That night, when all was still and all the visitors had left the hospital room, Tangning finally noticed Mo Ting's tired expression.
"Sleep for a bit. If you keep your eyes open like this, you will tire yourself out before the baby is born," Tangning's heart ached as she spoke to Mo Ting, "I'm not that delicate."
"I want to lay eyes on my child as soon as it's born," Mo Ting rubbed the back of Tangning's hand against his cheek. "Plus, I've noticed that you've been having labor pains, but I haven't been able to do anything for you. Every time I think about this, I feel slightly guilty and can't sleep."
"I'm more than willing to do what I'm currently doing: to give birth to a child for the person I love," Tangning replied emotionally. "Come up here and sleep with me for a while."
"I'm afraid of squashing you."
Faced with this situation, Tangning didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "This is a double bed..."
