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.

might

her husband,

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

his wife that her worry was unnecessary, that he'd been

moments, Mia hoped to get pregnant as

is it now?" she

time. "Almost 11 p.m.,

up and told the man next to her, "Go get my laptop from your study. We have a

already

to let me finish my homework first,

Andre was satisfied did he

out of bed, got dressed, and left

he returned 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, I'll take

Mia lazily responded.

before, and her professor was a foreigner, so she

with her brother, "Cooper, can you

message, it said: Message sent, but denied

angrily, "He really dared to

of the shower, she was still on Google, following step-by-step instructions. "Adjust the font size, align. Weird, why are the numbers all

her lips.

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

voice typing on Google again, "How to set

new steps

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

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

"Are you done?"

why is it only 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

rephrased his question and asked

to make the data in Excel first, then copy and

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