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.,Jin Cheng raised his stemmed glass nonchalantly, the ruby liquid swirling inside, brimming with an unknown essence.,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.。