C175 Difficult Delivery(3)

The doors and windows of Wen Jinniang's room were tightly shut. The darkness was mixed with a trace of the smell of blood, making people feel panicked and hot. Regardless of whether it was inside or outside the door, everyone held their breath, not daring to make a sound.

"Jinniang..." Liang Yuan was wiping the sweat on Wen Jinniang's forehead with the warm handkerchief in his hand