Ling Chuxia spoke cautiously, her body slowly retreating, and whether it was due to nerves or something else, a wave of pain spread across her belly again.
Ling Chuxia's hand rested on her belly, her brow furrowed involuntarily, her voice quivering once more, "Shi Che, my stomach hurts..."
After the scene earlier, Shi Che's expression remained unchanged upon hearing these words, not even a ripple in his gaze. He raised an eyebrow, curled his lips, and approached Ling Chuxia step by step. His large hand caressed her face, a mischievous smile playing on his lips, "Chuxia, crying wolf, how many times are you planning to do this, hmm?"
Although Shi Che's voice was pleasant, his smile charming, Ling Chuxia truly couldn't appreciate it at this moment. Her hand suddenly grabbed Shi Che's hand, her voice trembling fiercely as she spoke, "Shi Che, I'm not lying to you, this time my stomach really hurts, am I really going into labor?"
