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.,The servant's disguise, which he wore when he arrived, was torn open by the man, ripped into a long gash like tattered cloth and tossed beside the bed.。