Lin Niannian's hands were handcuffed behind her back, her fists clenched white, but she still couldn't help trembling.,Jin Cheng looked at the few drops of wine remaining on the corner of his lips, his face flushed a rosy hue. From the base of his white neck, the color spread seductively all the way to the back of his ears, almost intoxicatingly beautiful.,The servant's disguise, which he wore when he arrived, was torn open by the man, ripped into a long gash like tattered cloth and tossed beside the bed.。