him, but I'm not. I'm not his employee. He

watching his wife who was

solid, no blood vessels. How am I supposed to clean this watercolor pen drawing. If all else fails, I

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