Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Andre began kissing his wife's cheek, his hand sliding down from her shoulder to her waist, gently undoing her robe.

"Molly suggested we should have two kids in three years. I think one is enough," he said, leaving a bite mark on her neck, then slowly moving to her lovely collarbone. He was so careful, as if afraid to hurt Mia.

Andre scooped up his wife, who had been napping all afternoon, and carried her to the bed.

Mia tried to escape, but failed.

"Honey, your suit button is hurting me," she complained.

"It won't be for long," he replied.

Mia got the hint.

The room was dimly lit, shadows flickering on the walls.

The blanket slipped to the floor.

Molly was going to find Mia and remind her that she needed to prepare the forms in advance for tomorrow's field trip.

Luckily, Leo stopped her. "Molly."

"Shouldn't you call me Auntie? I'm your aunt," Molly corrected him.

Leo clenched his teeth and his fists. "Looking at your face, I just can't bring myself to call you that."

Molly let it slide. She asked, "Why did you stop me?"

"In my experience, it's best not to roam around after 8 p.m., especially to find Andre and Mia. Even though you're his little sister, if you disturb them, you'll still get a scolding," Leo warned. Molly stared in shock at the closed bedroom door, then turned her gaze towards her nephew who had experienced the reprimand.

She asked, "Isn't 8 p.m. too early?"

Leo responded, "If you're not scared, go knock. At least I've told you what you need to know."

Inside the room, after multiple attempts, Mia tried to bite her husband into pieces.

I might be

told her husband, panting

was fully engrossed. He gently moved Mia's arms apart, placing them above her head, and resumed kissing her. After

assured his wife that her worry was unnecessary, that

their intimate moments, Mia hoped to get pregnant as

it

time. "Almost 11

up and told the man next to her, "Go get my laptop from your study. We have a field trip tomorrow and I'm

already late,

already. I told you to let me finish my homework first, but you couldn't even wait

did he remember to pamper

bed, got dressed, and left the

he returned with a white

tucked under her arms. She reached out for the laptop, her bent

Mia lazily responded.

had never made a form before, and her professor was a foreigner,

"Cooper, can you help me with

said:

complained angrily, "He really dared to block

came out of the shower, she was still on Google, following step-by-step instructions. "Adjust the font size, align.

holding her phone to her lips. "Why are the numbers in the

up on Google. "Oh, I didn't set it as text. But

again, "How to set

new steps

phone in her left hand and following the steps, operating her laptop

the time, and it had been more than

"Are you done?"

words I typed?" Mia put the computer in front of the man. Taking a glance, Andre asked her, "Did your teacher ask for

rephrased his question and

Excel first, then copy

the existing form, without having to create a