The general's wife is too naughty, she starts to flirt with him

Song Qingci knew that the midwife was probably saying that she hadn't fully dilated to ten centimeters yet, and the baby couldn't come out for the time being.

But it seems she's really nearing her limit.

The hand that Shan Li was holding was now being squeezed so hard it was almost drawing blood.

"Aci, if it really hurts, just cry out..."

At that moment, Shan Li's expectations for the child he and A Ci shared vanished completely.

A faint sense of resentment also arose.

Of course, he blamed himself even more. Why did he let Aci get pregnant?

Ah Ci had given him a small umbrella for contraception, and all of this could have been avoided.

His expression was so obvious. So obvious that even Song Qingci, who was in excruciating pain, noticed it.

After a moment's thought, Song Qingci understood why he looked like this.

I didn't know whether to be angry or laugh.

"Shan Li, don't overthink it... This is a necessary process for the propagation of life. It has little to do with you..."

It must have been quite a struggle for Song Qingci to say such a long thing.

However, she belatedly realized that when she spoke, her body seemed less sensitive to pain.

"Aci, I regret it..."

Tears streamed down Shan Li's face as she spoke.

It flowed from the corner of his eye, down his nose, and finally dripped onto her cheek.

The midwife standing nearby was stunned, almost forgetting what she was doing.

She'd seen plenty of women crying their hearts out during childbirth. But this was the first time in her life she'd ever seen a man cry while a woman was giving birth!

"Giving birth is so hard...you must be in so much pain..."

No one knew Aci's pain tolerance better than him.

Even she couldn't bear it, he simply couldn't imagine it.

"So, after the baby is born, you have to give them a good beating to help me... vent my anger..."

"Okay! I'll play!"

The two tiny babies, struggling to emerge, are asking themselves: Who am I? Where am I? Should I go out?

The delivery room was a scene of bustling activity and crying, while Xiao Wenye was in a nearby room preparing the tools needed for the surgery. He was also taking the time to disinfect himself and the tools.

And I sincerely pray that the delivery process goes smoothly and safely. There's absolutely no need for him to be there.

After Song Qingci discovered that talking to Shan Li could distract her and make her feel less pain, she persisted in talking to him, even though it was difficult.

It wasn't a particularly insightful topic; my thoughts were uncontrollable, and I just said whatever came to mind.

Including, but not limited to, she wants to drink old hen soup tomorrow. She used to have a pair of very comfortable shoes, but they wore out, so she'll have them repaired in a few days and continue wearing them.

She'd better not let her daughter get married in the future; she's afraid she'll run into some scoundrel who'll treat her badly. She'll have to train her son more; she doesn't want him to become a weak, effeminate man.

"Young Madam! That's enough! Push harder!"

The midwife's joyful shouts shattered the delicate balance in the delivery room.

Song Qingci subconsciously followed the rhythm of the midwife's shouts and pushed harder.

It's like straining when you have a bowel movement every day!

Shan Li also sensed it.

The hand that was gripping his back had turned white.

"Yes! Madam, that's the right amount of force. Follow my hand and exert force together!"

The midwife slipped her hand under the covers and stroked her belly.

Song Qingci rarely obeyed orders.

"One more time! You can see the child's head now!"

With a powerful exhale from Song Qingci,

She felt a sudden relaxation in her body, and the pain seemed to disappear instantly. Shortly afterward, she heard a loud cry.

"Congratulations, young master and young mistress, it's a princess!" Yinping's voice trembled slightly, she must have been very excited!