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.,Her delicate face was hidden in the wisps of her hair, and her maid dress, styled like a lacy tower, fit her perfectly. She looked like a cute little white rabbit, making the man lounging on the sofa across from her eyes flash with an unreadable glint.,Jin Cheng looked at the few drops of wine remaining on the corner of his lips, his face flushed a rosy hue. From the base of his white neck, the color spread seductively all the way to the back of his ears, almost intoxicatingly beautiful.。