Transmigrated as a B

On the bed, Zhao shi was drenched in sweat, her face pale as a sheet. Her hair was plastered to her forehead with perspiration, and she stared at the person standing tall beside the bed with a pleading expression on her face.,Zhao's belly was high and round, in labor, but she had been giving birth for a day and a night. Her energy had long since been exhausted. At this moment, she didn't even have the strength to raise her hand. She knew clearly that if she didn't eat something, the child wouldn't be born.,Li's disdainful gaze swept across the room, leaving Zhao feeling utterly dejected.。