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.

pitched as if he was mocking

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

darkened, and the magma in his eyes was swallowed up by the black flame.

it would

The next day.

her head aching and tears, Lena found herself lying in

lying quietly beside her, as if he was

was so shocked that she fell

that

She, she…

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

hoarse voice. His lips curled into a smirk.

twinkled with incertitude.

Her body was as sore and uncomfortable as if it was

her. In a hurry, she took off a quilt from the bed and

"What… You, I... "

you do

while, Lena became flushed. She panicked and didn't know what to do. Even

do you think I did?" At the moment, he

face could still be depicted even with her eyes closed. However, at this moment, Lena felt unfamiliar,

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

the sight of this, Lena felt her heart was about to jump out of

This, this man…

held the

should she do?

dear Cliff, she felt he was so strange to her. The care and gentleness he

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

one hand on the edge of the bed, and said in a lazy and tantalizing tone. Meanwhile, his clear and

sight of the helplessness and dependence in her eyes,

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

advantage of you. But you've changed into a totally different person

she could dig a hole in

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

down on the bed and tore my pants off like a hungry

was

find anything to

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