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.

held her shoulders tightly. His voice was high pitched as if he was mocking her,

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

darkened, and the magma in his

it would be an extremely Indescribable night.

The next day.

she woke up with her head aching and tears, Lena found herself

lying quietly beside her, as

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

that really Cliff?

She, she…

forgotten what had happened last night. The alcohol and the

Cliff asked in a hoarse

Lena's eyes twinkled

sore and uncomfortable as if

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

"What… You, I... "

did you do

having her face being pale for a while, Lena became flushed. She panicked and didn't know what to do. Even her

Well, what do you think I did?" At

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

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

this, Lena felt her heart

This, this man…

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

she

so strange to her. The

an indolent nobleman, with arrogance and indifference in his gestures. And his faint smile made

bed, and said in a lazy and tantalizing tone. Meanwhile, his

dependence in her eyes, Lena looked like

the money to pay for the

advantage of you. But you've changed into a

clearly. How she wished 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 and went straight into

night. You pushed me down on

moment, Lena was forced to step

to defend herself anymore,

listening, but locked