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.,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.。