However, just as he finished speaking, Ling Chuxia felt a slight pain in her stomach and let out a small gasp, her delicate eyebrows furrowing slightly.
This small sound startled Shi Che, who immediately froze, the teasing in his eyes vanishing, replaced with concern. "Chuxia, what's wrong?"
Ling Chuxia's elegant features tightened, and there was a hint of pain in her voice, "Stomachache."
Stomachache?
Hearing these three words and seeing Ling Chuxia's expression, Shi Che's dark eyes flickered, and he stammered, "Chuxia, are you about to give birth?"
Wasn't the due date still a few days away? But... due dates aren't always accurate... the baby might come early.
With this thought, Shi Che's mind went blank for a moment. No matter how much mental preparation he had done before, at this moment, he was at a loss, feeling as if the blood in his veins had solidified.
Is their child about to be born?
