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.,Repressing fear and trembling, she carefully raised Jin Cheng's hand, opening it wide and holding her breath, afraid that he would wake up and do something again.。