She curled up in pain, her hand grasping the corners of the quilt was deeply white, and the dense beads of sweat on her forehead slanted down.

At this moment, she only felt that her abdomen was stirring like someone was holding a knife inside, and this pain could be fatal.

Her lips had been torn open by her own bitten skin, and nothing was intact, and the bed was covered with blood.

I endured it for an hour, and the pain didn't ...... at all

Chapter 60 of "The Rest of My Life Meets My Opponents": Born at the wrong time, I am playing with my hand, please wait for a while,

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