Yue Jiaojiao's hair was all wet and stuck to her face.
She bit Zhao Zhan's forearm and learned from the midwife to use more strength. She didn't even dare to shout for fear of losing her strength, and the pain in her throat turned into a muffled groan.
Zhao Zhan was sweating profusely. It was as if he didn't feel the pain in his arm at all, as he kept on wiping the sweat off Yue Jiaojiao.
Zhao Zhan murmured encouraging words in a low voice. His free hand held Yue Jiaojiao's face and rubbed it gently, consoling her.
Beads of blood seeped out of his forearm.
Zhao Zhan took advantage of Yue Jiaojiao's gasping for breath to hastily wipe off the drop of blood before moving to another spot and bringing it to her mouth. "Don't bite the blood, it's dirty."
Yue Jiaojiao's mind was only filled with the word use more force, and she didn't notice Zhao Zhan's actions.
"Soon, soon!" The midwife shouted loudly, "I see the child's head! Use more force!"
