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.

he was mocking her, or trying to break through her disguise, and making the final confirmation with

that out. She was on the verge of losing control of her emotions.

darkened, and the magma

she wished, it would be an

The next day.

aching and tears, Lena found herself lying in a familiar luxurious

lying quietly beside her,

man was, she was so shocked that she

is that really

She, she…

Lena had completely forgotten what had happened last night. The alcohol and the first time sex

asked in a hoarse voice. His lips curled

Lena's eyes twinkled with

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

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

"What… You, I... "

you do to

pale for a while, Lena became flushed. She panicked and didn't know what to do. Even her defensive action seemed awkward.

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

eyes closed. However, at this moment, Lena felt unfamiliar, as

and then bent down gracefully, getting close

sight of this, Lena felt her heart was about

This, this man…

swiftly. Her face turned red in panic. She held the quilt tightly and the blue veins stood out on

she

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

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

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

dependence in her eyes, Lena looked like an elegant Persian cat that had been

for

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

wished she could dig a hole in

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

last night. You pushed me down on

moment, Lena was forced to step back.

find anything to defend herself

of listening, but locked his