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.,The wine was poured into him unceremoniously, the remnants dripping down his open collar and onto his servant's tunic. It left the man cold.,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.。