My Sweet Wife: The C

Jin Cheng raised his stemmed glass nonchalantly, the ruby liquid swirling inside, brimming with an unknown essence.,When Lin Niannian woke up, it was already deep in the night. Her mouth felt dry and she instinctively covered her lower body with a blanket, suppressing the urge to cough.,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.。