Transmigrated as a B

"Sister-in-law, can you tell mother that I want a bowl of sugar water I'm really too weak to bear any more…",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.,Hearing her son's voice, Zhao felt a pang of sadness. She knew that Li wouldn't be back for another hour or two and realized that she would have to give birth on her own.。