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.

shoulders tightly. His voice was high pitched as if he was mocking her, or trying to break through her disguise,

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

her arms tightly. His eyes darkened, and the

as she wished, it would be an extremely

The next day.

tears, Lena found herself lying in a familiar

man was lying quietly beside her, as if he was sleeping.

man was, she was so shocked

is that really Cliff?

She, she…

had happened last night. The alcohol and the first time

asked in a hoarse voice. His

Lena's eyes twinkled

all over her body. Her body was as sore and uncomfortable as if it

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

"What… You, I... "

you do

pale for a while, Lena became flushed. She panicked and

At

with her eyes closed. However, at this moment, Lena felt unfamiliar, as if she had never known him before. She became more hesitant.

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

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

This, this man…

Lena swallowed saliva swiftly. Her face turned red in panic. She held the quilt tightly

should she

he was so strange to her. The care

an indolent nobleman, with arrogance and indifference in his gestures. And

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. She

I..." At the sight of the helplessness and dependence in her eyes, Lena looked like an elegant Persian cat that

drunk in a bar last night, and you didn't have the money to pay for the drink. Then you ran into me and offered me

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

How she wished she could dig a hole

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

night. You pushed me down on the bed

this moment, Lena was forced to step

couldn't find anything to defend herself anymore,

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