
My Sweet Wife: The C
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author: <Yuhuan'er&g
Jin Cheng raised his stemmed glass nonchalantly, the ruby liquid swirling inside, brimming with an unknown essence.,Lin Niannian was weeping, but she couldn't help herself.,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.。