My Sweet Wife: The C

Lin Niannian's hands were handcuffed behind her back, her fists clenched white, but she still couldn't help trembling.,The wine was poured into him unceremoniously, the remnants dripping down his open collar and onto his servant's tunic. It left the man cold.,Repressing fear and trembling, she carefully raised Jin Cheng's hand, opening it wide and holding her breath, afraid that he would wake up and do something again.。