His voice, laced with a power that was almost unnerving, fell like a simple statement of fact. Yet, Lin Niannian knew that this man, wielding immense authority, had just condemned both him and his family.,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.,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.。