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,

gently moved Mia's arms apart, placing them above her head, and resumed

that her worry was unnecessary, that he'd

intimate moments, Mia hoped to

time is it now?" she

the time. "Almost

your study. We have a field trip tomorrow and I'm in charge of the

"It's already late, you

countered, "You knew the time already. I told you to let me finish my homework first, but you couldn't

did he remember to pamper

out of bed, got dressed,

with a

blanket tucked under her arms. She reached out for the laptop, her bent legs serving as a stand. "You

Mia lazily responded.

form before, and her professor was a

was also chatting with her brother, "Cooper, can

message, it said: Message sent, but denied by the

really

Google, following step-by-step instructions. "Adjust the font size, align. Weird, why are the numbers all

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

a new tutorial popped up on Google. "Oh, I didn't set it as text. But how do

voice typing on Google again, "How to set

steps popped

her phone in her left hand and following the steps, operating her laptop with her right hand. She

of the bed, glanced at the time, and it had been more than half an

"Are you done?"

showing half of the words I typed?" Mia put the computer in front of the man. Taking a glance, Andre asked her, "Did your teacher ask for an Excel or a Word form?" "Is there a

and asked his wife,

data in Excel first, then

directly use the existing form, without having to