Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

"Let's go home and sleep, shall we? I'll call you back when we get there. We're out in public now, and the waitstaff can hear us. You surely wouldn't want anyone else to know about my love for you, right?" The only one who could deal with Mia was Andre. With that, she obediently crawled out from the backseat and followed him home.

Andre held her and they went home directly, without even needing shoes.

Once they got to their bedroom, Andre finally let out a sigh of relief, but then his throat started acting up again.

"Sweetie, let me feel your Adam's apple."

Andre was speechless. He walked over, Mia's hand landed on his throat, then she touched her own neck. Then she looked at her husband and said, "Honey, swallow your saliva." Andre swallowed, his throat moved a bit, Mia found it amusing. She wanted to keep watching.

So there Andre was, half-kneeling in front of her, making himself her plaything.

A few minutes later, Andre's mouth was dry, and she couldn't play anymore. He started to hold his wife, kissed her, picked her up and put her on the bed, coaxing her, "Mia, let's go to sleep, okay?" But Mia kept staring at his clothes. "Honey, I want to touch your chest."

Andre was about to lose it.

Seeing him not taking off his clothes, Mia started crying. "Why can you touch mine, but I can't touch yours. It's not fair."

Andre took off his jacket, unbuttoned his shirt, took off his top and exposed his chest.

Only then did Mia stop crying, and she started to get handsy. "Honey, why is your chest so hard?"

Andre gritted his teeth and said, "It's a pec, it's a muscle."

"Wow, honey, your chest is bigger than mine. Why do you like touching mine? Yours is bigger. Touch yours." Mia was on the verge of tears.

Andre patiently took a deep breath, telling himself that this was his own wife. Then he said gently his wife, "Yours is bigger."

Mia patted her own chest, shook her head, "Not big, soft."

Andre was completely speechless. "Yes, yours is soft. I like soft, okay?"

In the future, if anyone got his wife drunk again, he would never let them off the hook. He gently coaxed Mia onto the bed, patting her back, "Sleep now, you'll be back to normal when you wake up tomorrow." "Honey, there's one more thing we haven't done."

now, we'll

the bed, her hand placed on her belly, "I don't want to be a baby. I want to

up at the ceiling speechlessly. After a while, he said, "Alright, close your eyes first, wait

"Okay."

asleep. Suddenly, his cell phone rang. Mia's eyes

I'm not taking calls now." He hung up the

by the bed for ten minutes, Andre patted her shoulder rhythmically, like lulling

hard work. In the future, he would never let Mia drink in front of anyone, anyone! Andre stood up, picked up the shirt on the bed and put it on, then went downstairs to get a

her

long after, Naomi

phone and whispered, "Naomi, Mia just fell

did she drink

scenes flashed by rapidly.

girl on the bed was mumbling

to take

hour. If you can't

can take

any complaints. He never liked drunk people, but today, while she was sound asleep, he stole a few kisses. He smiled at her and said, "Since I met you, you've never let me have a moment's peace. It's one issue after another, and before I can even help you solve one problem, there's another one for me to worry about. I must

kissed her

in the bed woke up. What she saw when she opened her eyes was the familiar ceiling. Mia sat up and looked at the

off, she might end up getting drunk again. So, he

was a mess, her eyes were blank, she yawned, and looked

Husband and wife, staring

"Are you sober now?"

not-so-beautiful memories suddenly flashed through

Was that her

the scenes from last night. Her eyes widened in horror, "Honey, honey, I didn't do anything stupid last night,

Andre laughed. It seemed she