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.,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.,Dressed in a suit, he dashed out without noticing Jin Cheng sit down after him. He resembled a satiated beast, lazily leaning against the bed edge and chuckling into the phone as he gave orders.。