"Hayden, slow down, you're flying so fast I'm getting dizzy."
Selene squinted her eyes, following Hayden Langdon's figure in flight, while she couldn't help but support her slightly swelling belly.
A person and a butterfly, speaking entirely mismatched dialogues.
Selene looked up at the figure spiraling up and down in mid-air.
But the rapidly flipping Little Butterfly in the air seemed to completely misunderstand her plea.
Selene couldn't afford to delay any longer.
Her face was pale, cold sweat streaming down.
Right now, stabilizing her state was of utmost importance.
Otherwise, not only would the fetus be in danger, but the special blessing from the system would also be wasted.
"Host, if you don't receive treatment soon, the fetus may not survive. The resources previously awarded to you will also become invalid, and those pregnant women who shouldn't have survived will revert to the normal death process."
A cold voice echoed in her mind.
Selene took a deep breath.
