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.

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her

arms apart, placing them above her head, and resumed kissing her. After a

her worry was unnecessary, that he'd been

time after their intimate moments, Mia hoped to

time is it

the time. "Almost 11 p.m.,

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

"It's already late,

let me finish my homework first,

was satisfied did

got

with a white

was lying on 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 work on it,

Mia lazily responded.

and her

with her brother, "Cooper, can you help me

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

angrily, "He really dared to

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

talking to herself, holding her phone to her lips.

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

started voice typing on Google again, "How

new steps popped

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

at the time, and it had been

"Are you done?"

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

Cedillo rephrased his question and asked his wife,

in Excel first, then copy

could directly use the existing form, without having to create a