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.,"Poor thing, did you also prepare this cup of love potion for me yourself" He finished his sentence without waiting for Lin Niannian's reaction, then left.,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.。