Ever since she entered the final month of her pregnancy, the ever-present Xiao Chifeng, who dared not leave her side, was startled when he heard Sikou Yaoyao cry out in pain. His face filled with worry, he quickly asked, "Yaoyao, what's wrong? Are you going into labor?"
Today was her due date, and Xiao Chifeng had been on high alert since morning, prepared for the worst.
Sikou Yao nodded at him, "I think I am in labor. But, I don't think it's going to happen so soon? I've read that you need to experience a lot of pain before giving birth... Oh, I think my water just broke..."
Xiao Chifeng was running around in circles out of distress, his face a mask of panic. "What should we do? What should I do? Oh, I need to get the doctor. I'm going to get the doctor..."
Looking at Xiao Chifeng's confused state, Sikou Yao wanted to laugh, but she also felt pity for him. She knew that he was just worried about her, which was why he lost his usual calm and composure.
