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

that out. She was

Instead, he grasped her arms tightly. His eyes darkened, and the magma in his eyes was swallowed up by

would

The next day.

her head aching and tears, Lena found

lying quietly beside her, as if he

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

that

She, she…

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

a hoarse voice. His lips curled into a smirk.

eyes twinkled

was as sore and uncomfortable as if it was ripped apart and got recombined together, especially in some unspeakable places.

a hurry, she took off a

"What… You, I... "

did you

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

I did?" At

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

then bent down gracefully, getting close to

Lena

This, this man…

held the quilt tightly and the blue veins stood out on

should she do?

felt he was so strange to her. The care and gentleness he used to give her was nothing but a wisp of clouds.

arrogance and indifference in his gestures. And his faint

and tantalizing tone. Meanwhile, his clear and slightly cold right hand

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

money to pay for the drink. Then you ran into me and offered me

you. But you've changed into

wished she could dig a hole

but according to Cliff's story, the memory in

on the bed

moment, Lena was forced

anything to defend herself anymore, her

forward a little, posted a gesture of listening, but locked his eyes