C1754 Are You so Unwilling to Give Birth to My Child

At two in the morning, Cheng Bao'er finally fell asleep. Suddenly, she felt an itch on her face and the smell of alcohol shrouded her nose.

"Ugh …"

Cheng Bao'er's delicate eyebrows were furrowed tightly. She tried to wrap herself up in the blanket and escape from the smell.

However, after talking for a long time and not being able to pull it over, she suddenly realized something was wrong