Clearly, it was she who was giving birth, she who was in pain, yet Gu Xiao felt pangs of cramping pain stabbing at his heart, sweat seeping from all directions, drenching him as if soaked by rain.
He held her small hand tightly, murmuring softly by her ear, encouraging her, comforting her.
Telling her not to be afraid, not to be nervous.
But he was more afraid and nervous than anyone else.
Even knowing that all women in the world must go through this great ordeal of childbirth, his heart was still tightly wound.
His handsome face turned frighteningly pale, and the words of comfort he uttered began to become incoherent: "Let's not have this child, then. We won't have this little thing."
Qin Youbei opened her eyes amidst the stabs of pain, looked at him, and said very aggrievedly: "We've suffered for ten months, how can you just say let's not have it? Are you joking with me? You bastard, if it weren't for you, I wouldn't have to endure this..."
"Yes, yes, I'm a bastard."
