C277 A Precursor to an Abortion

The smell of disinfectant woke Lin Xingchen up again. Maybe she had been to the hospital too many times in the past six months. She was very sensitive to the smell of disinfectant. When she opened her eyes, She was facing a handsome and handsome face. He sat by the bedside and looked at the newspaper in his hands. His shirt was rolled up to his wrist cleanly. A golden button was fastened