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.

it?" Cliff held her shoulders tightly. His voice was high pitched as if he

that out. She was

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

as she wished, it would

The next day.

aching and tears, Lena found herself

her, as

the man was, she was so shocked that she fell down from the bed all of a sudden.

is that really

She, she…

had happened last night. The alcohol and the first time

in a hoarse voice.

eyes twinkled

her body. Her body was as sore and uncomfortable as if it was ripped apart

In a hurry, she took off a quilt from the bed and tucked

"What… You, I... "

did you do to

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

At the moment, he was full of danger.

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

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

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

This, this man…

this, Lena swallowed saliva swiftly. Her face turned red in panic. She held the quilt tightly and the blue veins stood out on the back of her hand.

should she

was so strange to her. The care and gentleness he used to give her was nothing but

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

edge of the bed, and said in a lazy and tantalizing tone. Meanwhile, his clear and slightly cold right hand slid through her jaw with the index finger. She trembled,

of the helplessness and dependence in her eyes, Lena looked like an elegant Persian cat that had been

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

take advantage of you. But you've changed into a totally different person when you got drunk,

heard everything clearly. How she wished she could dig a hole in the ground and hid herself away from this

couldn't 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 and went straight

on the bed and tore my pants off like

was forced to

anything to defend herself anymore, her

of listening, but locked his eyes on her little face