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.

as if he was mocking her,

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

tightly. His eyes darkened, and the magma in his eyes

wished, it would

The next day.

tears, Lena found herself lying in a familiar

man was lying quietly beside her, as if he

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

is that really

She, she…

last night. The alcohol and the first time sex going on

awake?" Cliff asked in a hoarse voice. His

twinkled

her body. Her body was as sore and uncomfortable as if it was ripped apart and got recombined together,

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

"What… You, I... "

did you do

Lena 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

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

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

distance between them became closer. At the sight of this, Lena felt her heart was about to jump

This, this man…

She held the quilt tightly and the blue

should she do?

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

his gestures. And his faint

of the bed, and said in a lazy and tantalizing tone. Meanwhile, his clear and slightly cold right hand slid through

At the sight of the helplessness and dependence in her eyes,

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

to take advantage of you. But you've changed

she could dig a hole in the ground

have remembered what happened in the bar, but according to Cliff's story, the memory in the bar gradually became as clear as a mirror

were really brave last night. You pushed me down on the bed and

moment, Lena was forced

anything to defend herself anymore,

gesture of listening, but locked his eyes on