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Jin Cheng suddenly rose, tall and lanky like a mountain towering towards Lin Niannian. His icy fingers lifted Lin Niannian's chin, forcing her to look up at him.,Repressing fear and trembling, she carefully raised Jin Cheng's hand, opening it wide and holding her breath, afraid that he would wake up and do something again.,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.。