The interior of the castle was unexpectedly clean and tidy.
Wu Xuan found a room with good lighting, placed Wen Shu on the bed, and then covered her abdomen, carefully massaging it.
"Ashu, does this feel better?"
He sat at the side of the bed, his golden eyes flickering with worry, yet his face did not show much joy at being a new father.
Wen Shu didn't feel much, but seeing him drooping his head, looking worried, she tried to change the subject.
"Wu Xuan, I've never seen a female give birth," she snuggled into Wu Xuan's arms, looking up at him, curious, "How long will it take for the cub to be born?"
After searching for several days in a row, Wu Xuan hadn't closed his eyes, his body and mind were in an extremely tense state.
But at the moment, in this quiet room, Wen Shu's soft body was snuggling into his arms with great reliance.
Wu Xuan's breathing slowed, his muscles relaxed, and his heart felt waves of warmth and stability because of this comfort.
