My Wife Is A Gift From Heaven

Darkness was like a forbidden area under the devil's circle.

The drunken girl, like a snake, attached to the tall man, lifting her neck like the most elegant white swan, but at this time her wings were stained with the color of desire. It was black, attractive and mysterious.

The vapor in the bathroom blurred their eyes, making their bodies so hot as if a fire had been ignited.

The sound of swallowing saliva was like the beginning of a war.

Not knowing who kissed who first, he fire of desire burst in the magma and burned down their minds. Both of them were out of control. They both lost their mind and just wanted to rub each other into their own flesh and blood.

When the kiss was over, they were soaked to the skin, showing the most tempting side.

She… She was crying.

Tears fell down from her closed eyes. Cliff reached out his tongue, it was a little salty. He opened his eyes slowly.

He asked with his suffocating and hoarse voice, "Why are you crying? "

"Cliff, I'm not afraid."

"You..." She asked in a hoarse voice. What a beautiful view.

Anyone else would have fallen for such a temptation.

But he was crystal sober at that point.

He understood what she meant and understood what she referred to.

But even so, if her heart was not here with him, what would happen after they hooked up?

He couldn't do such a thing to her, even at her request.

Because she was not sober at the moment.

"Dear Cliff." She was like a helpless little beast. She had lost her direction in nature and didn't know where to go. She kept mumbling, begging for help.

"Lena, you are drunk." Said Cliff in a low and deep voice, cold as if he had come from an ice cave underground, he was staring at her calmly.

"No, I'm not drunk." Her long hair was waved into waves. Her unfocused eyes became clear for a short time. Her soft hand fondled the face that had been deeply rooted in her memory.

"Do you know who I am then?"

"You're Cliff, my dear Cliff!" He pouted her rosy lips to stop the chattering.

His voice was high pitched as if he was mocking her, or trying to break through her disguise, and making the final confirmation with

that out. She was

and the magma in his eyes was swallowed up by the

would be an extremely Indescribable night.

The next day.

up with her head aching and tears, Lena found herself lying in

beside her, as if he was sleeping.

Lena found out who the man was, she was so shocked that she

that really Cliff?

She, she…

what had happened last night. The alcohol and the first time

awake?" Cliff asked in a hoarse voice. His

twinkled with incertitude.

all over her body. Her body was as sore and uncomfortable as if it was ripped apart and got recombined together, especially

hurry, she took off a quilt from the

"What… You, I... "

did you do to

pale for a while, Lena became flushed. She panicked and didn't know

do you think I did?" At

This familiar face could still be depicted even with her eyes closed. However, at this moment, Lena felt unfamiliar, as if she had never known him before. She became

bent down gracefully, getting close to her in a

closer. At the sight of this, Lena

This, this man…

swiftly. Her face turned red in panic. She held the quilt tightly and

should she

The care and gentleness he used to give her was nothing but a wisp of

looked like an indolent nobleman, with arrogance and indifference in his gestures. And his faint smile made her feel bad and sink into

of the bed, and said in a lazy and tantalizing tone. Meanwhile, his clear and slightly cold right hand

the helplessness and dependence in her eyes, Lena looked like an elegant Persian cat that had been ravaged.

you didn't have the money to pay for the drink.

But you've changed into a totally different person when

How she wished she could dig a hole in the ground and hid herself away from

story, the memory in the bar gradually became as clear as a mirror

me down on the bed and tore my

Lena was forced to step

I, I..." Lena couldn't find anything to defend herself anymore, her eyes twinkling.

a little, posted a gesture of listening, but locked his eyes on her little face