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 suddenly rose, tall and lanky like a mountain towering towards Lin Niannian. His icy fingers lifted Lin Niannian's chin, forcing her to look up at him.,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.。