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.,"Oh" He brought the highball glass closer to his lips, his fingers grazing the rim.,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.。