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

She was on the verge of losing control of her emotions.

His eyes darkened, and the magma in his eyes was swallowed up by the

as she wished, it would be an

The next day.

up with her head aching and tears,

lying quietly beside her, as if he was sleeping.

man was, she was so shocked that she fell down from the bed all

is that

She, she…

had happened last night. The alcohol and the first time sex going on for the whole

in a hoarse voice.

twinkled with incertitude.

as sore and

realized what had happened to her. In a hurry, she took off

"What… You, I... "

you do

became flushed. She panicked and didn't know what to do. Even her defensive action seemed awkward.

Well, what do you think I did?" At the

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

looked down at her and then bent down gracefully, getting close to her

of this, Lena felt her heart was about to

This, this man…

red in panic. She held the quilt tightly and the blue veins stood out on

should she do?

to her. The care and gentleness he

an indolent nobleman, with arrogance and indifference in his gestures. And his faint smile made her

in a lazy and tantalizing tone. Meanwhile, his clear and slightly

her eyes, Lena looked like

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

to take advantage of you. But you've changed into a totally

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

story, the memory in the bar gradually became as clear as a mirror and went straight into her

down on the bed and

Lena was forced to

anything to defend herself anymore, her eyes twinkling.

of listening, but locked his eyes on her little face like a beast.