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.

tightly. His voice was high pitched as if he was mocking her, or trying to break through her disguise, and making the final confirmation

out. She was on the verge of losing

her arms tightly. His eyes darkened, and the magma in

she wished, it would be an extremely

The next day.

with her head aching and tears, Lena found herself lying in a familiar

her, as if he was

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

is that

She, she…

here? ' Lena had completely forgotten what had happened last night. The alcohol and the first time

asked in a hoarse voice. His lips curled into

twinkled with

a sudden, she felt a chill all over her body. Her body was as sore and uncomfortable

what had happened to her. In a hurry, she took off a quilt from the bed and

"What… You, I... "

you do

Lena became flushed. She panicked and

I did?" At the moment, he

even with her eyes closed. However, at this moment, Lena felt unfamiliar, as if she

gracefully, getting close to her in a charming and attractive

Lena felt her heart was about to jump

This, this man…

held the quilt tightly and the blue veins stood

should she

felt he was so strange to her. The care and gentleness he used to give her

in his gestures. And his faint smile made her feel bad

and tantalizing tone. Meanwhile, his clear and slightly cold right hand slid through her jaw with

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

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

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

heard everything clearly. How she wished she could dig a

but according to Cliff's story, the memory in

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

moment, Lena was forced to

anything to

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