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

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

and the magma in

she wished, it would be

The next day.

she woke up with her head aching and tears, Lena found herself lying in a familiar luxurious room.

lying quietly beside her, as if he was

out who the man was, she was so shocked that she fell down from

is that really Cliff?

She, she…

had happened last night. The

in a hoarse voice. His lips curled into

eyes twinkled

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

finally realized what had happened to her. In a hurry, she took off a quilt from the bed and tucked it around

"What… You, I... "

you

Lena became flushed. She panicked

you think I did?" At the moment, he was full of

moment,

at her and then bent down gracefully, getting close to her in a charming and attractive way.

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 and

should she

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

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

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

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

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

mean to take advantage of you. But you've changed into a totally different person when you got

everything clearly. How she wished she could dig a hole in the ground and hid

story, the memory in the bar

down on the bed and

was

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

but locked his eyes on her little face