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