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.

if he was mocking

it..." Lena screamed that out. She was on the verge of losing

move. Instead, he grasped her arms tightly. His eyes darkened, and the magma

would be an

The next day.

tears, Lena

her, as if he was

the man was, she was so shocked

that

She, she…

had completely forgotten what had happened last night. The alcohol and

you awake?" Cliff asked in a hoarse voice. His

twinkled with

sore and uncomfortable as if it was ripped apart and got

a hurry, she took off a quilt from the bed and tucked it

"What… You, I... "

did you

for a while, Lena became flushed. She panicked and didn't know what to do. Even her defensive action seemed

did?" At

with her eyes closed. However, at this moment, Lena felt unfamiliar, as if she had never known

bent down gracefully, getting close to her in a charming and attractive

between them became closer. At the sight of this, Lena felt her heart was

This, this man…

panic. She held the quilt tightly and the blue veins

should she

her dear Cliff, she felt he was so strange to her. The care and gentleness he used to give her was nothing but a wisp of

with arrogance and indifference in his gestures. And his faint smile made her feel bad and

supported himself with one hand on the edge of the bed, and said in a lazy and tantalizing tone. Meanwhile, his clear and slightly cold right hand slid through her jaw with the index finger.

dependence in her

have the money to pay for the drink. Then you ran into me and offered me yourself in exchange

you. But you've changed into a totally different person when you got drunk,

to say anything more, Lena heard everything clearly. How she wished she could dig a hole in the ground and hid herself away from this awkward situation.

according to Cliff's story, the memory in the bar gradually became as clear as a mirror

really brave last night. You pushed me down on the bed and tore my pants off like

was forced to step

I..." Lena couldn't find anything to

posted a gesture of listening, but