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 was mocking her, or trying to break

won't regret it..." Lena screamed that out. She was on the verge of losing control of her

His eyes darkened, and the magma in his eyes

she wished, it would be

The next day.

aching and tears, Lena found herself lying in

lying quietly beside her, as if he

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

that really Cliff?

She, she…

had happened last night. The alcohol and the first

hoarse voice. His lips

Lena's eyes twinkled with incertitude.

sore and uncomfortable as if it was ripped apart and

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

"What… You, I... "

you do

flushed. She panicked and didn't know what to do. Even her

you think I did?" At

be depicted even with her eyes closed. However, at this moment, Lena felt unfamiliar, as if she had never

gracefully, getting close to her

At the sight of this, Lena felt

This, this man…

swiftly. Her face turned red in panic. She held the quilt tightly

she

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

And his faint smile made her feel bad and sink into an abyss.

tantalizing tone. Meanwhile, his clear and slightly

At the sight of the helplessness and dependence in her eyes, Lena looked like

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

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

more, Lena heard everything clearly. How she wished she could dig a

the memory in the

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

was forced to

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

but locked his eyes on her little face