My Sweet Wife: The C

Jin Cheng raised his stemmed glass nonchalantly, the ruby liquid swirling inside, brimming with an unknown essence.,When Lin Niannian woke up, it was already deep in the night. Her mouth felt dry and she instinctively covered her lower body with a blanket, suppressing the urge to cough.,Jin Cheng sleeps very well, lying on his side. The moon outside the window falls on the curve of his cheek, making his already handsome features even more striking.。