C701 The Fetus

Lu Xiaoxin seemed to hear her son say to her that he was doing artificial respiration. She held her hands on the bed and leaned forward. Her pink and small mouth slowly leaned over.

"Son, can I?"

She muttered in a low voice.

At that moment, a man was very uncomfortable with a young woman talking to an unborn son. Although he had recently gone through some books on pregnant women