Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Skating has a lot of unpredictable factors, and Anya kept her head down, watching her feet like a newbie cyclist fixated on the wheels.

Leo stood there again, and before he knew it, Anya had crashed right into him, full force.

"Lift your head, watch me skate. That's how you'll learn," he said gently.

Childhood memories were hazy, but Anya clearly remembered the time she had accidentally pushed Chad into the pool. She feared a repeat performance. "Chad, I can't. I'm scared I'll knock you over, and if I fall, you'll get hurt too." With a sigh, Leo wrapped his arms around Anya's waist and braced his legs against the railing. "Look at me skate. For every hundred meters, I'll give you a kiss."

Anya's cheeks turned crimson. "......"

Around four in the afternoon, Mia tore a piece of paper and folded it into a makeshift fan to cool herself and her son. Henry saw the fan and reached out, trying to grab it. "You cheeky boy, keep those little hands to yourself." Initially, Mia could chat with everyone like a proper adult. But when she saw her husband catch a fish, she couldn't contain her excitement. "Honey, you caught a big fish!"

Henry's eyes widened in awe, watching his dad lift the fish with the rod, idolizing him and longing for a hug. "Buzz dad, up!"

The onlookers, seeing the big fish Andre had caught, immediately chimed in with flattery: "Looks like Andre's tech development talk is really something; even the heavens are giving signs."

Andre, used to the ways of the world, remained calm, his emotions under tight control. But seeing his wife and son's excitement, he couldn't help but feel a bit proud.

He placed the fish into a bucket, and both mother and son squatted beside it in perfect sync, one large hand and one small paw touching the edge of the bucket, peering at the big fish. "Honey, you're amazing! Your son and I love you so much-"

His wife's warm, passionate love broke through Andre's composed facade, a smile cracking his face. He carried the bucket to a cooler spot. "You two have fun."

Mia pulled up a chair and sat down with Henry. "Look, son, the fish is blowing bubbles. Isn't your dad amazing?"

almost dripped into the bucket, prompting Mia to quickly wipe his

with Andre. "Mrs. Cedillo really admires Andre;

I refuse, he throws a fit." Hearing calls from the front of the boat, the three women enjoying the cool inside the cabin stepped out to see the big fish in

on Facebook would indirectly show everyone that they had dined

the mother-son duo were seriously planning, debating whether to cook the fish braised

This one alone won't

turned back, his eyes meeting those of his wife and child,

now, but who knows

all about patience, and for them, non-professionals looking to relax, even if they caught nothing, there was always ready-to-cook fish in the cabin.

smiled. "Age is a tough reality. I became a father at twenty-nine, and

generation marries late; back in my day, I was a father at twenty-three, having faced

was time. She handed her son over to her husband. "Hold

was suddenly asked,

dad are the busiest at home, always competing to hold my

Mia came out, took the yawning son into her arms, and went into the cooler cabin to feed him the formula and lull him

opportunity,

and her husband's shopping trip felt like a date, her arm linked with Chad's as they entered a store, browsing before coming out. Because Molly was a regular, many sales associates recognized the two. Initially, the salespeople

were siblings, they were suddenly informed that the two had become husband

do these high heels look good?" Molly asked, picking them

a similar pair

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