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

her husband, panting

placing them above her head, and resumed kissing her. After a while, the room

wife that her worry was unnecessary,

after their intimate moments, Mia hoped to get

it now?" she

time. "Almost 11 p.m., time to

"Go get my laptop from your study. We

replied, "It's already

to let me finish my homework first, but you couldn't

satisfied did he

out of bed, got dressed, and

with a

the bed, leaning on a pillow, naked with the blanket tucked under her arms. She reached out for the laptop, her bent legs serving as a stand. "You

Mia lazily responded.

her professor was a foreigner, so

with her brother, "Cooper, can you

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

really dared to

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

was talking to herself, holding her phone to her lips. "Why are

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

voice typing on Google again,

new steps popped

in her left hand and following the steps, operating her laptop with her right hand. She was very focused

the edge of the bed, glanced at the time,

"Are you done?"

I typed?" Mia put the computer in front of the man. Taking a glance, Andre asked her,

his question and

data in Excel first, then copy and paste it into a Word

she could directly use the existing