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.,Unbeknownst to him, the glimmer in her eyes, flickering on and off like a flame, had already caught Jin Cheng's gaze.。